<?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-5685256</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:43:45.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>the random thoughts of a busy mom and wife</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-9045943588752924478</id><published>2009-04-04T19:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:26:21.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been blogging lately and I don't know how much more I will. I am always thinking about things that I would love to blog about but when I have the chance to blog the thoughts aren't there. I seem to always have the beginnings of something in my head but I never seem to have the time to follow through. Sometimes I think it is because I read so many other blogs that sound so good and seem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/9045943588752924478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=9045943588752924478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/9045943588752924478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/9045943588752924478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9045943588752924478' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-1834296301861761777</id><published>2009-01-29T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:42:59.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><summary type='text'>Normally I love snow. I love playing in it with the kids. I enjoy the extra time I get with them because of snow days. The thing I hate about the snow and ice is that we always loose electricity. Usually not for long but we do. This time though I have just had enough. We lost power yesterday around 11am and still have none. The kids and I left and went to my parents aound 5:30 last night. Justin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1834296301861761777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=1834296301861761777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1834296301861761777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1834296301861761777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1834296301861761777' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/SYHOa49tKaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pw8do48__pU/s72-c/170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-5491069332815125110</id><published>2009-01-19T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:08:26.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a break</title><summary type='text'>Something that our church does and I am sure many do at this time of year is have a congragational meeting with annual reports from many of the different ministries of the church.  For the last four years that I have worked here I have put these together.  Usually I am frantic come this week because I have to put together 75 booklets with reports from 15 different people.  This really isn't that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5491069332815125110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=5491069332815125110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5491069332815125110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5491069332815125110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5491069332815125110' title='Time for a break'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-7758244326642213433</id><published>2008-12-18T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:47:25.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a mess</title><summary type='text'>Right now we are having the carpet replaced at home.  Well atleast I hope that that is what they are doing since I am not there to watch.  Last night we moved most of the furniture out of our bedroom and the kids two bedrooms.  So right now there is a ton of crap sitting in my living room.  Who knew we could fit so much stuff in 3 small bedrooms.  Tomorrow they will put new carpet in downstairs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7758244326642213433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=7758244326642213433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/7758244326642213433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/7758244326642213433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7758244326642213433' title='What a mess'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-8761917971747454303</id><published>2008-12-10T10:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:43:57.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><summary type='text'>This year because of budget limits I thought that I would have my sister-in-law take some pictures of Justin and the kids and me and I would choose one to use for our Chirstmas Cards. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be but we did get a picture we can use. Sophie who is very much a little firecracker and loves to cause trouble was trying to make funny faces during most of the pictures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8761917971747454303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=8761917971747454303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8761917971747454303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8761917971747454303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8761917971747454303' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/ST_h7gkMLTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1A16-ynBMvM/s72-c/IMG_2623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-1717920754079861971</id><published>2008-11-12T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:24:28.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did so much time pass?</title><summary type='text'>Last week Kaleb turned 6.  For him this is monumental for me it's a bit of an eye opener.  Kaleb was 6 weeks old when Justin and I moved from Las Vegas back to Cincinnati.  We lived in Vegas for only 3 years but in that time Justin and I did a lot of growing up.  We had Abbie and then we had Kaleb.  We have now lived back in Ohio for double the time we lived in Vegas.  I don't keep in touch with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1717920754079861971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=1717920754079861971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1717920754079861971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1717920754079861971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1717920754079861971' title='When did so much time pass?'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-5997797396024567258</id><published>2008-10-13T12:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:23:11.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired today. It's my own fault really but I was reading a book last night and Justin wasn't home to tell me to get to bed. He was working a side job with a friend from work all day yesterday. I can't complain because the money is really good and we just had to put new tires on the van. I really don't have anything wonderful to share. I'm sitting here at working trying really hard to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5997797396024567258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=5997797396024567258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5997797396024567258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5997797396024567258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5997797396024567258' title='tired'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-3786977571056653102</id><published>2008-10-03T12:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:07:51.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard.....</title><summary type='text'>...when you are three.  You're not really a baby anymore but you can't do the things your old siblings can do yet either.  Sophie seems to have this problem everyday.  She wants to be able to do everything that Abbie and Kaleb do.  She doesn't realize that she is smaller and younger.  All she really cares about is getting to what they are doing.  At the same time she is the one that causes most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3786977571056653102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=3786977571056653102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/3786977571056653102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/3786977571056653102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3786977571056653102' title='Life is hard.....'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-947222673298094557</id><published>2008-09-29T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:03:08.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the phone rings</title><summary type='text'>As many of you know I work as the office manager/secretary at the church I attend.  I am the main person in the office pretty much all the time.  We only have 2 full time pastors and a couple part-time staff and me.  I am the person that answers the phone.  It amazes me all the different people who call the church.  I get your typical telemarketing calls throughout the day.  We have our "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/947222673298094557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=947222673298094557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/947222673298094557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/947222673298094557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#947222673298094557' title='When the phone rings'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-2715267885221625943</id><published>2008-09-25T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:46:21.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I am going to Blog</title><summary type='text'>I have wanted to get on here and write for some time but I just haven't taken the time or the time hasn't been there.  It has been forever since I have written here and many things have changed and many things are still the same.  I think that has been what has held me back from writing because I don't know where to start. Here goes, Justin is working for a friend of ours from church doing tree </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2715267885221625943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=2715267885221625943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/2715267885221625943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/2715267885221625943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2715267885221625943' title='Finally I am going to Blog'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-1763192990516364079</id><published>2008-03-12T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:34:18.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier things!</title><summary type='text'>As most of you who may have read any of my blog over the last year know that i have been going to Weight Watchers. A few weeks ago was one year but just this week I got to a big goal. This is not my final goal but it was a major one that I wanted to get too. This week I was down 2.6 pounds which put my total at 76.8 pounds. I wanted to get to 75 pounds and I finally did it. I still have 31.2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1763192990516364079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=1763192990516364079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1763192990516364079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1763192990516364079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1763192990516364079' title='Happier things!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-8761001569909981131</id><published>2008-03-09T18:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:05:23.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be scared</title><summary type='text'>I should be scared about the fact that Justin lost his job on Monday.  I should be scared that he has no income at this moment.  I should be, but the crazy thing is I'm not.  Justin has hated his job for so long and has hated working for Donatos for so long that I feel his getting fired was a blessing.  There are a lot of extenuating reasons as to why he was fired.  There is the one main reason </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8761001569909981131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=8761001569909981131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8761001569909981131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8761001569909981131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8761001569909981131' title='I should be scared'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-7911610243734740057</id><published>2008-01-11T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:46:23.