<?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-4828656083621963975</id><updated>2011-08-02T23:35:15.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JimNJen</title><subtitle type='html'>A daily journey through the life of me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3277032238031568378</id><published>2009-09-16T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:28:37.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a really long time....I have so much going on here lately.  First off, we have a new addition to the family,  A boxer puppy named Daisy. (Although I think she thinks her name is Bad Dog)  She is quite possibly the most stubborn and hard headed dog I have ever encountered.  If she doesn't get her way or you won't let her go where she wants, she has started head butting her way through.  Salon is going very good, busy, busy.  The kids have me running in 42 different directions.  Jessica is a freshman at Fern Creek and Alex is a senior there.  Alex will be going to Paris for 9 days in April.  Jess has found her groove with a pretty good group of kids.  We've been filling out tons of paperwork for re-taking ACT's and college prep programs.  We are getting ready to start visiting campus'.  Getting a new roof installed this week...will post pics when done.  I can't believe it's already September and that it's over half over.  We have plans to go out of town again for the Thanksgiving holidays.  The family situation is no better this year, if anything, it's worse.  We have lots going on these days and not a lot of time to breathe. All in all, life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3277032238031568378?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3277032238031568378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3277032238031568378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3277032238031568378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3277032238031568378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7498461657276325889</id><published>2009-07-18T12:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:55:57.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Hamilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SmH9weSD-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZEoOkPiTgXU/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SmH9weSD-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZEoOkPiTgXU/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359844040751970898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of Gary and Martena Hamilton.  Gary passed away Sunday at 10 am of terminal brain cancer.  He fought for just shy of a year for his life.  He was a wonderful husband, caring father, and a devoted U of L fan.  He always had a story and made you laugh.  He genuinely wanted to know what was going on in your life.  Everything he did, he did to the best of his ability.  Once when Jim and I went out of town, we asked Gary to come to the house and water everything while we were gone.  Imagine our surprise when we came back and all the plants, flowers, and tomatoes looked BETTER than when we left!  He was a great guy who will be missed terribly.  He is definitely in a better place and now does not have to suffer.  We love you Gary!  May you rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7498461657276325889?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7498461657276325889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7498461657276325889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7498461657276325889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7498461657276325889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/07/gary-hamilton.html' title='Gary Hamilton'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SmH9weSD-lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZEoOkPiTgXU/s72-c/DSCN0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4927857334731041341</id><published>2009-06-19T00:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:47:48.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Chewey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SjsYbo6IgjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AyJbOIMcS8Y/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SjsYbo6IgjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AyJbOIMcS8Y/s320/100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348895845549376050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about Alex turning 18 that I forgot to wish my youngest fur baby a Happy Birthday too!  Happy Birthday Chewey Bacca!  My chubby little furry girl is now 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4927857334731041341?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4927857334731041341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4927857334731041341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4927857334731041341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4927857334731041341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-chewey.html' title='Sorry Chewey!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SjsYbo6IgjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AyJbOIMcS8Y/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1556215632378895991</id><published>2009-06-10T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:25:35.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandria Lynn Arnold</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY BABY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1556215632378895991?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1556215632378895991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1556215632378895991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1556215632378895991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1556215632378895991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/alexandria-lynn-arnold.html' title='Alexandria Lynn Arnold'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5498910355924154664</id><published>2009-06-02T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:21:17.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is consumer over 18?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SiVc6tQ58_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZqZngaVib1w/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SiVc6tQ58_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZqZngaVib1w/s320/079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342778696597631986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday it hit me...I'm standing in Walmart at the U-Scan buying Dayquil so that I can breathe.  When I run the bar codes over the scanner, the computer beeps and a big warning comes across the screen that says, IS CONSUMER OVER 18? BIRTHDATE MUST BE BEFORE JUNE 01, 1990.  For a split second I stood there in disbelief when I looked at the birthdate.  My first born child was born on June 10, 1990.  That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks.  My little girl, my baby, my tookie, was going to be an adult.  I have 8 more days to have 2 minor children. I don't know...I'm having difficulty expressing how I feel about this.  On one hand, I could not be more proud.  I have  a beautiful daughter who is smart, funny, compassionate, and a huge help.  On the other hand, there is an underlying change that is taking place in our relationship.  Less of a parental role and more of a friend and confidant that is taking shape.  It's difficult to measure success as a parent.  I guess I feel like we have done an outstanding job and the proof is in our daughter.  I'm sure the future will hold lots more ups and downs, but I always want to remember how I felt as she passed through to adulthood. I mourn the loss of a little girl, and celebrate with a young woman.  Congratulations baby, momma is proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5498910355924154664?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5498910355924154664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5498910355924154664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5498910355924154664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5498910355924154664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-consumer-over-18.html' title='Is consumer over 18?'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SiVc6tQ58_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZqZngaVib1w/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3859438520809776783</id><published>2009-04-20T10:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:28:31.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is MY church...</title><content type='html'>www.leoweekly.com/the-church-hoppers/music-marriage-and-a-mosh-pit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3859438520809776783?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-working-out.html' title='I&apos;ve been working out'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6196511870741835641</id><published>2009-04-16T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:05:07.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Lexi Luhu Diva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SedXHA7Px4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v99_qE83CB8/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-4th-birthday-lexi-luhu-diva.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Lexi Luhu Diva!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SedXHA7Px4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v99_qE83CB8/s72-c/141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-528197941233202181</id><published>2009-04-10T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:22:06.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatlinburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/Sd9VyhlNYpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_sH5Cka9uoU/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/Sd9VyhlNYpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_sH5Cka9uoU/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323067611071472274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that beautiful creek/river that flows through the middle of Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge?  Yea, take a closer look at the signs that are posted everywhere!  OMG - so gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-528197941233202181?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/528197941233202181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=528197941233202181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/528197941233202181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/528197941233202181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/gatlinburg.html' title='Gatlinburg'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/Sd9VyhlNYpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_sH5Cka9uoU/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1658302927489139179</id><published>2009-04-08T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:25:23.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SdzPwE93dEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pQsS8gSvKeg/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SdzPwE93dEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pQsS8gSvKeg/s320/Easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322357284518982722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!  (I totally stole this from Kelly!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1658302927489139179?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1658302927489139179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1658302927489139179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1658302927489139179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1658302927489139179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SdzPwE93dEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pQsS8gSvKeg/s72-c/Easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8262105554727183043</id><published>2009-03-20T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:48:38.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919795378180&amp;amp;site=widget-04.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919795378180&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p1/3386706919795378180/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919795378180&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p2/3386706919795378180/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919795378180&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p4/3386706919795378180/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Alex's junior ring ceremony and prom.  I cannot believe that she going to be a senior and 18 in June.  We had a really good time getting ready for the day.  Just thought I would share some pics of how beautiful she is! Congratulations Fern Creek class of 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8262105554727183043?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8262105554727183043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8262105554727183043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8262105554727183043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8262105554727183043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexs-prom.html' title='Alex&apos;s Prom'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6582214141539920492</id><published>2009-03-12T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:01:04.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Refrigerator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949604449528&amp;amp;site=widget-f8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949604449528&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p1/3026418949604449528/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949604449528&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p2/3026418949604449528/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949604449528&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p4/3026418949604449528/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago our refrigerator goes out.  It's only five years old but it has been acting up for about a year now.  We decide to go shopping for a new fridge and this means that we have to visit every place in Louisville that sells appliances.  Our current fridge is white but I have always wanted stainless steel applicances.  I figure if we have to buy one, we might as well get what we want.  But this is going to cause a problem because then the new fridge won't match any of the other appliances.  So we simply must buy an entire package.  I have myself completely talked into this since you can save so much money buying all of them together.  I get to thinking that we are also going to need to change out the kitchen sink because it is also white and not in very good condition.  So then everything in the whole kitchen will match.  But there is a problem because I have also always wanted an undermount sink.  Well you can't just go and do that without having a new counter top.  Did I mention that if I'm going to have to get a new counter top, it is going to be granite?  Did you know that you really shouldn't put granite over old unlevel cabinets?  Needless to say, I got up the next day and made a pot of coffee.  I then decided to rip out the whole kitchen.  Jim said if we are going that far, we might as well pop holes in the top of the walls and drop some new insulation down them.  So we do just as we had planned and within about 8 hours, we are standing in an empty room.  Great!  Off to Home Depot we go.  Long story short, cabinets would take 4-5 weeks and then they would send a granite guy out to measure and counter tops would be an additional 4-6 weeks.  I don't think so.  Did I tell you that I work at the speed of Extreme Makeover?  Needless to say, the following morning I found a place that had the cabinets that I wanted in stock.  They also had a granite guy that could be out in five days to install the granite on site.  We worked our butts off and put the whole kitchen together ourselves in less than 7 days.  It turned out beautiful.  I love my new kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6582214141539920492?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6582214141539920492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6582214141539920492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6582214141539920492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6582214141539920492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-refrigerator.html' title='Stupid Refrigerator'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1549365077828389348</id><published>2009-02-25T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:13:04.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Economy</title><content type='html'>I know that a lot of people have seriously been affected by todays economy.  Some have lost their jobs and even their homes.  I am having a major problem with the news media that keeps beating it in the ground.  Every time you turn on the tv its doom and gloom.  Using words like "recession" and "depression" and "catastrophe" and such are not making it any better either.  An equal amount of people have not lost anything and are terrified to spend a dime of their money just because of what they are hearing on tv.  If you had no money in the stock market, (me), and you haven't lost your job, (me), and you never bought a house that you couldn't actually afford, (me), then your life has pretty much coasted along.  Thing were getting a little tight when gas went up to $4 a gallon but thats because it made us realize how much money we actually wasted.  For the most part, Americans will spend money on what they want to spend money on.  I just wish the media would take a more positive spin and quit placing fear and doubt into the minds of Americans.  This "disease", if you will, is spreading like wildfire through our nation.  I know that a sure collapse of our financial institutions would have incurred had we not "bailed out" our banks and automobile industries.  But I am worried about what all this is teaching our kids.  This new economic bailout plan will put into place a bank that deals only with forclosures.  It will offer  much lower interst rates for those who cannot make their payments.  To me, this sends a clear message.  If you don't or can't pay your bills, the government will give you a lower interest rate so that you can.  If you have paid all your mortgage payments on time, congratulations - you can keep your higher interest rate.  We are showing our kids that if you are corrupt and take ridiculous amounts of money in the form of salary or bonuses from your company, then you have arrived.  Forget about the little people below you that are busting butt to keep their head above water.  We will give you trillions of dollars to keep doing whatever you want, all in the name of "restructurizing".  We will actually give you the money and not even ask you to account for it.  All of this and yet my tax returns have to be scrutinized down to the last dime for accuracy.  Something is wrong here and nobody is saying anything.  Just seems so backwards to me.  To reward bad behavior.  