<?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-5394751596808200732</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:28:51.682-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Weight Watchers'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Primary President'/><category term='bears'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='my family'/><category term='letters'/><category term='Grateful'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='yellowstone'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='Greek Cheeseburgers'/><category term='camp'/><title type='text'>Happily Forever After</title><subtitle type='html'>who says you can't be?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-602970839588348185</id><published>2012-02-08T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:28:51.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love, Love, LOVE 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, every year around this time, I try and remember all the things in life that I love.&amp;nbsp; So, here's a twist on your plain jane list...the ABCs of Adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A - Apples.&amp;nbsp; Animals.&amp;nbsp; Adkins (Trace).&amp;nbsp;America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;B - Brothers.&amp;nbsp; Biscuits.&amp;nbsp; Baskets.&amp;nbsp; Brushes.&amp;nbsp; Butter. Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;C - Cats.&amp;nbsp; Chicken.&amp;nbsp; Cacciatore.&amp;nbsp; Chesbro.&amp;nbsp; Cows.&amp;nbsp; Crayons. Cellos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;D - Dad. Dodge. Dirt. Dishwasher. Ducks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E - Elephants.&amp;nbsp; Epiphanies.&amp;nbsp; Eggplant. Earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;F - Fruit.&amp;nbsp; Fireplace. Fudge. Friends. Football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;G- Grey's Anatomy.&amp;nbsp; Grandparents. Glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;H - Hot, Handsome, Heavenly Husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I - Ice Cream.&amp;nbsp; Ipod.&amp;nbsp; Inlaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;J - Junk.&amp;nbsp;Jack. Jellybeans.&amp;nbsp;Juice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;K - Kids. Kites. Kitchen. Kitties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;L - Lily. Lunch. Light Bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;M - Mom.&amp;nbsp; Monkeys.&amp;nbsp; Matching Socks. Manolos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;N - Necklaces.&amp;nbsp; Nighttime. Nieces and Nephews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O - Opals. Ornaments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;P - Pumpkins. Purses. Placemats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Q - Quartets. Quilts. Quarters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;R - Red. Rumbi. Rivers. Real Deals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;S - Super Sassy Sports Sedans. And Sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;T - TIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;U - Underwood.(Carrie) Ugly Duckling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;V - Valentines. Violins. Videos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;W - Water.&amp;nbsp; Watermelon. Waking Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;X - um.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y - York Peppermint Patties.&amp;nbsp; Yummo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Z - Zoo. Zipper. Zigzags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-602970839588348185?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/602970839588348185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=602970839588348185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/602970839588348185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/602970839588348185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-love-love-2012.html' title='Love, Love, LOVE 2012'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5406797056209692194</id><published>2012-02-04T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:27:23.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'm being completely honest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For those of you that really know me...and I mean really, you know why I'm sad.&amp;nbsp; You know why I've been sad for two months.&amp;nbsp; You know that somedays are unbearable.&amp;nbsp; Today is one of those days.&amp;nbsp; My little heart aches today because I miss her so much.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen her for two months.&amp;nbsp; Two.&amp;nbsp; A blink of an eye really in the eternities.&amp;nbsp; But still.&amp;nbsp; I can't breathe.&amp;nbsp; I can't go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; If I go to sleep, I'll dream about her and we can't have that, because then, I'm useless and I don't have time to be useless.&amp;nbsp; I have things to do.&amp;nbsp; Yet, if I don't sleep, I have to drink massive amounts of Mountain Dew to stay awake and function normally.&amp;nbsp; What&amp;nbsp;a twisted little cycle it is.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that tomorrow I'll start all over again.&amp;nbsp; Trying to make it.&amp;nbsp; Trying to function.&amp;nbsp; Trying to acheive something, anything.&amp;nbsp; I have to.&amp;nbsp; I will immerse myself in Primary.&amp;nbsp; I will cook dinner.&amp;nbsp; I will do it.&amp;nbsp; I will wake up and the sun will be shining.&amp;nbsp; It has to.&amp;nbsp; I will take it one day at a time.&amp;nbsp; I will snuggle my kittens and appreciate and hug my husband.&amp;nbsp; I will take joy in my Primary kids.&amp;nbsp; I will do it.&amp;nbsp; If not for me, for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL13kzFWnzY/Ty4hQ3DRAAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jVkotQkbDoc/s1600/n1353372833_30335632_4685280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL13kzFWnzY/Ty4hQ3DRAAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jVkotQkbDoc/s320/n1353372833_30335632_4685280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5406797056209692194?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5406797056209692194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5406797056209692194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5406797056209692194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5406797056209692194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-im-being-completely-honest.html' title='If I&apos;m being completely honest...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JL13kzFWnzY/Ty4hQ3DRAAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jVkotQkbDoc/s72-c/n1353372833_30335632_4685280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4525839678637438060</id><published>2012-02-02T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:54:35.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>The Plan...2012 Style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Howdy.&amp;nbsp; It's been a while.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; It's okay.&amp;nbsp; You can cry tears of joy if you want.&amp;nbsp; I accept that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So, because it's a new year, I thought I ought to make some goals.&amp;nbsp; Call them resolutions if you wish, but I'm a simple gal, and that's a big word.&amp;nbsp; So, here goes.&amp;nbsp; You may steal them if you'd like..because I know that I'm amazing.&amp;nbsp; Or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Live more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cry less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cook more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eat less oreos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be a little bit better every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stand up for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stand up for those that cannot or will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love more.&amp;nbsp; A lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be a little bit kinder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;10. Learn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;Teach something that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;12. Make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;Change the world.&amp;nbsp; Even if it's just a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;14. Learn to be okay with myself.&amp;nbsp; All of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;Be healthy.&amp;nbsp; Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;16. Allow for mistakes.&amp;nbsp; They happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;Keep toenails painted. Maybe stop biting fingernails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;18.