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Special Lady</title><summary type='text'>Today is a very sad day for me. A very special lady who has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember passed away last night. Her name was Barb and she was an amazing women who loved God and loved children. Barb never married but she had lots of nieces and nephews and lots of kids at church whom she touched. Growing up Barb taught my Jr. Church class, she organized and directed the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7911610243734740057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=7911610243734740057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/7911610243734740057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/7911610243734740057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7911610243734740057' title='A Very Special Lady'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/R4eAaZhX2OI/AAAAAAAAACk/wqfsGTceeGU/s72-c/0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-1801947260164715108</id><published>2007-12-22T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T06:50:59.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Christmas</title><summary type='text'>It's the Saturday before Christmas and I have so much to do. Well okay not too much. Today was supposed to begin 6 days in a row off for Justin, but as with being the boss you have to make sacrifices. His Assistant General Manager has pneumonia and can't work today so he has to go in. We can deal with that because he still has 5 days off and we will have Tuesday - Thursday off together. The only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1801947260164715108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=1801947260164715108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1801947260164715108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1801947260164715108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1801947260164715108' title='It&apos;s Almost Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/R2z5U5hX2KI/AAAAAAAAACE/GvIAE9NAHVI/s72-c/christmas01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-8937159428013211570</id><published>2007-12-15T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:45:39.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Outside is..........Confusing!</title><summary type='text'>This morning around 8a.m. the snow started falling and falling fast.  Within about 2 hours we had almost 3 inches of snow.  Then it started sleeting and then it all turned to rain.  Now it has been raining most of the day.  The tempeture has been just above freezing hense the rain and not snow.  Tonight its supposed to switch back to snow and drop a couple more inches.  I don't know I guess I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8937159428013211570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=8937159428013211570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8937159428013211570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8937159428013211570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8937159428013211570' title='The Weather Outside is..........Confusing!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-8629241598245629307</id><published>2007-11-24T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:58:36.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone seen a Wii</title><summary type='text'>Justin and I had decided a couple weeks ago that we would get the kids one family gift this year.  Are plan is to get them a Wii.  One it looks like fun and two we have a game cube and all the games we have for that can be played on the Wii.  Now what we should have done is bought what we saw when we made this decision but we didn't.  So for the last two days I have been checking ebay and bidding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8629241598245629307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=8629241598245629307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8629241598245629307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8629241598245629307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8629241598245629307' title='Anyone seen a Wii'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-6804320827126627947</id><published>2007-11-22T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:37:20.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><summary type='text'> I just wanted to wish everyone out there a Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone is getting to enjoy this day with friends and family. I will be spending it at Justin's families for the first half of the day and mine for the second. My goal is to not stuff myself today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6804320827126627947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=6804320827126627947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/6804320827126627947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/6804320827126627947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6804320827126627947' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/R0Vp4jKRqJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/quQK4-5stMI/s72-c/happy_thanksgiving_text_md_blk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-1885598819577612692</id><published>2007-11-14T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:21:01.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House For Sale well maybe Not</title><summary type='text'> After much whinning and complaining from me we finally put our house up for sale at the end of August. At the beginning of the year I told Justin I wanted to move and this was going to be the year we did. I was tired of living with his brother and wanted our own place. We've been in our house for 4 1/2 years which is much longer than we've lived anywhere else in the 10 years we've been married. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1885598819577612692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=1885598819577612692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1885598819577612692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/1885598819577612692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1885598819577612692' title='House For Sale well maybe Not'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/RzsgQe25a8I/AAAAAAAAABc/OA89rivP_yg/s72-c/1086679_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-7881490677457569637</id><published>2007-11-05T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:16:08.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years Old</title><summary type='text'> Today Kaleb turns 5. He has been so excited about turing 5 and being old like his dad. He thinks turning 5 means that all the things we said he was too young to do when he was 4 he is now allowed to do. Kaleb is very much a loving sweet soul who often asks, "who am I going to marry mom?" He loves to give hugs and cuddle, which would be easier if he wasn't so big. Kaleb has such big thoughts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7881490677457569637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=7881490677457569637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/7881490677457569637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/7881490677457569637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7881490677457569637' title='5 Years Old'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/Ry8ysSvOJ2I/AAAAAAAAABE/WR3FibYtq94/s72-c/IMG_2123_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-3257304275262972826</id><published>2007-11-02T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:18:09.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changing</title><summary type='text'>Back in February I said that I was joining Weight Watchers again and really trying to lose weight. Well it is just over 8 months later and I have lost 53.6 pounds. At this time I weigh less than I have in over 8 1/2 years. I have my good days and my bad but I have really changed a lot of what I eat but still enjoy some of my favorite foods but in moderation. I get up and exercise every morning at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3257304275262972826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=3257304275262972826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/3257304275262972826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/3257304275262972826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3257304275262972826' title='changing'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/RytG1SvOJ1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lqIhKT0yJqM/s72-c/IMG_2079_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-5351457048194147205</id><published>2007-11-01T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:49:24.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><summary type='text'>Last night I took the kids out trick or treating for the first time. Abbie and Kaleb had so much fun. Sophie did great sitting in her stroller and still asking for her candy. Justin had to work because for some reason Halloween is a very busy night in the pizza business. We live in a huge neighborhood. The front is townhouses and as you move back there are houses all over. we live on one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5351457048194147205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=5351457048194147205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5351457048194147205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5351457048194147205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5351457048194147205' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/RyoDEyvOJzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Jw8g6bUVRU0/s72-c/IMG_2109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-8405165461183462216</id><published>2007-08-03T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:33:05.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funerals</title><summary type='text'>I've decided that the one thing I do not like about my job is the funerals.  Yesterday we had a funeral here for an older gentleman who I have known my entire life.  His wife and him have attended here for many years.  Bud had a terrible lung infection for many years and is much better off now.  Today we are having a funeral for the mother of one of the ladies who attends here.  Rosemary was 91.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8405165461183462216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=8405165461183462216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8405165461183462216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/8405165461183462216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8405165461183462216' title='Funerals'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-5351388481636003879</id><published>2007-07-25T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:51:39.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>A few months ago I blogged about hating Tuesdays.  I did hate them.  I hated all the running around I had to do and how I just never seemed to get anything done at work.  Well that is all about to change.  Beginning August 7, Tuesday will be a day off for me.  A couple of weeks back I aproached my boss about making Sunday a work day for me.  For a long time now I have run the computer for our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5351388481636003879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=5351388481636003879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5351388481636003879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/5351388481636003879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5351388481636003879' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-3126220027282707717</id><published>2007-07-02T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:09:57.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to update</title><summary type='text'>The past few months have been very busy and I think that I am finally seeing the end of it or is it just the beginning of life to come. Abbie graduated from Kindergarten on June 6. It was very cute they were caps and accepted little diplomas. Kaleb finished his first year of pre-school and is ready for Pre-K in the fall. Sophie just turned 2 last Thursday. This year I was the director of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3126220027282707717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=3126220027282707717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/3126220027282707717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/3126220027282707717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3126220027282707717' title='So Much to update'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wg5rztCOOVU/RokVEhXj1rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qQlEIk7zmJ8/s72-c/IMG_1908_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-4078070335027700142</id><published>2007-03-28T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:56:16.