Just needed to vent...feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1549365077828389348?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1549365077828389348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1549365077828389348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1549365077828389348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1549365077828389348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/economy.html' title='The Economy'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1447116047456425014</id><published>2009-01-30T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:08:06.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SYOjJS-PerI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7KG2K2UMPwc/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SYOjJS-PerI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7KG2K2UMPwc/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297256966824884914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to not like cold weather...it is another thing to be stuck in the house 24/7 because of an ice storm.  This picture gives me a "warm fuzzy" feeling.  I'm so ready for spring.  I am so thankful that we at least have power.  I know there are a lot of people out there that are staying with family (God bless your souls) and a lot staying in hotels spending money they don't have.  I guess it all comes down to perspective.  Before you know it we will all be complaining about how hot it is outside!  Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1447116047456425014?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1447116047456425014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1447116047456425014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1447116047456425014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1447116047456425014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-blah.html' title='Winter Blah'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SYOjJS-PerI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7KG2K2UMPwc/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1497879981915181660</id><published>2009-01-18T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:43:03.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clients...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about different clients today.  I am truly blessed to have mostly normal people who come to see me....but there are a few that are out there.  Last year the crazy roller lady graced me with her presence. (If you missed this, check old blog) I have a new crazy now...actually I did her years ago and she has since returned.  I won't mention names but let's just say the first time I did her I though she was going to slit my throat with my own razor.  Thank God for the normal clients.  Sarah, a teacher at Seneca...Bob and Olivia, who is now a big college student in Chicago...Wendy and her 2 girls...Ms. Molly, good golly...Cheryl &amp; Amanda, she is a hoot...Susan, Olivia and Katie, so sweet...Tina who is so faithful...Rachel and Dave, I miss you guys...Penny and Marie, girls who can kick butt...Stacy, one of my confidants...Wess, Fern Creek rocks...Vicki and Heather, my wonderful nurses...Kurt, America is safe because of you...Sarah, come back cause your hair looks aweful...Katherine, who finishes my sentences...These are just to name a few...Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1497879981915181660?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1497879981915181660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1497879981915181660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1497879981915181660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1497879981915181660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/clients.html' title='Clients...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6967221051504220756</id><published>2009-01-11T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:05:59.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for the week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SWrMrHQdjgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6qh9y2WEpmE/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SWrMrHQdjgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6qh9y2WEpmE/s320/Winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290265753354604034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate taxes...but my part is done. It is absolutely freezing outside and if I had a job, I would move to Florida.  I'm madly in love with my husband today.  So thankful the kids aren't sick anymore.  Really hoping we get another stimulus check, it will definitely stimulate my checking account.  I made homemade meatball subs for lunch today...the heartburn is probably going to kill me.  I had church from my dining room table today...did I mention that my church rocks?  Saw the movie Bride Wars...it's okay.  Ready to open the pool so I can get some color...just waiting on the weather.  Lg&amp;E bill arrived yesterday...$320...I'm not even warm.  The hose at the shampoo bowl at work got away from me Thursday...Let's just say I had to put my clothes in the dryer.  Am thinking about taking a full 2 week vacation this year...the salon would probably blow up.  Contemplating the value of a true friend.  Thanking God we only had 2 children...they are so expensive.  Wondering when my mother in law is getting engaged...and if my brother and sister in law will ever speak to us again. Thanking God for a peaceful year last year and another one to come.  Just some random thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6967221051504220756?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6967221051504220756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6967221051504220756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6967221051504220756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6967221051504220756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-for-week.html' title='Thoughts for the week...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SWrMrHQdjgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6qh9y2WEpmE/s72-c/Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1350730583428500519</id><published>2009-01-06T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:59:04.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>It's tax time...again...if anyone cares I will be drowning at the dining room table in a sea of unreadable and unmemorable receipts. Corporate taxes SUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1350730583428500519?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1350730583428500519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1350730583428500519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1350730583428500519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1350730583428500519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4931597504081846223</id><published>2008-12-22T00:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:40:55.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SU8oXslUGwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8faxXsyeyNs/s1600-h/jimjen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SU8oXslUGwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8faxXsyeyNs/s320/jimjen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485275498650370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Baby!  18 years and counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4931597504081846223?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4931597504081846223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4931597504081846223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4931597504081846223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4931597504081846223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-year.html' title='Another year!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SU8oXslUGwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8faxXsyeyNs/s72-c/jimjen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1007765395067235261</id><published>2008-12-08T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:36:17.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Christmas Party 2008</title><content type='html'>So Saturday night was the shop Christmas party at our house.  We had an absolute Ball!    Seems like every year just gets better and better!  We had a wonderful dinner followed by a nasty game of dirty santa.  It was a wonderful party even if the three other party poopers didn't show up!  (You know who you are!) I am blessed to work with a GREAT group of stylists that I wouldn't change for the world.  Well, maybe a couple of you! We had a great year and we are going to do "Just Fine in 09!"  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We had a fantastic, relaxing, enjoyable Thanksgiving dinner in peace.  The next day we went hiking in The National Forest and then went walking through downtown Gatlinburg.  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One of my clients came in tonight and said,"guess what the AVERAGE number of calories one person eats on Thanksgiving is?"  7000!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your calories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-9033324899310835976?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9033324899310835976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=9033324899310835976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/9033324899310835976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/9033324899310835976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3840792318751219059</id><published>2008-11-13T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:23:24.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SRxUdaL7PVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OJC3nuBTZEY/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SRxUdaL7PVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OJC3nuBTZEY/s320/turkey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268178528338918738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's official...for the first time EVER, we are going out of town over Thanksgiving.  I am reluctant to say what has driven me to this point but I will drop a  small hint...family. We always have Thanksgiving at our house and have both my side and Jim's side over.  Up until last year, we suffered through the bickering, lateness, rude comments, arguing, complaining, screaming and food throwing from years past.  Last year we warned everyone in advance that this was unacceptable behavior and we were not going to have this kind of holiday again. So what happened?  NO ONE SPOKE AT ALL.  People this is no exaggeration.  You could actually hear the chewing and the swallowing of the food because it was dead silent.  After the last dish was back in the cabinet last year I told Jim I will NOT do this again.  I cook for two and a half days, spend $200 on dinner, pull out the finest china, napkins, and crystal available, and then can't even have a peaceful dinner. This is not what I want for my immediate family.  So we made a decision this year.  On Wednesday, Nov. 26, we will be leaving for Gatlinburg.  We have rented a cabin in the woods and will be cooking Thanksgiving dinner there.  I put mom and dad in a hotel five miles down the road so they can come eat with us too.  (They have been warned that any bad behavior on their part and they won't be invited next year)  I know this sounds really bad and selfish and I can't help but think this is not how it is supposed to be.  I also feel like I am in self preservation mode and determined to have a wonderful holiday with my kids...what do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3840792318751219059?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3840792318751219059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3840792318751219059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3840792318751219059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3840792318751219059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SRxUdaL7PVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OJC3nuBTZEY/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3299522998949034514</id><published>2008-11-03T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:54:00.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained...</title><content type='html'>Ever had a day when you just felt like you couldn't take one more thing?  That was today...I feel mentally and emotionally drained.  Not sad, not depressed, just tired.  Thank goodness tomorrow is another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3299522998949034514?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3299522998949034514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3299522998949034514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3299522998949034514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3299522998949034514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/drained.html' title='Drained...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1896534251277121625</id><published>2008-10-26T16:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:22:33.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Gliders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SQTTT9Rm2OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vN5_DUhcNng/s1600-h/DSCN0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SQTTT9Rm2OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vN5_DUhcNng/s320/DSCN0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261562604494969058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SQTTGVz-3SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iQdMS-A_RCE/s1600-h/DSCN0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SQTTGVz-3SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iQdMS-A_RCE/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261562370563431714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Gliders &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1896534251277121625?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1896534251277121625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1896534251277121625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1896534251277121625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1896534251277121625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sugar-gliders.html' title='Sugar Gliders'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SQTTT9Rm2OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vN5_DUhcNng/s72-c/DSCN0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2556141386985041619</id><published>2008-10-15T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:05:59.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167492479711&amp;amp;site=widget-df.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167492479711&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/2810246167492479711/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167492479711&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/2810246167492479711/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167492479711&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p4/2810246167492479711/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2556141386985041619?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2556141386985041619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2556141386985041619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2556141386985041619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2556141386985041619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation-pics.html' title='Vacation Pics!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8899061387079568653</id><published>2008-10-15T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:35:43.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SPVyJRaJHwI/AAAAAAAAADs/uaq_MZr3PaE/s1600-h/DSCN0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SPVyJRaJHwI/AAAAAAAAADs/uaq_MZr3PaE/s320/DSCN0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257233643642363650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bubby!  Today my husband turns 37 years OLD!  I would just like to take a moment to pay tribute to a wonderful man.  Jim and I have grown up together our whole life.  We have been together for 24 years now.  I have watched him grow into a loving, responsible, mild mannered man of God.  He is a fantastic father and loves his girls very much.  He is an awesome husband to me and a tremendous partner in this life.  When I used to day dream of what the perfect man would be, I would have never guessed it could be this good.  Happy Birthday Baby!  I love You!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8899061387079568653?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8899061387079568653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8899061387079568653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8899061387079568653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8899061387079568653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SPVyJRaJHwI/AAAAAAAAADs/uaq_MZr3PaE/s72-c/DSCN0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5049647875690745502</id><published>2008-10-10T23:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:45:38.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents house</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning at 6:08 am, my parents house was broken into.  There are no words to describe the damage that was done.  They stole nothing but destroyed everything.  Detectives said if anyone had been home, they probably would have been killed.  This was done with such rage and violence that it even shocked the police.  They kept asking if my parents had any enemies.  Everything that they had and worked so hard for is gone.  The police responded in 11 minutes to this call.  When you see the damage, it doesn't seem possible.  There was quite a bit of blood splattered all over the walls, doors, bed covers and floors.  One guy has already been arrested and charged.  There are more but he isn't talking yet.  What is my ridiculous miracle?  That my parents weren't home.  They are in Florida teaching the Word of God.  Their life has been spared.  All things will work together for good...&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791340335391&amp;amp;site=widget-1f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791340335391&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p1/2522015791340335391/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791340335391&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p2/2522015791340335391/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791340335391&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p4/2522015791340335391/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5049647875690745502?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5049647875690745502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5049647875690745502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5049647875690745502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5049647875690745502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-parents-house.html' title='My Parents house'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2010893927663607642</id><published>2008-09-29T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:12:20.