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><summary type='text'>I was woken up this morning, just 15 minutes before my alarm was to go off, by a thunderstorm. I love thunderstorms but Kaleb does not. My first thought this morning as I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:45a.m. was that I hope the storm didn't wake him up. We had left the kids window open just a little the night before because the house had been very warm. We've had some unseasonable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4078070335027700142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=4078070335027700142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/4078070335027700142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/4078070335027700142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4078070335027700142' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-745530098169152937</id><published>2007-03-27T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:39:49.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE TUESDAYS</title><summary type='text'>Why do I hate Tuesdays you ask?  Tuesdays I am up at 5:00a.m. I only have time to exercise for 10 minutes because I have to get in the shower because Justin has to get up at 6:00 and get ready for work.  It is the only day of the week that he goes in early.  He leaves at 7:00 while I finish getting myself ready, Abbie and Kaleb fed and Abbie ready for school.  I get Sophia up and get her fed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/745530098169152937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=745530098169152937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/745530098169152937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/745530098169152937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#745530098169152937' title='I HATE TUESDAYS'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-340443176188468023</id><published>2007-02-20T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:45:28.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers</title><summary type='text'>All my life I have struggled with my weight.  I have always been heavy.  I remember weighing over a 100 pounds in 5th grade.  I did lose weight at one time and kept it off for a few years during high school but then I was only down to 150.  I was that weight when Justin and I got married but by our first anniversary I was close to 200 pounds and by our second lets just say I was over that.  After</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/340443176188468023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=340443176188468023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/340443176188468023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/340443176188468023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#340443176188468023' title='Weight Watchers'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-116674059002505184</id><published>2006-12-21T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:36:30.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time!</title><summary type='text'>I had some thoughts as to what I wanted to type but now my mind is blank (no comments thank you). Kaleb is watching Home Alone for the umpteenth time. Abbie is playing with the blocks but her brother and sister keep trying to tear it done. SO all she is really doing is whinning which is just making my headache worse. I should probably get dinner started but I don't feel like doing that either.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/116674059002505184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=116674059002505184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/116674059002505184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/116674059002505184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116674059002505184' title='Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-116222938539357839</id><published>2006-10-30T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:31:42.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Fest</title><summary type='text'>Well Saturday night was our annual Harvest Fest. We have usually had this on the same night as Halloween but this year we decided that it would be better to move it to a different night. This was also the first year that I was in charge of organizing the whole thing. Let me tell you this is not one of my stong points. I am great at the computer stuff but not so much the organizing of an event of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/116222938539357839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=116222938539357839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/116222938539357839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/116222938539357839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116222938539357839' title='Harvest Fest'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-116179625370330049</id><published>2006-10-25T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:14:37.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's in Control</title><summary type='text'>Ok so today I was happily chatting away with a friend of mine when I saw that I had received a new email. I opened up my mail and it was a note from a friend of mine from high school who was pregnant with twins the last I had talked with her and was due anytime now. I thought well she must have had the babies early. As I read on through her email some other things jumped out at me and I decided I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/116179625370330049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=116179625370330049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/116179625370330049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/116179625370330049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116179625370330049' title='God&apos;s in Control'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115695722212506254</id><published>2006-08-30T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:00:22.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Many, Many Things</title><summary type='text'>First I will start with the happy exciting thing. Abbie started kindergarten today. I was more scared about it than she was. It was a little hard watching her get on the bus this morning. I know that she had a great time today. Kaleb will start preschool in a couple weeks. He doesn't start until September 14. He doesn't understand why he's not going yet and Abbie is. I think that he misses his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115695722212506254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115695722212506254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115695722212506254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115695722212506254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115695722212506254' title='Many, Many Things'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115470488777740175</id><published>2006-08-04T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:24:18.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had the chance to help surprise my friend Angie for her 30th Birthday. Angie and I have been friends since we were little girls and she is still one of my closest friends. Angie, Missy and I were together all the time growing up. Angie and I have remained the closest but the three of us are slowly coming together again. Missy went through a hard divorce last year and has really grown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115470488777740175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115470488777740175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115470488777740175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115470488777740175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115470488777740175' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115384664289030425</id><published>2006-07-25T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:57:22.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Blessed</title><summary type='text'>Lately it seems like many people around me are having marriage problems.  My sister and her husband are pretty much ready to call it quits.  My good friend is having a really hard time with her husband and they have baby number 3 on the way in just a couple of month.  I always find it hard to know what to say to people who are having problems in their marriage because their husband doesn't help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115384664289030425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115384664289030425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115384664289030425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115384664289030425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115384664289030425' title='I am Blessed'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115332775740878982</id><published>2006-07-19T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T12:49:17.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting older</title><summary type='text'>I had to send away for Abbie and Kaleb's birth certificates today.  I don't know why we never picked up Abbie's while we lived in Las Vegas, but with Kaleb we moved too soon after he was born to be able to get his.  When we were there a little over 2 years ago we had planned to pick them up but again failed.  So today I sent away for them and hopefully I will recieve Abbie's in time to register </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115332775740878982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115332775740878982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115332775740878982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115332775740878982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115332775740878982' title='getting older'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115323965135349662</id><published>2006-07-18T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:20:51.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>listening</title><summary type='text'>I am actually sitting here listening to some of Joe's messages from lifelines.  It is weird to hear him speaking.  It's been a long time since I have heard Joe speak and I haven't realized how much I missed listening to him.   I'm looking for a message that might be good to pass on to my cousin.  I enjoy them all so I may just have to send the link to all of them to him."The safest road to hell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115323965135349662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115323965135349662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115323965135349662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115323965135349662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115323965135349662' title='listening'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115293091494268622</id><published>2006-07-14T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:35:14.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the strangeness of life</title><summary type='text'>Recently I have been IM my cousin Joe who is stationed in England with the navy.  It's been odd because I haven't seen him in over 14 years.  My uncle and his mom were divorced and my cousins Joe and Jason didn't much like to come and visit their dad.  I have been emailing and talking to Jason's wife Katherine for almost 5 years now.  She has always kept me somewhat up to date about what was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115293091494268622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115293091494268622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115293091494268622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115293091494268622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115293091494268622' title='the strangeness of life'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115263350088844731</id><published>2006-07-11T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:47:42.