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>We leave tomorrow for Florida!  We will be gone eight days and I cannot wait to be sitting on the beach!  I will keep in touch through twitter too.  Hold down the fort and we will see you next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2010893927663607642?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2010893927663607642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2010893927663607642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2010893927663607642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2010893927663607642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation.html' title='VACATION'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3104299559163169786</id><published>2008-09-27T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:19:01.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>So Jim and I and some friends (Alicia &amp;amp; Ivan Nunez &amp;amp; Julie &amp;amp; Mike Hook) went to see the movie Fireproof tonight.  If you are married, have ever been married, ever plan on getting married or need to learn about relationships, you MUST see this movie.  I will admit that some of the acting at times may have been a little cheesy but the over all message was awesome! Jim and I have been married for almost 18 years and at the beginning, it was BAD!  I tell people who are in the same situation our whole testimony because it was really aweful.  I don't think you would know that by how we are today.  Let's put it this way - Lazarus rising from the dead after four days is nothing compared to what God did with us.  So much violence and hatred...seems like a lifetime ago.  We actually even got divorced.  All things were final and we had moved on.  There was no way we would be a family.  Long story short...we've been married 18 years in December, God is good, we are happier than we have ever been, and our family is whole.  Go see this movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3104299559163169786?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3104299559163169786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3104299559163169786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3104299559163169786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3104299559163169786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1746151977228623799</id><published>2008-09-24T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:18:37.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mid-week service</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh...church was OFF THE HOOK tonight!!!  I know, I know -your thinking mid week services are not usually where you leave completely pumped and ready.  All I have to say is - then you have never been to New Vision!! I'm telling you that in the next couple of months big things are going to be happening to me, my family, my business, my church, my friends, and yes, even my enemies!  I am ready to be turned upside down and inside out.  I am ready to live life to the fullest and experience the unexpected.  I'm ready to spread contagious joy to everyone I know.  I'm ready to change my whole outlook on life.  I'm ready to shock the unshockable and love the unloveable.  I'm ready to be a force to be reckoned with.  I'm ready to look in the mirror and not even recognize myself. I'm ready to shake my family up from the inside out.  I'm ready...I'm ready...I'm ready...and just think...this was just a Wednesday night service...wait til sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1746151977228623799?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1746151977228623799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1746151977228623799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1746151977228623799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1746151977228623799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-week-service.html' title='mid-week service'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6289869036734604383</id><published>2008-09-22T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:54:36.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About a week</title><content type='html'>Well we have about a week left before we go.  I'm really excited and dreading the drive all at the same time. Have a lot to get done before next Tuesday and a lot of work too.  If you are a client and reading this...better get in this week!  We need a good rest and some family time.  I'm trying to figure out how to send twitter pictures before I go but I'm not there yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6289869036734604383?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6289869036734604383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6289869036734604383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6289869036734604383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6289869036734604383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-week.html' title='About a week'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8943575494728374768</id><published>2008-09-20T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:47:10.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>This week cannot end soon enough.  You know how you start feeling around the time you're going on vacation.  I want to hurry up and get it all done so I can go.  10 days left!!!  I have been pretty slow this week.  Alot of people canceled because of the wind storm last Sunday.  They either don't have power or they are home with their kids 24/7 because of school being canceled.  Ready to get back on schedule because I need some money for vacation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8943575494728374768?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8943575494728374768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8943575494728374768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8943575494728374768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8943575494728374768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-week.html' title='this week'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3059907738483774779</id><published>2008-09-17T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:33:10.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SNEjLFu-gmI/AAAAAAAAADk/GN2YCYEzzMo/s1600-h/Beach150Arr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SNEjLFu-gmI/AAAAAAAAADk/GN2YCYEzzMo/s320/Beach150Arr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247013714288083554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days left!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3059907738483774779?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3059907738483774779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3059907738483774779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3059907738483774779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3059907738483774779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-is-coming.html' title='Vacation is coming!!!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SNEjLFu-gmI/AAAAAAAAADk/GN2YCYEzzMo/s72-c/Beach150Arr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2590713196517460848</id><published>2008-09-15T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:16:49.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Grateful!</title><content type='html'>Something about this time of year makes me stop in my tracks and take a look around.  The crisp air, the smell of wood burning, the leaves beginning to change...all of it.  It is no secret that fall is my favorite time of year. I love every aspect of it.  This year I have learned a WHOLE lot too.  We have had some major rifts in our family this year.  (Not immediate family)  People who we thought we were very close too and who "had our backs", are pretty much gone.  We also realized how important our church family is.  Isn't it amazing that the people you end up being the closest to are not even related?  I have always been the type of person who is very cautious when developing friendships.  I have always had an issue with trust and with loyalty.  That's why when I finally call someone friend, it is a huge deal to me.  Don't get me wrong, I have tons of acquaintances.  But the people who I actually chose to let into my life and my heart are few and far between.  I had been cultivating a friendship with my sister-in-law for over 13 years.  I felt that we were very close and would be there for each other no matter what.  When that friendship fell apart this year, I thought that I would completely shut down and not let anybody else in - ever!  But that is not the way it happened.  If you love people unconditionally and allow yourself to be vulnerable to them, you run the risk of being hurt.  If you don't, you never have the opportunity to develop a close bond with anybody.  This is where I had put myself for so long.  Yes you are protected in your little box and no one can hurt you or back stab you.  You are also alone in your little box.  I am making a choice to love differently.  I am chosing to put myself out there.  The strange part is, I would never had chosen to "let down my walls" if this had not happened to me.  So while it was painful to go through,  the outcome will be  worth it. Growing pains hurt, but allowing hurtful things to change you for the better is what it's all about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2590713196517460848?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2590713196517460848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2590713196517460848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2590713196517460848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2590713196517460848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-grateful.html' title='So Grateful!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-9056886480595315471</id><published>2008-09-11T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:15:02.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>Only 19 days left and I will be on the beach!!!!  A much deserved vacation awaits me on the warm, sunny beaches of Florida.  Me and 3 members of my immediate family will be traveling by car to Indian Rocks Beach where we will sit, stare, and do nothing.  I don't care if the salon burns down while I'm gone...I will deal with it when I get home!!!!!  The count down begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-9056886480595315471?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9056886480595315471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=9056886480595315471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/9056886480595315471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/9056886480595315471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/19-days.html' title='19 Days!!!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4501750001423649479</id><published>2008-09-09T15:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:28:56.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Theft</title><content type='html'>So I get the mail today and I get a letter from the mortgage company we used with our last rental house that sold in October.  Come to find out one of their employees had been selling personal information off of the applications.  The letter goes on and on about how sorry they are and how they will allow us to monitor our credit report free for two years...blah, blah, blah...then I turned the page.  The title?  PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE YOU MAY WANT TO TAKE TO KEEP FROM BECOMING A VICTIM.  This goes on to explain how I need to be careful with my mailbox, don't write your SS# on checks, don't give out information over the phone, report lost or stolen credit cards, and destroy and shred all personal papers.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  I didn't screw up, you did!!!  You're going to lecture me about what not to do when you're the one who was careless with my information?  Unbelievable.  I seem to have made it 35 years without being a victim...until I did business with you!  (By the way - our credit report was clean)  But still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4501750001423649479?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4501750001423649479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4501750001423649479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4501750001423649479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4501750001423649479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/identity-theft.html' title='Identity Theft'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-878243846834686794</id><published>2008-09-05T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:50:31.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is not a baby anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SMAC3BhoP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/3lE6bXvTX2I/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SMAC3BhoP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/3lE6bXvTX2I/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242193110584803250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jessi!!!  My baby turns 13 today.  Jessica Tonette Arnold entered the world a little past 8 in the morning on September 5, 1995.  She was such an easy, happy baby...alot has changed!  LOL!!  She is absolutely the most artistic, creative, funny, different, and caring person I know.  I love you Baby - Have a Happy Birthday today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-878243846834686794?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/878243846834686794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=878243846834686794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/878243846834686794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/878243846834686794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-is-not-baby-anymore.html' title='My baby is not a baby anymore!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SMAC3BhoP7I/AAAAAAAAADc/3lE6bXvTX2I/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7828873356672359371</id><published>2008-08-31T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:57:35.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>I turned 35 today...I don't want to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7828873356672359371?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7828873356672359371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7828873356672359371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7828873356672359371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7828873356672359371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3516772193550717584</id><published>2008-08-24T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:29:22.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't always understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SLIl9m-PtTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Skp3wm-wWI8/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SLIl9m-PtTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Skp3wm-wWI8/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291056949179698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last year at Christmas I showed you the pictures from our work Christmas party at my house.  This was one of them.  The lady to the right is Martena and she works for me at the shop.  The man in the middle is her husband Gary.  He just turned 60 not too long ago and is a wonderful, funny, compassionate man who "puts up" with all the women in his life.  A few weeks ago he was forgetting a couple of things and decided to go to the doctor.  Nobody thought much of it because he LOVES going to the doctor.  He was just diagnosed with two malignant brain tumors and has not been given very long.  It has already completely changed his personality and his memory.  The doctors say there is nothing they can do.  The family needs some major peace right now.  They are saved and attend Highview Baptist church.  Please Pray!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3516772193550717584?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3516772193550717584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3516772193550717584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3516772193550717584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3516772193550717584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-dont-always-understand.html' title='We don&apos;t always understand'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SLIl9m-PtTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Skp3wm-wWI8/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-904041744107580314</id><published>2008-07-28T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:56:39.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I have been able to blog.  During the weeks we have been home I have been working 10 and 12 hour days and weekends we have been in Carollton Kentucky.  Not much has really been going on except that.  We will be leaving town again this weekend but it will be the last trip for a couple of weeks.  It's time to get the kids back in school and to get back to a regular schedule.  It's been a year since Jim and I have been in the Salon together and while things have been going really well, we had to sit down and re-evaluate our schedule.  Obviously going down to one income was a huge sacrifice financially but it has turned out to be a pretty big one in other ways too.  To save money at the shop, we had cut our cleaning crew and Jim took that over as well.  Well since we are open 6 days a week, that put our only cleaning day on Sunday. It takes all four of us at least five hours and just the two of us about 8 hours to clean.   We were really excited about church on Saturday night but that didn't last too long.  (Totally understand...who can keep up with that action packed weekend?)  Anyway, outside of special meeting here and there and keeping the girls plugged in church on Wednesday night, Jim and I haven't been.  So, Jim has applied for several jobs online and hopefully in the next few weeks we hear something.  We will be able to come to church on Sundays as a family again and get some normal scheduling back in our life.  (As normal as a possible anyway)  One job he applied for will be working him every other Saturday as well as  during the week so we would be able to stay home on that weekend.  That will still give us out of town time too.  I only thought about the financial end of this when we decided to do this.  Didn't take into account anything else.  Doesn't take long to realize how important your church family is...See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-904041744107580314?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/904041744107580314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=904041744107580314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/904041744107580314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/904041744107580314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1974173125140279883</id><published>2008-07-08T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:49:50.