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recent pictures</title><summary type='text'>Abbie and Kaleb playing in the pool on vacationSunrise in Duck, North Carolinathis was the view from our deck outside our bedroomMy sisters and I at a friends wedding Justin and I at the wedding Sophia celebrating her 1st birthdayMommy still can't believe she's already 1. They grow up so fast.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115263350088844731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115263350088844731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115263350088844731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115263350088844731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115263350088844731' title='recent pictures'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115256982520215662</id><published>2006-07-10T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:17:05.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UFC</title><summary type='text'>On Sautrday night I went over to a friends house and watched the UFC (Ultimate Fighting championship).  I read a book(what's new) and one of the people in it was part of the UFC.  So I started watching some of it on Spike TV.  I have to say that it's really fun to watch.  My girlfriend, Sherie and her husband Tod, are big fans too.  I wish that Justin could have gone with me to watch the fights </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115256982520215662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115256982520215662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115256982520215662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115256982520215662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115256982520215662' title='UFC'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115230837376409444</id><published>2006-07-07T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:39:33.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more thoughts</title><summary type='text'>in my earlier post i was said something about someone reading over my shoulder.  Well I was at work at the time and it was the man whose family has been going to our church forever.  He's one of those weird old guys that just freaks me out sometimes.  He came by the church to fax a few things and I had to help him.  He doesn't hid the fact that he's trying to look at what I am doing.  Then he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115230837376409444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115230837376409444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115230837376409444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115230837376409444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115230837376409444' title='more thoughts'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-115229214771840331</id><published>2006-07-07T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:09:07.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>Life is slowly returning to a somewhat normal pace now that most of the summer activities we had planned are done.We had a great vacation.  I loved being right on the ocean.  It was such a beautiful and relaxing sight.  The kids had a great time.  Kaleb didn't much like the ocean but Abbie loved it.  We had our own pool though which was great.  We were in the Outer Banks area of North Carolina - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/115229214771840331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=115229214771840331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115229214771840331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/115229214771840331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115229214771840331' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114912745366838229</id><published>2006-05-31T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:04:13.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><summary type='text'>At the rate that I am going I am going to need a vacation from my vacation.  It is very hard to get a family of 5 together for a trip.  Justin and I are on opposite schedules until we leave so we don't really have each other for help.  Sophia who is now 11 months old is teething like crazy, therefore she is very fussy.  I just keep looking forward to Monday.  We will be waking up on the beach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114912745366838229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114912745366838229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114912745366838229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114912745366838229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114912745366838229' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114839298636199057</id><published>2006-05-23T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:03:06.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and other things</title><summary type='text'>Lately I have felt like I am always one step behind on everything.  I have all these balls in the air and I think I am doing really good keeping them up there then out of know where one drops and I have to quickly try to get it up again before any more follow.  My job, which I love, has all of the sudden become much more demanding.  I love this though because I feel like I am actually earning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114839298636199057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114839298636199057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114839298636199057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114839298636199057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114839298636199057' title='Life and other things'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114502158705298457</id><published>2006-04-14T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:33:07.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter From God</title><summary type='text'>My ChildYou may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31For you were made in my image. Genesis 1:27In me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28For you are my offspring. Acts 17:28I knew you even before you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114502158705298457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114502158705298457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114502158705298457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114502158705298457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114502158705298457' title='A Love Letter From God'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114485942368603735</id><published>2006-04-12T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:30:23.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't really think of what I wanted to title this.  I don't really know why I felt that I had to title it.  Basically I just thougth that I would ramble on a bit.  I'm at a standstill with things here at work.  I have bulletins I need to do for our Good Friday service and I have bulletins I need to work on for our Sunday service but I do not have service orders and the such to finish what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114485942368603735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114485942368603735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114485942368603735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114485942368603735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114485942368603735' title='stuff'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114415821022214740</id><published>2006-04-04T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:43:30.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>comments</title><summary type='text'>I just deleted a comment left on my last entry.  I love being able to get commets from people but some of the things people leave that really aren't comments but are solicitations to get you to go to their websites.  Some things I can ignore but when people start posting comments about free porn on my blog I don't really like it.  Now I am thinking maybe I should take the comments option away.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114415821022214740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114415821022214740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114415821022214740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114415821022214740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114415821022214740' title='comments'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114328133410515331</id><published>2006-03-25T05:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:08:54.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sick little girl</title><summary type='text'>I have a prayer request for my daughter Abbie.  She's been sick for the last week and she just doesn't seem to be getting over it.  It started with a fever that just wouldn't go away.  We took her to the doctors but they didn't really do anything for her.  She won't eat which worries me.  She really hasn't had much to eat in the last week at all.  I can get her to drink some milk but that's about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114328133410515331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114328133410515331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114328133410515331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114328133410515331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114328133410515331' title='sick little girl'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114131794513806980</id><published>2006-03-02T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:45:45.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>secretary/listener</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel like my job is more than being the church secretary/office manager.  I have had to learn to become a very good listener.  Being here at the church people will often stop by just to talk to someone.  Most of the time that I am here I am the only one here so I become the ear that they need.  I have also become the ear for my boss.  It's nice that he feels comfortable coming to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114131794513806980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114131794513806980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114131794513806980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114131794513806980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114131794513806980' title='secretary/listener'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-114045517302791756</id><published>2006-02-20T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:06:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Blog</title><summary type='text'>I've had a little time on my hands at work lately and I was looking through some blogs.  I started clicking through the next blog icon at the top of the blogs.  It is amazing all the different things people blog about and what you can find.  There are many that are political and some like mine that just talk about family life.  I came across one from a girl in New York who is blogging about her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/114045517302791756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=114045517302791756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114045517302791756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/114045517302791756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114045517302791756' title='Next Blog'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113993170998193252</id><published>2006-02-14T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:41:50.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!!</title><summary type='text'>You know I think that I love coming to work because it's so quiet here. I'm here a lot by myself and even when the Pastors are here they're in their offices and I don't see them much. I do have a nice view outside from my office too which just helps it feel more peaceful. At home there is usually a TV on and at least one child running up and down the hall playing something. Abbie and Kaleb have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113993170998193252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113993170998193252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113993170998193252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113993170998193252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113993170998193252' title='Happy Valentines Day!!!