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><content type='html'>Somehow time has figured out how to go by faster I think.  Either that or I am just moving a whole lot slower.  Maybe it's both.  I literally feel like I am running in circles.  Between work, the girls, traveling, and the house, I am meeting myself coming and going.  As soon as we get back in town it's non-stop!  We literally walked in the door at 11 tonight and I just now am getting ready for bed.  Jim and I did have the opportunity to have dinner alone at Outback tonight so I guess I really shouldn't complain.  As much as I want to pull my hair out sometimes, (this would be a great look for a hair dresser wouldn't it?) I guess I wouldn't change it for the world.  Grateful in the little things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1974173125140279883?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1974173125140279883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1974173125140279883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1974173125140279883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1974173125140279883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-time.html' title='No Time'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-952147367539374633</id><published>2008-07-02T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:55:57.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Client story...</title><content type='html'>Where to begin.  Been awhile since I have blogged.  Been extremely busy.  We got back in town Monday night and are heading out again in the morning until this Monday.  I have definitely needed it after the past few weeks.  I usually try not to tell specific stories about clients because you really never know who is reading.  I'm going to tell one though because I just have to get it off my chest...So last week I'm at work and I have got clients booked out the wazoo.  This older lady walks in the salon and the expression on her face looks like she has been drinking pickle juice for breakfast.  (Trying to give you a visual here)  She has maybe 6 hairs on the top of her head and they are all snow white.  This is how it all went down...&lt;br /&gt;    Me - Hi.  Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;    Her - I need Martha. &lt;br /&gt;    (Martha works for me and happens to be off on Tuesdays)&lt;br /&gt;    Me - Martha isn't here on Tuesdays but I can give you her card and you can call her and book                 an appointment with her.              &lt;br /&gt;    Her - I need my hair done right now.  I don't book appointments because my schedule and&lt;br /&gt;                    my time is way too important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'm thinking...didn't you retire about 20 years ago?...and my time isn't important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me - Are you a regular client of hers?  Once you have been in and seen one person, we like to&lt;br /&gt;                    keep you with the same stylist.&lt;br /&gt;    Her - I've only been to her once and I need my hair done right now. &lt;br /&gt;    Me - Ok.  I will work you in.  You can come on over and have a seat at the shampoo bowl.&lt;br /&gt;                (I had that feeling.   You know - the one where you think I know this is  a bad idea.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I deal with older clients every day and I love them dearly.  Most of them anyway.  I know that they move a little slower and you have to be a little more patient with them.  I pride myself in being able to cater to their needs....well I used to I mean.  She took every bit of five minutes to get to the bowl.  It's not that she was moving slow...it's that she was taking her time even though she knew I was slammed and working her in.  I'm thinking...it's ok Jen...take a deep breath.  She sits down at the bowl and starts digging in her purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - You have to use this shampoo...I don't want you to use any of your crap.&lt;br /&gt;                    (She pulls out a bottle of Suave Clarifying shampoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I take another deep breath.  I despise over the counter products.  Much less ones that strip your hair and make my job harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me - You want me to use this instead of professional product?&lt;br /&gt;    Her - That's what I just said...didn't you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At this point she is now in full condescending tone and treating me like I am some sort of public servant.  I'm thinking...oh my God, no she didn't. I stay silent.  I start to wet her hair and she sits straight up in the bowl mid stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - I have to have a towel inside my ears.&lt;br /&gt;                    (I got a visual and kind of giggled)&lt;br /&gt;    Me - You mean you need me to get you some cotton for your ears?&lt;br /&gt;    Her - No I don't want any of your cotton.  I need a towel.  Am I supposed to pay extra for&lt;br /&gt;                    another towel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm confused by now and don't even know what she's talking about but I hand her a towel and shampoo in silence.  I suds her up only once because this crap could take the paint off the walls.   As I'm rinsing I take another deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me - So how do you usually have your hair rolled?&lt;br /&gt;    Her - I'll show you when we get over to the mirror so maybe you can catch on the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now I'm pissed.  She takes another five minutes to get back to the chair so I tell her I have to rinse a client of mine who is getting a perm.   She says nothing and proceeds to glare at me and huff and puff like she's put out the whole time I am rinsing my actual client.  (Who, by the way, made herself an appointment six weeks ago)  I'm figuring at this point that the less I say, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - Give me a comb.  ( I hand her the comb)&lt;br /&gt;    Her - Now try to pay attention and follow along while I show you. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I'm now 15 minutes behind and she is going to give me step by step instructions of where each freakin roller goes on her head.  While she's talking I grab the setting lotion, squirt it in my hands, and am ready for her to put the comb down.  She takes forever to show me where are six little hairs are to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - Now, do you think you can understand what I'm saying? &lt;br /&gt;    Me - Uh-huh.  (I start putting the setting lotion on her hair and she jerks away from me)&lt;br /&gt;    Her - What do you think you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;    Me - I think I am putting setting lotion in your hair. (Now I'm getting a little sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;    Her - absolutely not.  No setting lotion and no hair spray.&lt;br /&gt;    Me - You mean to tell me that you want your hair set and you want it to stay a whole week,&lt;br /&gt;                but you don't want anything in it?&lt;br /&gt;    Her - That's what I said.  I had to train Martha in how to do it too.  If you pay attention you&lt;br /&gt;                might be able to get it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is where that little voice in my head started screaming....stab her in the neck with your shears....the dumpster is big enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - You are just going to have to start all over again and wash this garbage out of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is where I save space and you just start back at the top with the first shampoo because it played out the same way.  She even demanded the comb again so she could train me right.  I pull out the rollers and get started.  I reach for the water bottle to dampen her hair because it's so dry from the paint thinner I shampooed her with.  This is where it gets bad.  She slapped my hand out of the way and started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - What are you putting on there?  Didn't you learn your lesson the last time?&lt;br /&gt;    Me - It's water.  It won't hurt you.  Your hair is completely dried out from the shampoo you&lt;br /&gt;                brought in.&lt;br /&gt;    Her - Fine.  Do you think you can remember where I told you to place the rollers. &lt;br /&gt;    Me - I'll try really hard.  (very sarcastic at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I get three rollers in and start parting off for the fourth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - You just hold on there a minute little missy...something doesn't feel right to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She turns herself around to the mirror and grabs the comb off my station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - That last one you put in needs to be turned a quarter of inch to the left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm done.  I lose it.  I grab all three rollers off the top of her head, clips included, and yank straight up.  I get them all in one yank and proceed to throw them across the station in the roller bucket.  While I'm yanking the cape off of her I start to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me - You need to get out of my Salon and take your crappy shampoo with you.  Nobody has&lt;br /&gt;                ever spoken to me like that in Sixteen years and you aren't about to start.  If you know&lt;br /&gt;                so much about hair, take your butt home and do your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Her - Fine.  (She turns to Jim at this point)  How much do I owe her? &lt;br /&gt;    Jim - Nothing.  Just get out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have never had a client that I just absolutely could not deal with before.  I wondered to myself...I wonder how many times you have gone to a restaurant and had your food spit in?  It's been a long time since I have had a client from hell.  She had this air about her.  Like she was better than everybody.  She talked down to me.  Like I was a poor stupid little girl that did hair.  It completely infuriated me.  I think maybe I put up with a whole lot less now that I'm older.  Life is too short.  I'm going on vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hey lady, if you're reading....YOU ARE RUDE and you can't talk to people like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-952147367539374633?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/952147367539374633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=952147367539374633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/952147367539374633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/952147367539374633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/client-story.html' title='Client story...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4130101457387260184</id><published>2008-06-24T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:43:38.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee...</title><content type='html'>Been too busy to blog...still am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4130101457387260184?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4130101457387260184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4130101457387260184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4130101457387260184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4130101457387260184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5271797939554377528</id><published>2008-06-10T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:01:57.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen years ago today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SE8yTpBwEnI/AAAAAAAAACM/8-JTbIKWPrg/s1600-h/2008-06-10-2148-09_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SE8yTpBwEnI/AAAAAAAAACM/8-JTbIKWPrg/s320/2008-06-10-2148-09_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210438606903054962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my baby turned 17.  It's hard to believe that.  I don't really understand where the time went either.  June 10, 1991 at 10:20 am my whole life changed.  After 30 hours of labor and then a C-section, Alexandria Lynn Arnold entered the world.   In that very moment I realized that another human being is completely relying on me.  I also understood what unconditional love was.  I always wanted to be a mom and I wouldn't change it for the world.  I'm very proud of my girls.  Happy Birthday baby.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5271797939554377528?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5271797939554377528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5271797939554377528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5271797939554377528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5271797939554377528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/seventeen-years-ago-today.html' title='Seventeen years ago today...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SE8yTpBwEnI/AAAAAAAAACM/8-JTbIKWPrg/s72-c/2008-06-10-2148-09_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4350004633053200558</id><published>2008-06-03T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:44:40.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before you know it</title><content type='html'>Before you know it, July 4th weekend will be here yet again, and we will be off camping.  We just can't figure out which campground we want to go to.  I have some ideas and so does Jim and then of course the kids have something completely different in mind.  Our goal was to get a golf cart before our next trip but I don't know if that is going to work or not.  Maybe going to an auction in Indianapolis on Friday to possible get one.   Any great camping spots you all know of, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4350004633053200558?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4350004633053200558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4350004633053200558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4350004633053200558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4350004633053200558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-you-know-it.html' title='Before you know it'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6140031140909461683</id><published>2008-05-29T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:13:28.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend we went camping with our neighbors across the street.  There are 4 of us and 2 dogs and there are 5 of them.  We ended up going to Eagle Valley campground in Carrolton Kentucky.  The weather was absolutely beautiful and we had a great time.  The kids went fishing, swimming, biking, and dancing.  Hoping to do it all again (at a different campground) over July 4th.  Camping make you get back in touch with each other as a family.  If you have never done it - try it.  If you haven't gone in a while, go.  Time goes by too fast to not enjoy your children in the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6140031140909461683?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6140031140909461683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6140031140909461683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6140031140909461683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6140031140909461683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonderful-memorial-day.html' title='Wonderful Memorial Day'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-629488148683359040</id><published>2008-05-22T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:23:31.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 50th Blog...50 tidbits about me</title><content type='html'>I will try and go in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1.  I was adopted (really I was...not a joke - people sometimes think I'm lying)&lt;br /&gt;    2.  My earliest childhood memory was when I was 18 months old&lt;br /&gt;    3.  I was paddled in the first grade&lt;br /&gt;    4.  I was attacked by a cat when I was 6 and got 6 stitches&lt;br /&gt;    5.  I stepped on a rusty nail when I was 7 and it went all the way through my foot&lt;br /&gt;    6.  My parents didn't take me to get a tetnas (?) shot&lt;br /&gt;    7.  I fell off my bike when I was 8 and skinned all of the skin off my right leg&lt;br /&gt;    8.  I got my first of many "referrals" in fourth grade&lt;br /&gt;    9.  I went to a private school from 2-11 1/2 grade&lt;br /&gt;    10. I was a brownie and a girl scout&lt;br /&gt;    11.  I always sold the most cookies&lt;br /&gt;    12.  My dad is a preacher (everybody buys cookies from the pk)&lt;br /&gt;    13.  I was a pretty good kid until I turned 11&lt;br /&gt;    14.  I started smoking at 11&lt;br /&gt;    15.  I got in a fight in 7th grade and split a girl's head open&lt;br /&gt;    16.  Jim and I met and were "going together" when I was 11 and he was 13&lt;br /&gt;    17.  I went through a phase for a couple years and only wore black&lt;br /&gt;    18.  I traveled to 6 different countries before I was 15&lt;br /&gt;    19.  My parents bought me a car when I was 15...couldn't even drive yet&lt;br /&gt;    20.  I had an alcohol problem in high school&lt;br /&gt;    21.  I was always considered the bad influence...probably still am&lt;br /&gt;    22.  I made straight A's in high school&lt;br /&gt;    23.  I was Junior and Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;    24.  I have been to 2 proms (neither was my senior prom)&lt;br /&gt;    25.  I had enough high school credits to graduate early&lt;br /&gt;    26.  My last day of school was Dec. 21, 1990...Jim and I got married Dec. 22, 1990&lt;br /&gt;    27.  I was 17 when I got married&lt;br /&gt;    28.  Alex was born June 10, 1991...you do the math&lt;br /&gt;    29.  Alex was not an accident&lt;br /&gt;    30.  I bought my first house at age 18...Jim was 20&lt;br /&gt;    31.  The house burned to the ground one year later...faulty hot water heater&lt;br /&gt;    32.  I have owned 4 houses at one time....stressful&lt;br /&gt;    33.  I have had 2 fender benders and one major accident...major one - not my fault&lt;br /&gt;    34.  I had Jessica when I was 22&lt;br /&gt;    35.  I stopped smoking when I was 27 or 28...(I didn't smoke while pregnant either)&lt;br /&gt;    36.  I was depressed when I hit 25...and 30&lt;br /&gt;    37.  I bought the salon when I was 28&lt;br /&gt;    38.  I did a year of speed school at U of L&lt;br /&gt;    39.  I went to barber school when I was 20&lt;br /&gt;    40.  I went to cosmetology school when I was 27&lt;br /&gt;    41.  I got my Masters in cosmetology when I was 28&lt;br /&gt;    42.  My husband still makes my heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;    43.  I will be completely debt free - house included - before I'm 40&lt;br /&gt;    44.  The last time I was in a bar was my 21st birthday...when it was legal it was no fun&lt;br /&gt;    45.  I got a tattoo when I was 18...it's a tweety bird&lt;br /&gt;    46.  I am told I am very unapproachable and hard to get to know&lt;br /&gt;    47.  I generally don't trust people&lt;br /&gt;    48.  I am a control freak&lt;br /&gt;    49.  I take an hour long bubble bath everyday...my time&lt;br /&gt;    50.  I'm scared of heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Done.  Not in perfect chronological order but it will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-629488148683359040?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/629488148683359040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=629488148683359040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/629488148683359040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/629488148683359040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-50th-blog50-tidbits-about-me.html' title='My 50th Blog...50 tidbits about me'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3826070296666486767</id><published>2008-05-22T00:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:29:50.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions for God</title><content type='html'>I just read the internet story of Steven Curtis Chapman and their family.  My heart grieves for this family.  I can't imagine the pain and sorrow that they are going through tonight.  May God give them the strength they need to make it through this tough time and grant them the peace that they are going to have to have over the next several months.  We need to lift all of them up in prayer especially the brother.  I have always been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and nothing is by accident.  But situations like this are very hard to swallow.  This man, through his music, has touched millions of people for Christ.  The least we can do is lift him up in this terrible hour of need.  Please, take a moment today, and get ahold of God for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2ezbch/20080521/TUNEIN/80521174/1005/ENTERTAINMENT&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3826070296666486767?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3826070296666486767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3826070296666486767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3826070296666486767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3826070296666486767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/questions-for-god.html' title='Questions for God'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8594153655066264967</id><published>2008-05-19T01:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:48:43.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>admittance</title><content type='html'>I have to tell the truth here.  It is 1:40 in the morning and I actually took my Ambien about 2 and a half hours ago.  I probably won't remember this tomorrow as this drug leaves behind horrible amnesia.  Sometimes that actually works to your advantage though.  I took it early tonight because I wanted to get some good rest but then I got all hung up on watching those surgery things on tv. When I worked on computers I used to type 65 words per minute.  I am now typing 120 buy only getting one good sentence out of the whole mess.  This drug should not be legal.  I have been so busy at work I haven't been getting out until at least 9 every night.  So I started my weekend off tired and then got to deal with teenage girl drama.   Jess had a friend spend the night that all of a sudden needed to go home around 2 last night.  Said she didn't feel good.  whatever.  She was doing pretty well at the Fern Creek park playground today.  I am so glad this is the last week of school.  Although I don't understand why they aren't going Tuesday but have to go until Friday.  Democratic primary elections, I know.  We vote Republican - can my kids go?  Anyway - leaving out of town on Friday for Eagle Valley.  Have no idea what that is but should be interesting because we are going with our neighbors.  We'll have a good time.  Just have to get through one more week.  Come on Monday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8594153655066264967?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8594153655066264967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8594153655066264967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8594153655066264967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8594153655066264967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/admittance.html' title='admittance'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1770400419701247628</id><published>2008-05-06T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:39:24.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy!</title><content type='html'>I think spring is officially here since the whole world seems to be getting highlights!  I'm not complaining believe me.  Jim has been on the roof for two days fixing our little problem in the kitchen.  I don't have the heart to make fun of the tan line across his forehead from his hat.  Yes I do.  He he he he he.  Thunderstorms are coming tomorrow so hopefully he did a good job.  He started tearing off the roof yesterday and found two layers of asphalt shingles over the original rusted metal roof.  Underneath that there was 2X4's instead of plywood.  Only in a hundred year old farm house I swear!  He was not happy to say the least.  But it's done now and hopefully we can put off a complete new roof until next year.  That will be when someone finally calls us back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1770400419701247628?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1770400419701247628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1770400419701247628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1770400419701247628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1770400419701247628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8639178147162763067</id><published>2008-05-03T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:41:21.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This will teach you not to complain</title><content type='html'>Came home from a 9 and 1/2 hour day at work yesterday to find a puddle in the middle of the kitchen floor.  I immediately start yelling at the dog and bend over to clean it up.  That's when I realize it didn't come out of the dog...it's coming out of the light fixture in the kitchen.  The roof is leaking.  Just shoot me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8639178147162763067?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8639178147162763067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8639178147162763067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8639178147162763067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8639178147162763067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-will-teach-you-not-to-complain.html' title='This will teach you not to complain'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5502596170818587247</id><published>2008-05-01T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:06:51.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Ever had a day where you were just blah?  Tired - over worked - under paid - fighting with teenagers - crazy clients - husband out of town - dad back in town - Saturday church canceled - gas too high - dogs restless - stress headache - nothing on tv - bad hair day - 20 errands to run - house needs mopping.  What could have possibly topped this day off?  Someone taking a crap all over the bathroom at work and leaving it.  Yea - you read it right.  Walls, floor, toilet - you name it - they crapped on it...........I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5502596170818587247?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5502596170818587247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5502596170818587247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5502596170818587247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5502596170818587247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1672937464621768072</id><published>2008-04-20T23:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:01:58.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP you big red beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SAwSelqd7wI/AAAAAAAAACE/rKTUbyydwH4/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SAwSelqd7wI/AAAAAAAAACE/rKTUbyydwH4/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191544787166949122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SAwR-1qd7uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oKGgy-86DrA/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SAwR-1qd7uI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oKGgy-86DrA/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191544241706102498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here is a little tidbit about myself...I used to be EXTREMELY impulsive.  When I was younger I would make "fly by the seat of my pants" decisions.  I was married and had kids so I can't say that those things made me grow up.  I used to get an idea in my head and that was the end of it.  I did it regardless of the cost, the danger, the studpidity, whatever.  I got married at the age of 17.  I bought my first house when I was 18.  Which, by the way, I only looked at once and put a contract in on it.  Stupid, I know, but you would think I learned my lesson.  No - that is also how I got the next 3 houses.  I was driving through the country one day just enjoying the fresh air and bought a lake house cabin.  I actually told the woman I would take it if she could get all of her stuff out of it that day.  Cars have not been much better...I usually get a wild hair and drive off the lot in something different.  I can't tell you how many times Jim has come home and I've been painting the house in some off the wall color.  (no pun intended)  Impulsive I tell you.  Fearless.  Untouchable.  Driven.  Arrogant.  Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bring all this up?  It's all over a couch.  A couch that I had to have 15 months ago.  You see, the urge struck and there I was at Leather Designs picking which dyed cow butt would be suitable for our butts.  I chose a deep red.  And I couldn't just get the couch either.  Oh no - I had to have a sectional and it had to have an extra seat.  In other words, it had to be way expensive.  $4100 expensive.  But that's ok - because we were going to have it for fifteen years at least and I really really wanted it.  I was going to have the couch.  I ordered it and rushed home to give away my perfectly good leather couch and two recliners.  For the next 35 days we sat in lawn furniture in our living room awaiting the blessed couch.  The day before Thanksgiving 2006, the beautiful red monstrosity was delivered.  It was perfect.  I had measured and matched perfectly.  My home was now complete.&lt;br /&gt;Why the blog then you ask?  It didn't take long before I noticed that anytime I sat on it for more than 20 minutes, my neck would go out of alignment and I would start with a massive headache.  I couldn't tell anyone, especially Jim, because I had won the argument - we got the couch.  I suffered in silence for almost 6 months before he blurted out one night that he hated the couch.  He was trying to lay down and watch tv but the pillow under his head kept sliding on the leather.  Not to mention that, because it was a sectional, there was no place for the sliding to stop.  He would literally work his way, over the course of a couple of hours, all the way around the couch until the other arm rest stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;The couch finally made it's way to Craigs list.  It has been sold and will be leaving our humble abode this coming Sunday.  Now I have to pick a new couch and chair.  This time I seem to be a little gun shy.  What used to come so easy for me is now a horribly difficult decision.  My mind says it's just a couch but the ever constant pain in my neck reminds me of how important this is.  I must replace it with something comfortable and cheap.  Did I mention I only got $1800 out of the couch....I don't want to talk about it.  Another lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1672937464621768072?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1672937464621768072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1672937464621768072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1672937464621768072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1672937464621768072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/rip-you-big-red-beast.html' title='RIP you big red beast'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/SAwSelqd7wI/AAAAAAAAACE/rKTUbyydwH4/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5366469801640144538</id><published>2008-04-18T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:15:29.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I go with Shelly yesterday because she wants to get a tattoo on her neck.  The tattoo shop doesn't open until noon so we meet her early at a restaurant a few doors down.  Jim and I are having lunch but she opts not to eat because she is nervous.  (I can respect that.  I mean who wants to throw up and twitch while I guy has a needle over one of your main arteries.)  Mind you this is not her first tattoo but her THIRD!  It had been about fifteen years since her last one though.  She's too antsy to sit still at the table anymore and decides to go ahead down to the shop and get them going on her artwork.  Her oldest daughter has drawn the most beautiful butterfly for her to use and she has the drawing with her.  I finish lunch and walk down there just in time to spot her with, quite possibly, the freakiest man I have ever seen.  I mean, there are no words.  Now looks are one thing and personality is something completely different.  This guy had neither.  She managed to find the guy that was ADHD, bipolar, alcoholic and very very colorful.  By the time she explains to him what she wants, her nerves are really working.  She sits down in the chair and is waiting for him to set up.  (This usually only takes about five minutes) Apparantly this guy is incapable of setting up and talking at the same time and he talks ALOT!  At least fifteen minutes pass and he is finishing up filling up all the paint containers.  I look down at Shelly and now she is starting to sweat.  All she wants is a tattoo.  She didn't sign up for the freak show!  He puts the needle in the gun and bam - he has a phone call!!!!!!!  He stays on the phone for at least another 10 minutes!  Now I'm just thinking this is bad business skills but clearly this guy is doing good just to bestanding upright.  Did I mention the shaking?  Anyway, after I showed him where to put it on her neck we're off.  He's tattooing and Shelly is remembering what it felt like.  While the pain was not bad, her head is tilted completely over to the side so the skin will be taught.  He is leaning with all his weight on her neck.  Very long story a little shorter, the tattoo turned out beautiful, the pain was not as bad as she remembered, and she has been sore ever since because it strained her muscle.  You can't make this stuff up people!  Just thought I would share her journey...LOVE YA SHELLY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5366469801640144538?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5366469801640144538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5366469801640144538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5366469801640144538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5366469801640144538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1246412651807789101</id><published>2008-04-18T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:25:48.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>earthquake</title><content type='html'>Did everyone survive Thunder Under Louisville?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1246412651807789101?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1246412651807789101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1246412651807789101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1246412651807789101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1246412651807789101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/earthquake.html' title='earthquake'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6247215971806743289</id><published>2008-04-13T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:51:42.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder</title><content type='html'>What makes the top ten list of stupidest things I have ever done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the freezing cold weather, in the rain, for seven hours waiting for fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6247215971806743289?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6247215971806743289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6247215971806743289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6247215971806743289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6247215971806743289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/thunder.html' title='Thunder'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-343465848095517895</id><published>2008-04-10T02:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:29:09.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...I'm it</title><content type='html'>COPY AND PASTE, OLD-SCHOOL. SORRY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;-Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;-At the end of the post, the player then tags people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;Raising a 7 year old and a 2 year old&lt;br /&gt;Trying to survive financially&lt;br /&gt;Attending Deeper Life Christian Center&lt;br /&gt;Full time Worship Leader for a choir of 40 and praise team of 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on my to-do list this week:&lt;br /&gt;(by the way - life would cease to function without a to do list)&lt;br /&gt;Get 3 estimates from metal roofers&lt;br /&gt;Finish Salon remodel and rent out one station&lt;br /&gt;Do something special with each of my kids for Spring break&lt;br /&gt;Finish my current book (The Gift of Fear)&lt;br /&gt;Scrub house from top to bottom and do every stitch of laundry (Completed today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have traveled:&lt;br /&gt;Africa (twice)&lt;br /&gt;Israel&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Virginia&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Illinois&lt;br /&gt;Iowa&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Maryland&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;Missouri&lt;br /&gt;Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;Pay tithes and offerings&lt;br /&gt;Buy the Cinemas for the church&lt;br /&gt;Pay off all my debt&lt;br /&gt;Pay off all my families debt&lt;br /&gt;Pay off all my employees debt&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Make a full time job of hunting out needy people in the grocery stores, restaurants, and Malls and pay for their purchases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink water&lt;br /&gt;I trust no one (been hurt too many times)&lt;br /&gt;Instead of reaching out when I have a problem, I hibernate&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I have a sick sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;I've also been told I'm unapproachable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;My first house with Jim (Literally 650 square feet)&lt;br /&gt;We then bought our first house (1992)&lt;br /&gt;Moved to 8915 Preston Hwy. (2001-huge mistake)&lt;br /&gt;Bought another house in Mt. Washington (2002-an even bigger mistake)&lt;br /&gt;Bought our beautiful old farm house in 2003 (We're here for good - til we're gone for good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;Nationwide Auto Parts&lt;br /&gt;Hardee's (2 days)&lt;br /&gt;World Wide Native Evangelism&lt;br /&gt;Shear Attitude Inc. (Which I own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I want to know more about (a nice way of saying TAG):&lt;br /&gt;Pastor David&lt;br /&gt;Tammy (Dancing it out)&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine Bridgemann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-343465848095517895?