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113727620792848188</id><published>2006-01-14T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:03:27.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's</title><summary type='text'>I snuck downstairs for a few minutes to get some laundry done and thought I would jump on the computer for a few minutes.  Saturday's are the longest day of the week for me.  It's the one day of the week when I am home the whole day by myself with the kids.  Justin works days on Saturday so he leaves here about 8:45 and he'll get home around 7:30.  Sometimes the kids and I will go out, but it's a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113727620792848188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113727620792848188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113727620792848188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113727620792848188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113727620792848188' title='Saturday&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113719863195329495</id><published>2006-01-13T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:30:31.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Conferences</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting in my dad's computer room in my parent's home.  My dad has 3 computers set up around his desk.  Abbie is playing on nickjr behind me.  It's nice to come down here and be able to play on the computer while Abbie does.  This way I know what she's doing at all times.   Today we had a conference with Abbie's preschool teacher.  It was odd to be going to a conference for one of my children</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113719863195329495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113719863195329495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113719863195329495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113719863195329495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113719863195329495' title='School Conferences'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113631168486758536</id><published>2006-01-03T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:08:04.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, Now What</title><summary type='text'>Well we ended the year off with yet another funeral here.  I have really gotten to know the men from T.P. White and Sons funeral home.  Let's hope that with the new year there won't be as many deaths. Things have been going great here.  Justin is in a happy place and all is well with work.  He has two great assistant managers who are really helping him.  The kids are all doing well and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113631168486758536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113631168486758536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113631168486758536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113631168486758536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113631168486758536' title='New Year, Now What'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113534785848950585</id><published>2005-12-23T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:24:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more Funeral</title><summary type='text'>I feel like one of the only times I write is when we have another funeral. Our poor little church has seen so many of it's older members go home this year. This is the 7th death that we've had and the 5th funeral I am going to be helping with. Fred's wife died back in July and was buried on their 49th wedding anniversary. Fred was diagnosed with a brain tumor shortly after that. He fought long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113534785848950585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113534785848950585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113534785848950585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113534785848950585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113534785848950585' title='One more Funeral'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113465788866890343</id><published>2005-12-15T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:44:48.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the year!</title><summary type='text'>Just to update those who read my blog earlier, Trace's surgery went extremly well.  It last only 5 hours and everything looks great.  Thanks for your prayers.Well this week I started leaving Sophia home with her daddy while I come to work.  I loved having her here with me but she needs more attention now.  She wants to play and be talked to and move around and it's hard for me to do that with her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113465788866890343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113465788866890343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113465788866890343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113465788866890343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113465788866890343' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the year!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113448715294274900</id><published>2005-12-13T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:19:12.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113448715294274900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113448715294274900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113448715294274900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113448715294274900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113448715294274900' title=''/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113448639243999026</id><published>2005-12-13T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:06:32.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><summary type='text'>I would like to ask everyone to pray for a little 7 year old boy who comes to my church. His name is Trace and he is having surgery today to put in two growth rods along his spine. Trace has Spinabifida(spelling) which is the curving of the spine.  The mortality rate of his surgery is 50/50 but without it he could die within the next 6 months.  The way his spine is curving it is cutting off all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113448639243999026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113448639243999026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113448639243999026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113448639243999026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113448639243999026' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113379544380775040</id><published>2005-12-05T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:10:43.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside</title><summary type='text'>Well our high today is 32 degrees, but I have to say the weather has surely helped to put me in the spirit of things. There's a light dusting of snow outside but there's ice on all the road signs and trees. It looks very calm and peaceful. I love being at work in the mornings before anyone else comes in and I can just soak up the quiet and peacefulness of the church. The ladies came and decorated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113379544380775040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113379544380775040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113379544380775040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113379544380775040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113379544380775040' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-113016171483595766</id><published>2005-10-24T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:48:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what is going on with our little church that so many people keep dying.  Our organist at our church passed away in her sleep last night.  She was in her 60's and just had a hysterectomy last week.  Her husband woke up this morning and went to ask her what she would like for breakfast.  He thougth that she was still asleep but then when he touched her he realized she was already gone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/113016171483595766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=113016171483595766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113016171483595766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/113016171483595766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113016171483595766' title='Death'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-112981737740952215</id><published>2005-10-20T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:09:37.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and things</title><summary type='text'>I thought that I should let you all know that my sister Stephanie had her baby on September 19. After 16 hours of hard labor they ended up doing an emergency c-section. David Martin Guenther was born at 11:30p.m., and weighed 6lbs 14oz. She had been told all a long that he was going to be a big baby, but they got that wrong. At least they didn't get the sex wrong. She's doing well and so is her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/112981737740952215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=112981737740952215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/112981737740952215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/112981737740952215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981737740952215' title='Updates and things'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-112541891915755748</id><published>2005-08-30T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:25:57.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids</title><summary type='text'>My kids are such wonderful blessings to me. Each time I look at them I am just amazed by how creative God is. Each one has their own personallity and their own look. Abbie is my whiner but she is my most creative. She can make up all kinds of stories which also means she can lie pretty well too. I look at her and I see me. Not just in her looks but in her stuborness and her moodiness. I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/112541891915755748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=112541891915755748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/112541891915755748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/112541891915755748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112541891915755748' title='My Kids'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-112230587685220638</id><published>2005-07-25T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:37:56.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE!! Where's the pause button!</title><summary type='text'>OK so Sophia will be four weeks old tomorrow.  Where has the time gone.  Sophia Ellen Clark was born at 9:34am on Tuesday June 28.  This was after my doctor was an hour late because he over slept.  She weighed7lbs. 14oz. and was 21 inches long.  She looks just like Abbie and a little like Kaleb.  She has been a real joy.  Kaleb wanted to take her home right away.  He loves his baby Sophie.  Abbie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/112230587685220638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=112230587685220638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/112230587685220638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/112230587685220638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230587685220638' title='LIFE!! Where&apos;s the pause button!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-111988016037040917</id><published>2005-06-27T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:49:20.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And soon we'll be 5</title><summary type='text'>Well tomorrow morning at 8:00am I am having my c-section.  It's still strange to me to have a scheduled time to go to the hospital, but it's very nice in the planning.  My baby room is still not ready but I am hoping it will be done by time Sophia and I come home from the hospital.  We are waiting on a piece for our changing table that was damaged.  Everyone is excited and waiting.  It's nice to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/111988016037040917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=111988016037040917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/111988016037040917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/111988016037040917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111988016037040917' title='And soon we&apos;ll be 5'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-111824972909432401</id><published>2005-06-08T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:55:29.