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/343465848095517895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=343465848095517895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/343465848095517895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/343465848095517895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagim-it.html' title='Tag...I&apos;m it'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6100154243659589550</id><published>2008-04-09T12:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:13:53.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1369094286728966325&amp;amp;site=widget-b5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1369094286728966325&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b5.slide.com/p1/1369094286728966325/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R_PjsFp0qBI/AAAAAAAAABs/u0-Xypl4YZ4/s320/UGLY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737942604916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was worried about a little pimple this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5706744378700588904?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5706744378700588904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5706744378700588904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5706744378700588904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5706744378700588904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R_PjsFp0qBI/AAAAAAAAABs/u0-Xypl4YZ4/s72-c/UGLY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7795755994332265953</id><published>2008-04-01T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:24:52.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK IS COMING!!!</title><content type='html'>Spring break is so close I can feel it!  We are leaving Friday for 6 days to go camping with the Fam.  Heading down to Cave City, Ky to camp and to tour Mammoth cave.  Also plan on doing Ky Down Under and some other local fun stuff.  Hopefully the weather is beautiful.  I know it's no beach but we wanted to have some bonding time with the girls.  (I'll let you know how that works out)  This is the first trip with the new camper so I'm sure we will have some kinks to work out.  I am just looking forward to getting out of the house and out of the Salon.  I hope everyone has a wonderful spring break and remember to stay safe!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7795755994332265953?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7795755994332265953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7795755994332265953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7795755994332265953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7795755994332265953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break-is-coming.html' title='SPRING BREAK IS COMING!!!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2774065585028158669</id><published>2008-03-25T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:10:16.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to bed</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready for bed and thought I would drop a line to everybody.  We enjoyed Saturday night live so much!  Definitely been an answer to prayer.  We now don't have to sacrifice church!  Anyway - I appreciated all the love and hugs from everybody.  We truly have missed you.  I guess you don't realize how close you have become with people until you haven't seen them for a few weeks.  Thanks for praying and uplifting us during the last couple of months.  It has been tough.  I have another super busy week this week but I least I had today off.  I can handle five days a week anytime but six is painful.  Just grateful for the business honestly.  God said He would bless...I was kind of hoping for the money in the mail, finding money, or money tree.  But I will work for it as long as He gives me strength.  See you all Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2774065585028158669?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2774065585028158669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2774065585028158669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2774065585028158669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2774065585028158669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-to-bed.html' title='Going to bed'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1395872057731510099</id><published>2008-03-22T00:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:11:48.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookout</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a wonderful cookout with our neighbors...David &amp;amp; Marketta.  They invited us over and threw some steaks on the grill.  We had a nice time just hanging out with friends.  It's very late and I have to be at work pretty early tomorrow.   I am completely slammed all day long.  I will probably have just enough time to run in a few minutes after church starts and get a seat.  Coming in work clothes.  Jesus always said to come as you are.   I wonder if He meant covered in bleach, perm solution, and 22 other peoples dna all over ya.  I'm sure He had it in mind too.  Looking forward to seeing everyone tomorrow.  Hope and Pray everyone has a wonderful weekend.  Happy Easter!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1395872057731510099?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1395872057731510099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1395872057731510099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1395872057731510099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1395872057731510099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/cookout.html' title='Cookout'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2892947116720613508</id><published>2008-03-18T02:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:17:43.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ambieninsomnia...</title><content type='html'>Took an Ambien about and hour and ahalf ago.  Still awake.  Having difficulty typing though.  Got a lot on my mind.  Jim and I took a leap of faith on some things a few weeks ago and to be honest, I am scared to death.  We have always been risk takers and impulsive people but we are older now and so are our children.  I would have to say I feel uncomfortable.  Don't get me wrong, I totally know it is a God thing that we were to do but it just makes my knees tremble.  I wish I could share more but due to some of the people involved, I can't.  Just believe with us that we have made the right decision because there is no way to go backwards on this. I fully believe in a faith walk - just different when it's you.  God has never let me down before.  We have always been abundantly blessed in very odd and inexplainable ways.  I expect nothing less this time either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We have been working on a remodel in the Salon because we are adding  a new stylist.  She will make our total of employees 9.  We are also adding an extra station to believe God for another booth renter.  Kind of under the, "if you build it, they will come", impression.  This was my first day off in 2 weeks and it consisted of running to supply stores, lowes, home depot and several other places.  We were gone 9 hours today.  Thank you God for strength.   Tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2892947116720613508?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2892947116720613508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2892947116720613508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2892947116720613508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2892947116720613508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/ambieninsomnia.html' title='ambieninsomnia...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3608426081821484963</id><published>2008-03-14T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:56:58.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>Ichiban rocked tonight!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3608426081821484963?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3608426081821484963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3608426081821484963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3608426081821484963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3608426081821484963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-788071153253319990</id><published>2008-03-12T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:12:19.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old same old</title><content type='html'>Not much to blog about when you do the same thing day in and day out.  Just walked in the door.  Had a long day at work followed by a much dreaded grocery trip to Wal-mart.  I just picked up the kids from church and took home all of the friends.  We haven't been to church in a few weeks because of working so much and I feel so blah.  Just found out that NVMC is starting a Saturday night service at 5 pm!  Now we will be able to go straight after work and get our uplift!  Sundays have been so hard because we have been working six days a week.  It's also our only day off with the kids.  This is an answer to prayer!  Been missing everybody...hope to see ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-788071153253319990?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/788071153253319990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=788071153253319990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/788071153253319990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/788071153253319990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same old same old'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1114253188187258846</id><published>2008-03-10T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:20:03.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatlinburg</title><content type='html'>Last night we got home from a nice long weekend trip to Gatlinburg.  We were going to leave Friday morning but ended up going Thursday night to beat the snow...it worked.  We stayed at Westgate, a nice resort with log cabin style condos.   It had a huge indoor water park in which I nearly drowned on a slide.  (Pictures coming soon) It was a very well deserved quiet long weekend after all the long hours at work.  On my way now to Ratterman funeral home to do a lady who passed away on Saturday.  Nothing like right back to work!  It's ok - spring break is coming up really soon!  That will be a 6 day camping excursion with the whole family.  Brother and sister-in-law and three extra kids included.  Anyway - hope you all enjoyed the snow while we enjoyed the mountains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1114253188187258846?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1114253188187258846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1114253188187258846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1114253188187258846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1114253188187258846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/gatlinburg.html' title='Gatlinburg'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2646945528044689110</id><published>2008-03-01T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:22:40.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally home</title><content type='html'>Just got home from work...had a six day work week from hell this week!  Thank you God for the business but I am exhausted! We met my brother and sister-in-law up the street at the Mexican restaurant.  We had five kids with us. (my 2 and their 3)  I haven't laughed that much in a long time.  Nice to just kick back and relax for a little bit.  Had some pretty strange clients this week.  I better be good because you never know who is reading!  Let's just say it's a good thing I take Ambien at night or I could deal with some nightmares!  Anyway - hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2646945528044689110?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2646945528044689110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2646945528044689110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2646945528044689110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2646945528044689110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-home.html' title='Finally home'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8385122831377124578</id><published>2008-02-28T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:18:03.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop</title><content type='html'>Any more stress today and my head is going to pop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8385122831377124578?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8385122831377124578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8385122831377124578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8385122831377124578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8385122831377124578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/pop.html' title='Pop'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7143854703955683642</id><published>2008-02-26T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:33:47.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>Just walked in the door from work and what a long day it was.  Something about it being gloomy and dreary outside didn't help.  Seemed like the day just drug on and on.  Anyway, thanks to those of you who reached out to Alex and made sure she was doing ok.   It is greatly appreciated.  We are all doing well and trying to move on.  Strangely enough, several parents at the school didn't even seem that upset.  I over heard one saying, "Well, this is just a part of life and these parents need to just get over it."  Oh my gosh are you kidding me?  Don't even get me going cause it won't be pretty.  Hopefully now, though, some good will come out of it and they will get some decent security at the school.  Everything is for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7143854703955683642?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7143854703955683642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7143854703955683642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7143854703955683642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7143854703955683642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3295673474575931851</id><published>2008-02-20T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:02:21.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A gun at Alex's school</title><content type='html'>One week ago tonight I was up late and the whole house was asleep.  I had a vision of a school shooting in which I saw a gunman running down the hall and a girl shot in the head.  She was laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood.  I instantly though of Jessica and felt like the school was possibly Moore.  I think I automatically assumed that Moore was more dangerous and a bigger threat than Fern Creek. (Where Alex goes)  I prayed for a long time.  For the students, for  the faculty, for the staff, for the parents, for the gunman.  By this time it was 1:30 in the morning and I still had a nagging feeling in my gut.  I went  upstairs and woke up Jessica from a deep sleep and told her what I saw.  I questioned her about if she had seen or heard anything at school.  She said no and we prayed together before I headed to bed and woke up Jim.  I explained everything to him and we prayed together and agreed that he would talk and pray with the girls in the morning before he took them to school.  (This would be Valentine's Day).  I text messaged both the girls from home later that day just to say I love you.  Thursday afternoon after they had been picked up from school safely I felt better but not "released" from the burden.  I thought and prayed about it a few more times over the weekend as well.  Apparently my vision was a tad bit off...the daughter was Alex....the school was Fern Creek....the day was today....but the outcome was changed.  Thank you God for divine visions and protection.  Prayer works.  I still don't have all the words to vent.  Just grateful.  The Bible says, "My sheep know my voice."  I thank God I recognized the voice and did something about it.  I think the whole family will go through an emotional healing.   He controls what we can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3295673474575931851?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3295673474575931851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3295673474575931851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3295673474575931851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3295673474575931851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/gun-at-alexs-school.html' title='A gun at Alex&apos;s school'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8347385784812872186</id><published>2008-02-18T16:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:16:41.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the simple things</title><content type='html'>I have taken a weekend to focus on the simple things.  Coming back to the easiness of salvation, the simplicity of family life, and the beauty of true friendship.  Why do we make things more difficult than they really are?  No more for me.  Face value.  True sincerity.  Faith, hope, and love.  Tired of the shallow.  Wrong motives.  Time to be who you say you are.  No expectations.  Being and doing to one who you would be or do to another.  Just some of my daily ramblings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8347385784812872186?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8347385784812872186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8347385784812872186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8347385784812872186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8347385784812872186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-simple-things.html' title='It&apos;s the simple things'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7741624924889263432</id><published>2008-02-14T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:47:10.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone out there has a great Valentines - hope it is all you want it to be.  