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 days and counting</title><summary type='text'>In 20 days I will give birth to our 3rd child.  What was I thinking??  I  go from being very happy one minute to FREAKING OUT the next.  I love my kids but they are a handful and now I am adding another child to the mix.  Well there's no turning back now.  On June 28 at 8:00am I will have my 3rd c-section.  Our church here is giving me a shower this Sunday.  I love baby showers.  We are in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/111824972909432401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=111824972909432401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/111824972909432401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/111824972909432401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824972909432401' title='20 days and counting'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-111322906333253076</id><published>2005-04-11T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:17:43.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><summary type='text'>Well it's been a long time since last I blogged. I've just not taken the time to do it. I am now almost 7 months pregnant with another girl. Her name will be Sophia Ellen or Sophie. Lately I've been asking myself if I am crazy having another baby. I know it will be hard but I am truly excited. Abbie is just fascinated by the whole process. She loves to feel the baby move and she loves to talk to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/111322906333253076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=111322906333253076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/111322906333253076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/111322906333253076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111322906333253076' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-110960164636427462</id><published>2005-02-28T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:40:46.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Is Well</title><summary type='text'>Well my sister Stephanie is doing much better.  It took a little time but she is finally getting over her pnemoniua.  She hasn't had any problems with her pregnancy so far either.  On a happy note my youngest sister Jessica gave birth to a healthy baby boy on Feb. 22.  His name is Wakefield Martin Wendell Cook.  Jessica loves to come us with wonderful long names.  She is doing great. I wish I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/110960164636427462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=110960164636427462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110960164636427462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110960164636427462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960164636427462' title='All Is Well'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-110874957693994170</id><published>2005-02-18T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T12:59:36.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><summary type='text'>My sister Stephanie just found out that she's 7 weeks pregnant.  This was a bit of a surprise to her and her husband since she is on the pill.  Back in December she had bronchitis and was on antibiotics that made the pill weaker.  Anyway now she is pregnant, but she has pnemounia.  They haven't put her in the hospital yet, but they may in the next day or two.  If you could just pray for her and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/110874957693994170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=110874957693994170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110874957693994170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110874957693994170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874957693994170' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-110848578314166782</id><published>2005-02-15T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:43:03.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><summary type='text'>Last night Abbie was sitting on the couch with me watching TV.  We were curled up nice and cozy and then she looks up at me.  She says, "I love you mommy." I tell her that I love her too.  She then tells me that she loves God too because he's her daddy.  Not like daddy is her daddy, but God created her and she loves him.  I just gave her a big hug and told her that God loves her too.  It made me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/110848578314166782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=110848578314166782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110848578314166782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110848578314166782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848578314166782' title='Children'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-110235352667498599</id><published>2004-12-06T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:18:46.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance</title><summary type='text'>In the last few months Justin and I have really gotten to know our car insurance agent.  With the van being stolen and claiming the things inside of it and now I rearended someone on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  I was driving Justin's car and it was raining and you know how that goes.  His tires suck and I just slide into the car infront of me.  Luckily the lady I hit was very friendly we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/110235352667498599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=110235352667498599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110235352667498599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110235352667498599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235352667498599' title='Insurance'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-110010092092256097</id><published>2004-11-10T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T10:35:20.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening</title><summary type='text'>Not too much has happened since the last time I blogged.  Work has been busy.  We are in the middle of a building campaign to build a new sanctuary.  The one we currently have hold a little more than 200 people and we are growing out of it.  We are only going to build one that will hold 450.  The building is over 30 years old.  They are going to make the old sanctuary into classrooms eventually.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/110010092092256097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=110010092092256097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110010092092256097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/110010092092256097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010092092256097' title='What&apos;s been happening'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109698964477549382</id><published>2004-10-05T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:20:44.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio</title><summary type='text'>I spent the weekend, well just about 48 hours in San Antonio visiting my cousin and his family.  I have never been to see them before and I thought that it was about time.  They just had a new baby about 8 weeks ago so it worked out great to get to see the baby and spend time with their 5 year old daughter Maddie.  I've only see my cousin once in the last 12 years and that was for about 3 hours a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109698964477549382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109698964477549382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109698964477549382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109698964477549382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698964477549382' title='San Antonio'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109647227412369784</id><published>2004-09-29T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:37:54.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't say that I am a control freak but I do like to have a handle on most things.  I keep my emotions in control most of the time.  I don't like to let people see how I am feeling.  I don't like to feel weak.  I tend to even hide my emotions from my husband simply because he never shows me any either.  This hit me very hard yesterday as I started thinking really thinking about how I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109647227412369784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109647227412369784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109647227412369784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109647227412369784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109647227412369784' title='Angry'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109569858939208591</id><published>2004-09-20T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T12:43:09.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no news</title><summary type='text'>We still haven't heard anything about our van and I really don't expect to. We have to go out this week and get new car seats. We've been using ones that belong to my mom and I just want to get something of our own again. We have a really nice rental van that is going to really spoil me. Our insurance will cover it for pretty much a month. We've had several people in our church offer cars to us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109569858939208591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109569858939208591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109569858939208591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109569858939208591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569858939208591' title='Still no news'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109525894493946680</id><published>2004-09-15T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:38:58.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Security Lost</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here this morning and think about the events that happened yesterday I just have such a hard time understanding. Yesterday afternoon while I was here at the church working my van was stolen from the parking lot. The events around it are what have me the most confussed, scared, lost. Yesterday I did a lot of things different than I normally do. I had the kids with me because I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109525894493946680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109525894493946680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109525894493946680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109525894493946680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525894493946680' title='Security Lost'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109509440100413981</id><published>2004-09-13T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:53:21.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><summary type='text'>My sister Jessica lives in Sarasota Florida.  She has yet to be truely badly effected by the previous hurricans and my not have any problems with Ivan, but I am worried for her.  Not just with the hurricans, but in her life in general.  Jessica is my baby sister and is pregnant with her hird child.  She is such a smart and strong woman.  She loves so much an dI know that she is hurting right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109509440100413981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109509440100413981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109509440100413981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109509440100413981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109509440100413981' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109404439199492012</id><published>2004-09-01T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:13:11.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><summary type='text'>Today is day three of my new job and I have to say that it is pretty much the easiest job I have ever had.  No one is ever here and there isn't much for me to do.  I do have to work on reorganizing our programs but other than that things are good.  I had to bring the kids with me yesterday and amazingly that did well.  Except when Kaleb decieded to empty an entire container of baby powder in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109404439199492012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109404439199492012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109404439199492012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109404439199492012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404439199492012' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109387265308735832</id><published>2004-08-30T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:08:41.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Job</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here at the computer in the office of my church and look around I think what am I doing. Today is my first day as our church's new office manager. Yes I many things that I should be doing at the moment but I thought that I would take the time to ask my friends to pray for my family and I. We are making a major change to our lives starting today. I don't think that it will feel too major,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109387265308735832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109387265308735832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109387265308735832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109387265308735832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387265308735832' title='I have a Job'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109236631480014247</id><published>2004-08-12T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:05:14.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our church is part of a denomenation know as the Christian and Missionary Alliance.  The focus of all the churches is on building people to go into the mission field.  Wether that be outside of the USA or here.  One of the things that they do for teens is called Life.  It's held every few years and it brings all the teens together from all the churches.  This year our church sent 6 teens to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109236631480014247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109236631480014247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109236631480014247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109236631480014247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109236631480014247' title=''/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109155697493028082</id><published>2004-08-03T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T14:17:18.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>houses suck!!</title><summary type='text'>Our house is a little over one year old and it has had more problems than I want to deal with. The wall in our family room has a crack. Only about 4 feet of the wall is below ground. Well the last few times it's rained the carpet in the corner was wet. But we were never able to find where the water was coming from. About a week ago the builders came out and cut 4 nice large holes in our dry wall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109155697493028082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109155697493028082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109155697493028082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109155697493028082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155697493028082' title='houses suck!!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-109063521911502205</id><published>2004-07-23T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T22:15:45.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job??</title><summary type='text'>Well there is a possibility that I could get a job at our church.  Our church has decided to set specific hours for the church secretary.  The lady who does the job now comes when she please and stays for however long she likes.  They want someone to come and work from 9-1 Monday through Friday.  My dad is on the board but doesn't want to put my name in because he doesn't want to show favoritism.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/109063521911502205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=109063521911502205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109063521911502205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/109063521911502205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109063521911502205' title='A Job??'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108983729596058351</id><published>2004-07-14T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:34:55.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been sitting here reading some of the blogs that I read on a regular basis, but haven't been lately.  I have a headache from a few of them.  Everyone is just too damn deep lately, me included.  Life is too short for some and I am tired of moping.  I've been walking around feeling sad lately for God knows why and I just make myself angery.  I have no reason to be sad or depressed.  I have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108983729596058351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108983729596058351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108983729596058351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108983729596058351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108983729596058351' title=''/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108879687529385548</id><published>2004-07-02T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T15:34:35.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><summary type='text'>Abbie is sick for the first time in a long time, but she doesn't act like she at all.  She has strep throat but you would never know.  I wish she would be like every other sick kid and just want to lay around and rest.  Luckily Kaleb hasn't gotten sick yet. Apparently several kids from vacation Bible school have gotten sick.  I guess we were spreading more than the story of Jesus last week.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108879687529385548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108879687529385548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108879687529385548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108879687529385548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108879687529385548' title='stuff'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108798955871350628</id><published>2004-06-23T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T07:19:18.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!!</title><summary type='text'>The last two days have been very busy.  We are having Vacation Bible School at our church right now and I have been helping out.  I have been doing registration, taking pictures, running power point and a bunch of other things.  It has been a lot of fun really.  Our goal this year was to get 100 kids to come.  We have about 30-35 kids in our church so we had to get a lot from outside.  My friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108798955871350628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108798955871350628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108798955871350628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108798955871350628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108798955871350628' title='Fun!!'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108741478157283545</id><published>2004-06-16T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:39:41.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS</title><summary type='text'>Vacation Bible School.  Our church is having Vacation Bible School next week and I am already tired from getting things ready.  I am incharge of all the registration stuff and computer stuff.  I like that because I didn't want to have to teach or decorate.  There is just so much to do and I don't know when I am going to get it all done.  Hopefully by Friday afternoon I will be ready for Monday.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108741478157283545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108741478157283545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108741478157283545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108741478157283545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108741478157283545' title='VBS'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108732129978416078</id><published>2004-06-15T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:41:39.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings</title><summary type='text'>I went to a wedding on Saturday night for a guy that I have known my whole life.  He is a family friend that attends our church.  It was the sweetest wedding.  Aby his wife is from Mexico and they met there 2 years ago.  Kevin can speak fluent spanish and is going to be teaching spanish next school year.  It was fun to watch as Kevin translated the pastors message into spanish for Aby's family.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108732129978416078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108732129978416078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108732129978416078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108732129978416078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108732129978416078' title='weddings'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108705503907713755</id><published>2004-06-12T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T11:43:59.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Ohio</title><summary type='text'>Well not much has been going on here since we returned from our trip to Las Vegas.  Justin has had 2 days off since we've been back so needless to say I have been very busy with the kids.  Justin has been looking into other jobs and has even gone on a few interviews.  I just keep praying for him.  I thought that he was happy but now I don't know.  It makes it all very hard for me to understand.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108705503907713755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108705503907713755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108705503907713755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108705503907713755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705503907713755' title='Life in Ohio'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108303241261013263</id><published>2004-04-26T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:23:16.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't felt much like blogging lately.  I really don't know why.  I haven't felt like I had too much to say.  I have also been trying to keep myself busier and away from the computer.  Abbie has also started playing games on the computer and takes a lot of my computer time away.  We are going through the Purpose Driven Life book at our church right now and have started small groups to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108303241261013263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108303241261013263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108303241261013263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108303241261013263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303241261013263' title=''/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108113708327029682</id><published>2004-04-04T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T23:54:05.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother-in-laws</title><summary type='text'>I thought that it was the husband who was supposed to hate his mother-in-law not the wife.  I don't hate Justin's mom, but I don't know how much she cares for me.  She handles me at an arms length and just bugs me to death.  Sometimes I feel as if she thinks that I am the antichrist trying to take her son away.  I would think that after 6 1/2 years of marriage she would be over losing Justin to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108113708327029682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108113708327029682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108113708327029682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108113708327029682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113708327029682' title='Mother-in-laws'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-108066947692763578</id><published>2004-03-30T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T13:00:33.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately I haven't felt much like blogging.  I really don't know why, but I just have been having a hard time thinking through what I would like to say.  Anyway, there is so much going on for us this week.  My sister Stephanie is getting married on Saturday and Abbie and I are in the Wedding.  