Jim and I don't celebrate it.  If you truly love someone, everyday should be Valentines.  It's sick, I know.  Believe me when I say we used to not feel this way!  Time, God, patience and understanding has brought us to where we are today.  Truly learning about what love is supposed to be through 1 Cor. 13 and putting it into practice in our marriage has gotten us here.  One person plus one person equals conflict.  One person plus one person plus God equals conflict anyway.  It's just all in how you choose to deal with the conflict.  Love the one you're with...If you're not with anyone, love God and use that time for Him.  If you do find someone, He's going to be a third of the relationship anyway - might as well get that relationship down pat first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7741624924889263432?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7741624924889263432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7741624924889263432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7741624924889263432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7741624924889263432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-961803214659603072</id><published>2008-02-12T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:06:29.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>So nice to have a snow day where nobody has to go anywhere.  It was so pretty too.  Now tomorrow everyone will be messed up thinking it is Monday again!  Something about snow days just make you feel like a kid again!  Hope you enjoyed yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-961803214659603072?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/961803214659603072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=961803214659603072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/961803214659603072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/961803214659603072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8309458432668424040</id><published>2008-02-10T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:04:44.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>January and February are known to be slow months in the Salon industry.  I thank God that people are not my source.  Yesterday I was busier than I have ever been in my whole life.  I am just extremely grateful and appreciative of all that God has given me.  I am truly blessed.  If you acknowledge God in all that you do, He will cause your hands to prosper.  When the economy is bad, you prosper.  When there is no money in the bank, you prosper.  When everyone else is slow, you prosper.  When the bills are rolling in, you prosper.  Your outcome is not determined by the world.  Neither is your income....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8309458432668424040?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8309458432668424040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8309458432668424040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8309458432668424040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8309458432668424040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5349681024728399390</id><published>2008-02-06T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:01:11.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick...</title><content type='html'>So I am getting ready for work yesterday - I feel fantastic.  I got in the shower - felt fantastic.  I get out of the shower - and start throwing up.  This lasts all day until around three in the morning.  What is up with that???  Haven't heard of anything going around and nobody in the house has been sick.  I NEVER get sick and there is nothing worse to me than throwing up.  I would start to feel a little better and then the next wave of dizziness and nausea would hit.  So the tornado sirens start going off last night and we are busy throwing kids and dogs down into the dungeon and all I can think in my mind is ,"Please don't let me puke in the basement."  Stupid.  Feel much better today but am completely caught off guard by all of it.  Oh well at least it is over with now.  Hope everybody survived the storm last night with no damage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5349681024728399390?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5349681024728399390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5349681024728399390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5349681024728399390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5349681024728399390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-sick.html' title='So sick...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5826775985265219317</id><published>2008-01-27T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:35:32.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>www.God.com</title><content type='html'>Ever had a day where you just feel blah?  Inadequate, unable to keep up, left behind, less than, failure, never good enough, cranky, unsettled, irritated, bothered, agitated and foul?  You know - blah.  That is today. I went to the computer and typed www.god.com.  Like I am searching for Him.  It came up "server not found."  Well there you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5826775985265219317?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5826775985265219317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5826775985265219317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5826775985265219317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5826775985265219317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/wwwgodcom.html' title='www.God.com'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2170046202077419554</id><published>2008-01-25T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:38:14.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready</title><content type='html'>I have one day left at work but I am already  READY FOR THE WEEKEND!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2170046202077419554?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2170046202077419554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2170046202077419554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2170046202077419554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2170046202077419554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/ready.html' title='Ready'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7146270012160688411</id><published>2008-01-24T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:19:43.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you look back on your own past, your memory seems to block out the really bad parts and you remember "good times" growing up?  It isn't until something jogs your memory that you remember the sometimes very dark and horrible days that would leave you upset and crying.  My daughter came home today extremely upset and distraught.  In between sobs I got the full story and of course it is boy related.  The flip side of this one is, she is the one thinking of breaking things off.  I had a walk down heart break memory lane as she told her story to me.  I forgot how hard it is to grow up.  I think the pain is even worse when you see your children going through it.  I got married very young and had children soon after that.  The whole time I was raising my girls I would hear people say, "just wait until they become teenagers."  I guess on a sub-conscious level I began worrying about this time in their lives.  I can honestly say that I have really enjoyed my girls.  This teenager thing is not hard.  They just need someone to talk to on their level.  Someone that relates to them and guides them gently but firmly in the right direction.  They don't always do what we want them to do and sometimes they mess up, but you love them, pick them up, and put them back on track.  Tonight has been one of the hardest moments so far.  Just wanting to jump in a fix everything and make it ok.  Make the very real pain she feels go away.  I think it is an insult to teens when you say, you're young - you just don't understand yet.  They do understand that what they feel hurts.  How much more real does it get than that?  They just need to be reminded that this won't last forever.  The pain will pass.  I know that Jesus going to the cross for us was hard.  But how much worse was it for God to not intervene, fix it, and take away the pain?  As a parent, I can't even wrap my mind around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7146270012160688411?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7146270012160688411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7146270012160688411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7146270012160688411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7146270012160688411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3006686608252088890</id><published>2008-01-18T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:01:59.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a new car!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R5Fo8RptTWI/AAAAAAAAABk/tnwKoHbR6SI/s1600-h/prius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R5Fo8RptTWI/AAAAAAAAABk/tnwKoHbR6SI/s320/prius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018433055706466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we were out and about for a little while before we had to go to work and we were complaining about gas prices. (again) Before I knew it, we were at a Toyota dealership looking at the new Prius Hybrid.  We test drove the car and I was sold.  Say hello to my 2008 gas saver.  It gets 48 miles per gallon.  Not to mention the Navigation system, back up camera, leather, all power everything and a whole bunch of buttons I haven't figured out yet!  Feels good to go Green!  Cute too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3006686608252088890?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3006686608252088890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3006686608252088890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3006686608252088890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3006686608252088890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-new-car.html' title='I got a new car!!!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R5Fo8RptTWI/AAAAAAAAABk/tnwKoHbR6SI/s72-c/prius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8552730449362556046</id><published>2008-01-15T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:36:32.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 minute ministry</title><content type='html'>I remember a time a few years ago when Jim and I had a conversation about ministry.  Being a Pastor's kid, I grew up my whole life hearing how I would have this big great ministry all around the world.  When I was younger we traveled to many foreign countries and sang and taught the Word. (many times with interpreters)  As I got older and had my own children, I saw mothers leaving their children at home with other people to go and minister all over the country and the world.  This bothered me tremendously.  I can remember wanting to be a mom when I was a little girl.  When I made the decision to become a wife and a mother, that took precedence over everything else in my life. (Except God of course)  Then I began to notice something.  When I went into churches where no one knew me, the prophecies given to me were different than that of what I had heard growing up.  I learned that prophecy is a guide line for us to view.  We can submit or be stubborn.  A prophecy should confirm to you what God has already spoken in your heart.  Because I refused to travel and leave my children at home to do meetings, I was not considered to be "in the ministry."  When Jim and I were discussing it a few years ago, I expressed to him how it made me feel.  I didn't want to miss my calling in this life but at the same point in time, I made a choice to raise my children and be a wife to my husband.  I had difficulty seeing how you could effectively do both.  When I poured my heart out to Jim about it, he looked at me very confused.  He said "what do you mean you don't have a ministry?   You get to lay your hands on somebody new every fifteen minutes when they come into the salon."  That is when it dawned on me.  Sometimes we can be so busy waiting for our ministry to come around, that we actually miss our ministry.  My ministry consists of counseling, advice, praying, listening, and pointing people into the direction of God.  I'm so grateful for this insight.  If I didn't have it, I may have gone my whole life thinking I did nothing with my "Calling."  Take the time to find your ministry in your everyday.  It could take just 15 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8552730449362556046?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8552730449362556046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8552730449362556046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8552730449362556046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8552730449362556046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/15-minute-ministry.html' title='15 minute ministry'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6485618354574950367</id><published>2008-01-11T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:48:04.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    I hate this weather....bring on Spring!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6485618354574950367?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6485618354574950367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6485618354574950367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6485618354574950367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6485618354574950367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/ready-for-spring.html' title='Ready for Spring'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8396602586360150909</id><published>2008-01-10T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:14:15.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing Ink</title><content type='html'>I have been in seclusion for several days getting year end taxes ready for the accountant.  Both business taxes and personal are ready to be dropped off.  I've probably gone through at least a thousand receipts over the past couple of days.  I noticed something odd too.  How come some places print their receipts with "disappearing ink"?  Some of mine look like plain white strips of paper.  All of the ink is literally gone from them.  So here's my question - if I get audited, how am I supposed to prove where those are from?  Better yet - maybe everybody should use this magic ink and auditing should go away completely!  I have to admit that I am terrified of the IRS.  It's probably an irrational fear but tell that to my nerves.  I got an audit on my business unemployment tax about 3 years ago.  The reason why I was "red flagged" is because I habitually over paid them.  Who knew?  Needless to say, I don't do our taxes anymore.  I hate them.  Here's a political nugget to chew on...wouldn't it be nice if health insurance was included in your taxes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8396602586360150909?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8396602586360150909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8396602586360150909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8396602586360150909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8396602586360150909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/disappearing-ink.html' title='Disappearing Ink'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-7556441460558717538</id><published>2008-01-05T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:55:53.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point?</title><content type='html'>Ok- I'm just going to put this out there.  Christian people who act like everything is wonderful all the time, get on my nerves.  Get real.  It really makes me mad when they act like you are not "spiritual enough" to get it too.  Are you kidding me?  First of all - if you have to go around announcing how spiritual you are, maybe you are trying to convince yourself.  Secondly - we are all created equal.  So if I can have bad days, so can you.  These kinds of people are everywhere too. I have traveled all over the world and there is always one.  (at least) Africa, Israel, Greece, Australia, England...you name it, they are there.  Do they not realize that all they are doing is alienating people from truth?  There is a difference between religion and relationship.  I don't want any religion in me.  I don't want to go through the motions because that is what I have been taught.  I don't want to walk through life with some stupid smile plastered on my face like I am impervious to pain.  Sometimes life is hard.  Sometimes it is great.  Our relationship with God should be real.   It takes work and it takes communication.  He knows what we are really feeling anyway.  We're fooling ourselves if we think that we can pull one over on Him. I take comfort in knowing that at the end of a  hard day, He is always there to take me in and make me feel safe.  Strip me of all religion and give me relationship anyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-7556441460558717538?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7556441460558717538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=7556441460558717538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7556441460558717538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/7556441460558717538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6027367356862690975</id><published>2008-01-02T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:55:01.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day off</title><content type='html'>So today is my last day off from all the holiday mess and I can honestly say that I am glad it is all over.  I'm broke, exhausted, irritated and generally foul.  I had so much catching up to do today it wasn't even funny.  I had bought Jessica a pair of shoes for Christmas and, of course, they didn't fit.  So I took them back and have been putting off taking her shoe shopping with me.  (All moms know why)  She was literally about  to walk out of her shoes.  The ring toe and little toe were both escaping from the sides!  Bad mother, I know - she told me all about it.  I have been everywhere today.  Two hair supply houses for the shop, Wal-Mart - because Jim will die without oatmeal, Target - because I had a gift card and Jessica informed me that is like shopping for free, Mall St. Matthews - because I thought that's where the Sears was, Oxmoor - cause that's where the Sears actually is, Tae Kwon do - because Jess starts that tomorrow, Mom &amp;amp; Dad's - cause they can never figure out how to work their furnace, Wal-greens - cause without Ambien, I don't sleep, Moab off road - I'm not real sure why Jim wanted to stop there but I'm sure it's going to cost alot, El Nopal - cause who is going to cook after all that?  Sounds like a nice relaxing day off huh?  Needless to say, we just walked in the door.  So much for church - So much for resting before going back to work.  They only thing that can top today is getting my taxes ready this weekend to drop at the CPA....Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6027367356862690975?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6027367356862690975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6027367356862690975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6027367356862690975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6027367356862690975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day-off.html' title='Last day off'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-5498476421947775452</id><published>2007-12-29T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:29:19.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Bash!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;  Just a reminder to everyone out there reading me - we are having a New year's eve party at our house Monday night from about 8 until whenever everyone leaves...Last year was 330.  Anyway, just bring your favorite appetizer dish or finger food and maybe even a game.  Just to warn you, there will also be karoke for those of you who are tone deaf!!!! If you need directions, email me directly and I'll get them to you.  Haircrazy1@insightbb.com.   Let's bring in the New Year right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-5498476421947775452?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5498476421947775452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=5498476421947775452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5498476421947775452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/5498476421947775452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve-bash.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Bash!!!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-3188320741228301283</id><published>2007-12-25T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:11:06.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Hope and pray everyone has a safe, happy and blessed Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-3188320741228301283?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3188320741228301283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=3188320741228301283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3188320741228301283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/3188320741228301283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6958476534522061163</id><published>2007-12-22T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:01:59.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R21oGhptTVI/AAAAAAAAABc/JqWJDwGQA6I/s1600-h/2007-12-22-1430-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R21oGhptTVI/AAAAAAAAABc/JqWJDwGQA6I/s320/2007-12-22-1430-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146884410476154194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 17 year anniversary!  On one hand it seems like the time has just flown by.  Then on the other, it seems like an eternity.  Seventeen years and two children later I am still grateful that I have a wonderful, loving and understanding husband who just happens to double as my best friend.  Happy Anniversary Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought everyone would get a kick out of the picture from yesteryear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6958476534522061163?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6958476534522061163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6958476534522061163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6958476534522061163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6958476534522061163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skN7wqEDYMw/R21oGhptTVI/AAAAAAAAABc/JqWJDwGQA6I/s72-c/2007-12-22-1430-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2996814293754452866</id><published>2007-12-21T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:35:36.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays from our crazy family to yours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'PrimaSans BT,Verdana,sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/view/jki0pJlHuRc5Fsv0DpqUPYN3" target="l"&gt;http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/view/jki0pJlHuRc5Fsv0DpqUPYN3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2996814293754452866?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2996814293754452866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2996814293754452866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2996814293754452866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2996814293754452866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-1228156169738276833</id><published>2007-12-19T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:01:05.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What it's all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I CORINTHIANS 13 - A CHRISTMAS VERSION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;not show love to my family, I'm just another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;decorator. If I slave away in the kitchen, baking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b r=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but do not show love to my family, I'm just another&lt;br /&gt;cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing&lt;br /&gt;home and give all that I have to charity, but do not&lt;br /&gt;show love to my family, it profits me nothing. If I&lt;br /&gt;trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted&lt;br /&gt;snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and&lt;br /&gt;sing in the choir's cantata but do not focus on&lt;br /&gt;Christ, I have missed the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets&lt;br /&gt;aside the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is&lt;br /&gt;kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn't envy&lt;br /&gt;another's home that has coordinated Christmas china&lt;br /&gt;and table linens. Love doesn't yell at the kids to get&lt;br /&gt;out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be&lt;br /&gt;in the way. Love doesn't give only to those who are&lt;br /&gt;able to give in return but rejoices in giving to&lt;br /&gt;those who can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all&lt;br /&gt;things, endures all things. Love never fails. Video&lt;br /&gt;games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf&lt;br /&gt;clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will&lt;br /&gt;endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and lots of love to you and yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-1228156169738276833?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1228156169738276833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=1228156169738276833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1228156169738276833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/1228156169738276833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-its-all-about.html' title='What it&apos;s all about'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-2899310170171417373</id><published>2007-12-18T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:49:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Ball</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the NVMC Winter Ball for the Youth.  When I got to looking over the pictures tonight, I can't believe how big the kids are getting.  Makes me feel so old.  Seems like yesterday...blah blah blah - now I sound like an 80 year old lady!  A picture is worth a thousand words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1224979098656425456&amp;amp;site=widget-f0.slide.com" style="width:350px;height:262px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098656425456&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p1/1224979098656425456/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098656425456&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p2/1224979098656425456/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-2899310170171417373?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2899310170171417373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=2899310170171417373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2899310170171417373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/2899310170171417373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-ball.html' title='Winter Ball'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-244169632450015706</id><published>2007-12-15T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:35:35.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Christmas Party 07</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our annual Christmas Party for work.  I have to say that I have the absolute best employees!  They are hard working, respectful, a lot of fun, and  THE BEST HAIRDRESSERS IN THE WHOLE WORLD!  We all piled up at my house and had tons of food and a vicious round of Dirty Santa.  Yet another year has gone by and all I wish for is more of the same...Thanks Shear Attitude for a great 2007 - Let's do it again!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1224979098655951529&amp;amp;site=widget-a9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098655951529&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p1/1224979098655951529/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098655951529&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a9.slide.com/p2/1224979098655951529/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-244169632450015706?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/244169632450015706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=244169632450015706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/244169632450015706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/244169632450015706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/shop-christmas-party-07.html' title='Shop Christmas Party 07'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4898110721282821645</id><published>2007-12-14T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:55:22.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just been going throughout your day , doing a whole lot of nothing, when all of a sudden it hits you.  An overwhelming sense of warmth combined with a deep breath.  Encapsulated in that very moment you realize how very blessed you are.  You, your family, your children are all healthy.  You have a home and a meal every time you are hungry and a lot of times, even when you're not.  You have the freedom to express who you are wherever you are.  You are loved by not only people around you but by God.  You realize that you really don't need anything.  Your life is full.  Yea - there are days and there are ups and downs, but when you place that on a scale and the counter balance is everything else that is ok, how can you complain?  Every now and then tears well up in my eyes as I realize how "easy" most of us have it.  Our small complaints that just annoy us are nothing compared to what some people endure on a daily basis.  After a couple of very long days at work, I though to myself tonight, "Wow, my feet are really hurting."  Then without even thinking about it, I was reminded of the little girl who lost her feet this summer on a ride at Kentucky Kingdom.  I bet she would love to work and stand until her feet hurt.  My daughter knew the girl who was hit by a car last night in front of Moore.  Sobering. Too close to home.  Life is one big hard lesson sometimes. What have I learned?  I have learned that I want for nothing.  Even on hard days when the kids are driving me crazy and Jim is on my last nerve, I have a family.  When I am tired and don't even want to move, that I have a body that takes me where I need to go.  When my clients are driving me crazy and instead of cutting their hair I want to cut their head off, I have a good job.  When I walk around my house and it's cluttered and not as clean as I would like, I have a home.  When I'm irritated that there's nothing in the house to eat and I have to go to the grocery, I have the money to go.  When I can't believe that I'm out of gas again, that I have a truck that takes me.  When I don't always want to go to church or pray, that I live in a country that allows me to worship in public  and not in hiding.  Take the time today to think about what you're grateful for.  Have a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4898110721282821645?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4898110721282821645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4898110721282821645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4898110721282821645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4898110721282821645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/moment.html' title='A Moment'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-4917954961720049315</id><published>2007-12-12T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:45:07.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spray foamy stuff</title><content type='html'>ok - so while I type there is a short stubby little man dressed in disposable clothing and a respirator crawling through my "basement".   We are having spray foam insulation hosed throughout our dungeon to hopefully cut down on our astronomical lg&amp;amp;e bills.  Living in a 107 year old farm house definitely has its ups and downs I guess.  Jim thought this would be a great idea since you can feel cold air coming through our floors.  The part that everyone failed to mention to me is that the whole house is filled with a foul smelling chemical and a fog. (and no I don't mean the favor of God) I have to admit that I may be feeling a tad bit high and confused. I went downstairs to watch for a few minutes before I realized that he is probably wearing a respirator for a reason.  yea - I probably knocked a few years off my life but it was pretty cool.  This stuff sprays on like a reddish colored liquid and within a few seconds expands about 1000 times it's size into a yellow puff - covering everything in sight.  Maybe it's the fumes but I can't help but be reminded how God does that in our life.  If you invite Him into your "home", His Word, His love, grace, mercy and acceptance goes on lightly.  (He is such a gentlemen) And then after you have surrendered to Him, He puffs up and encompasses every area of your life.  He can get down into the cracks of pain and hurt that no one else can see.  He insulates us with His glory.  He protects us from the elements and things we can't even see. If you let Him have His way, He will take complete control over the dark, damp, and scary places in your life.  Just a thought...if this guy is here much longer, I may have to go to rehab!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-4917954961720049315?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4917954961720049315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=4917954961720049315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4917954961720049315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/4917954961720049315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/spray-foamy-stuff.html' title='spray foamy stuff'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-6735092365317242902</id><published>2007-12-11T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:08:36.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder why?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why during the most beautiful and wonderful season of the year that people act and drive like complete idiots?  I mean I must have missed the memo that apparently went out to everyone else today....Official drive like a moron day.  I have been cut off, swerved at, pulled out in front of, and had 2 parking spots "stolen" from me at Wal-Mart.  Here's a clue - when your blinker is on and you are sitting there waiting, the spot is supposed to be yours.  If anyone else has a new set of rules that I have missed, please by all means, let me know.  I know that I suffer a tad bit from road rage but this time of year just proves to be too much!  I am also aware that God may be working patience in me but I wish He would hurry up already!!!!!  Mr. Husband came home from hunting today.  He's been gone five whole days.  He shot absolutely nothing so I assume he just had  a big Man's slumber party in the woods.  I swear when he goes next time I'm making up a gift basket full of goodies and face masks so they can do facials!  Oh well, at least I got to hold the remote control for five whole days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-6735092365317242902?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6735092365317242902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=6735092365317242902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6735092365317242902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/6735092365317242902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/ever-wonder-why.html' title='Ever wonder why?'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-8811011244663747986</id><published>2007-12-10T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:23:57.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1224979098654503254&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098654503254&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/1224979098654503254/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1224979098654503254&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/1224979098654503254/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-8811011244663747986?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8811011244663747986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=8811011244663747986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8811011244663747986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/8811011244663747986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828656083621963975.post-591329224485539186</id><published>2007-12-10T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:45:08.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving this a try...</title><content type='html'>Ok - I am totally new at this and quite frankly just surprised that my computer illiterate self was able to set this thing up.  I'll hit enter and probably fry my whole computer!  Anyway - I've been a silent reader to almost all of NVMC bloggers and I really enjoy reading how everyone else's day goes.  I usually journal and I guess this is a lot the same except if you are pretty decent at it, other people might read it.  I guess I'll learn as I go.  I look forward to all your comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828656083621963975-591329224485539186?l=jimnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/591329224485539186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828656083621963975&amp;postID=591329224485539186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/591329224485539186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828656083621963975/posts/default/591329224485539186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimnjen.blogspot.com/2007/12/giving-this-try.html' title='Giving this a try...'/><author><name>Jen Arnold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16318811579985034340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