There are still several things that I need to do to help my sister not get too stressed out which in turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/108066947692763578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=108066947692763578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108066947692763578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/108066947692763578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066947692763578' title=''/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107983841541188434</id><published>2004-03-20T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T22:09:22.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>identity crisis</title><summary type='text'>I have been having an identity crisis lately and I can't decide what template to use for my blog.  I want to create one on my own but I don't know how.  I try to mess with the ones that we can choose from but it just doesn't work.  I found one that I liked but it wouldn't show my title.  Oh well, I think that I have settled on this for a while.  We finally bought a second car.  It's a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107983841541188434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107983841541188434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107983841541188434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107983841541188434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107983841541188434' title='identity crisis'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107945207000899626</id><published>2004-03-16T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T10:50:11.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness</title><summary type='text'>Well I think that it has finally run its course through our family.  First Kaleb started throwing up, then Abbie and then me.  Justin has luckily not gotten sick.  He started at the Erlanger store today.  Justin got a good raise and we have been doing some car shopping.  We are finally going to be a two car family.  We have all stopped throwing up, but I still feel a little weak.  Keep us in your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107945207000899626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107945207000899626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107945207000899626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107945207000899626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945207000899626' title='sickness'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107848806912260087</id><published>2004-03-05T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T07:03:20.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep my mind is going with too many thoughts of what is to come.  Justin has decided to take the General Manager position with Donato's.  We talked about it and feel that the timing is right.  I feel a bit overwhelmed at the moment.  There are so many things going on in the next several weeks.  I have a bridal shower for my sister and two baby showers to go to.  My sister is getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107848806912260087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107848806912260087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107848806912260087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107848806912260087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848806912260087' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107845964236567056</id><published>2004-03-04T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:09:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Prayer?</title><summary type='text'>Justin called me from work this evening to ask me how I felt about him becoming the General Manager of the Donato's in Erlanger, KY.  It's actually a little closer to us, because it is all highway to get there.  This is coming after Justin put his resume in at the big Vineyard church in Tri-county.  They are looking for a facilities director to do pretty much what he was doing at Canyon Ridge.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107845964236567056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107845964236567056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107845964236567056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107845964236567056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845964236567056' title='Answer to Prayer?'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107825622049925601</id><published>2004-03-02T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T14:39:08.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Day</title><summary type='text'>It's a beautiful sunny day outside today, but it is still too cold to go outside to play.  I have so much I should be doing, but I just don't want to.  I think that I am going to go and read a book.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107825622049925601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107825622049925601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107825622049925601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107825622049925601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825622049925601' title='Sunny Day'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107811221670829057</id><published>2004-02-29T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:39:02.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being a parent</title><summary type='text'>I used to dream of how things would be when I became a parent.  It's funny when things happen they way I thought they would.  When Abbie calls me back for just one more kiss and a hug before she goes to bed.  When Kaleb's eyes light up as soon as he sees me and he raises his hands up for me to pick him up.  I love it when Abbie just looks at me and says, "Mom I just love you."  Then there are the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107811221670829057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107811221670829057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107811221670829057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107811221670829057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811221670829057' title='being a parent'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107768216057898513</id><published>2004-02-24T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:12:32.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><summary type='text'>I am so bad at making and keeping friends.  I keep trying to build relationships here, but I am just no good at it.  I am afraid of phones so that doesn't help.  I hate talking to people on the phone.  There are only certain people that I call on the phone.  My mom is one of them and my best friend Angie that I grew up with.  I even have a hard time calling my sister who lives in Florida.  I want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107768216057898513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107768216057898513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107768216057898513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107768216057898513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768216057898513' title='friends'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107747875213458908</id><published>2004-02-22T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T14:41:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>changing churches</title><summary type='text'>Justin and I are thinking about changing churches.  Justin hasn't really liked our church since we started going there.  It is the church I grew up going to and I feel comfortable at.  I love our pastor he does a great job, but I feel like he is rushed and the focus is not on teaching us.  We start out our service every week with about 20 minutes of announcements.  Our pastor pretty much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107747875213458908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107747875213458908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107747875213458908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107747875213458908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107747875213458908' title='changing churches'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107721696363776685</id><published>2004-02-19T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T13:57:59.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No vacation for me</title><summary type='text'>Well the kids and I got back from Florida last night.  It was great to see my sister, but the kids were sick with the flu the whole time we were there.  Abbie had a cold before we left that went into the flu and then Kaleb got it.  On top of that the weather was not really good.  It was in the 60's and cloudy most of the time.  It was better than being here in Ohio, but I wish that it would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107721696363776685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107721696363776685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107721696363776685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107721696363776685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721696363776685' title='No vacation for me'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107629442303618510</id><published>2004-02-08T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:42:08.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to the Citizen's on the birth of their son.  He has a very special birthday.  I will always remember Jack's birthday since it is the same as mine.  Justin and I had a great time out together for my birthday.  Abbie made my day special by singing Happy Birthday to me without help.  She is such a sweet little girl.  Kaleb just screams and runs around.  Life is very good.  I love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107629442303618510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107629442303618510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107629442303618510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107629442303618510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629442303618510' title='Life'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107606833287281655</id><published>2004-02-06T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T06:53:55.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><summary type='text'>Today is my 27th birthday.  While that may not seem very old, and it's not, it's the first time in a long time that I am feeling my age.  I have always been the younger friend.  The one that everyone hates when it comes time for my birthday because they remember how much younger I am than them.  It felt weird the other day when I realized that Justin and I have been together as a couple for 7 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107606833287281655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107606833287281655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107606833287281655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107606833287281655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606833287281655' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685256.post-107543135505588938</id><published>2004-01-29T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:58:08.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in the mid west</title><summary type='text'>Ah, it's cold and there is snow falling, what more could you ask for.  Well I could think of several things... Sun, 70 degree temperatures, more sun.  I am excited though my mom and the kids and I are going to visit my sister and her family in Florida in two weeks.  I will get to go to the beach in February and get a little sun.  We won't be there for long, but it will be nice to get a way from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/feeds/107543135505588938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685256&amp;postID=107543135505588938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107543135505588938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685256/posts/default/107543135505588938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennclark.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543135505588938' title='Winter in the mid west'/><author><name>Jenn Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08164242172636897397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoIxaRR90KQ/ToMgLTjs1RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYz6VO-sWlY/s220/20110829_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