&amp;nbsp;Be a better housekeeper.&amp;nbsp; Or try to be one at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;19. Fulfill one dream this year.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what it is yet...but stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;20. Attempt to be super woman and succeed and then celebrate.&amp;nbsp; with cake.&amp;nbsp; and dr. pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There it is.&amp;nbsp; It's in writing, so shall it be written, so shall it be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Good luck to you in your goals...wish me luck in mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4525839678637438060?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4525839678637438060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4525839678637438060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4525839678637438060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4525839678637438060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2012/02/plan2012-style.html' title='The Plan...2012 Style.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1141635929176608191</id><published>2011-12-23T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:14:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dearest Friends and Family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Merriest Christmas wishes to you and yours! &amp;nbsp;Just wanted to send you a yearly update of all the happenings in the Jennings Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/16864_1363371088336_1353372833_31000032_5690416_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;First and foremost, Tim and I got new callings at church this year. &amp;nbsp;We got called as the Young Men's President and Primary President (respectively). It's sure kept us busy, but we love every minute of it. &amp;nbsp;(I think...) Work is great and life is grand. We've had a fun year that has included work, work, church, work, cats, hunting, concerts, some travel and more work and are excited for 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/163144_1791107981491_1353372833_31992695_5091990_n.jpg" width="342" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;This year has been an eventful one for Jack the Cat. &amp;nbsp;We start with the new blankie that he got for Christmas from his Grandma Jo. &amp;nbsp;He enjoys snuggling. &amp;nbsp;Also, we moved his food dish from the laundry room to the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;That way he doesn't try to snitch Mommy's dinner quite as much. &amp;nbsp;Jack has decided to try to be an explorer this year. &amp;nbsp;He often escapes to his new hideaway under the front porch. &amp;nbsp;Jack hasn't gone to school yet to learn the three R's as he has no thumbs and is unable to write or turn pages. &amp;nbsp;We've tried to get him to go to Cat Scouts but he really doesn't like all the structure and the uniform. &amp;nbsp;He has found a new hobby in trying to figure out how that other cat got inside the new fireplace...or staring at his reflection. &amp;nbsp;He also enjoys playing with his sister, sharing his Mom's food and being scratched and roughed up by Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/311754_2647891840552_1353372833_33043811_381180775_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As you can see, Lily has been very busy this year holding down the furniture and working on her napping skills. &amp;nbsp;She is a constant joy to us. &amp;nbsp;She has excelled in many things this year. &amp;nbsp;She's become very good at vocalizing her needs and mostly wants. She is also a very talented alarm clock at 6 o'clock in the morning. &amp;nbsp;Lily has been enjoying all of her Mama's piano students and the attention that they give her. She enjoys hiding from strangers and tormenting her brother. &amp;nbsp;She's still perfecting her Princess attitude. &amp;nbsp;She also has not started school as she has no thumbs. We are hoping that she'll start showing an interest in painting as her current favorite television show is "The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As you can see, it's been an eventful year for our family and we are so looking forward to sharing 2012 with you and with our sweet furry children. &amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas to you and yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tim, Katie, Jack and Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1141635929176608191?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1141635929176608191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1141635929176608191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1141635929176608191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1141635929176608191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-letter-2012.html' title='Christmas Letter 2011'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8070341519506600901</id><published>2011-08-16T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:18:04.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin with Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I figured that since I posted about singing with my Grammy, I should do this too. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely credit my Grandpa for my vast musical knowledge and for the songs that I love and adore. &amp;nbsp;I learned most of them riding in the pickup or watching Lawrence Welk with him on Saturdays. &amp;nbsp;It has been a bittersweet experience to come up with this list, because I still miss him everyday of my life. &amp;nbsp;And occasionally, I'll hear a song, or smell fresh cut grass or burning ditchbanks and think of him. &amp;nbsp;I like to think it's his little way of reminding me that he's still watching over his family. &amp;nbsp;I love ya Gramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay...so first, the song he always sang. &amp;nbsp;His words were different, but the feeling is still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/n67JFb3V2-I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n67JFb3V2-I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n67JFb3V2-I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Secondly, the song I memorized on the piano for him and my grammy. &amp;nbsp;Don't know why, but they wanted me to play it everytime we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ZJE-onnw2gM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJE-onnw2gM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJE-onnw2gM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Next, the only song that gives me regrets. &amp;nbsp;He would ask me to play it all the time and I never took the time to learn it well. &amp;nbsp;Now I have it memorized. &amp;nbsp;Granted, it wasn't this version, but this is my favorite one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/pLLMzr3PFgk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLLMzr3PFgk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLLMzr3PFgk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, the song that he told me was his favorite. &amp;nbsp;And now is one of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/BOByH_iOn88/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And finally, a song that makes me think about him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/bMvqPffzDMQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMvqPffzDMQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMvqPffzDMQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you Gramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8070341519506600901?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8070341519506600901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8070341519506600901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8070341519506600901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8070341519506600901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/08/singin-with-grandpa.html' title='Singin with Grandpa...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1968239687469725780</id><published>2011-08-13T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:58:20.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grammy Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me start by saying that I love my Grammy.&amp;nbsp; No, it's not an award for being a stellar musician (although that would be nice too).&amp;nbsp; Nope, this is better.&amp;nbsp; She's my best friend and kindred spirit.&amp;nbsp; And I adore her.&amp;nbsp; Occassionally, I get frustrated when I have to go and reset the remote control 75 gazillllllion times in one week.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday was no exception.&amp;nbsp; So, a little frustrated, I drove over and promptly fixed her remote, tidied up her place, found her blankie, got her a drink and a snack, clipped her fingernails, told her politely that "no, I don't do other people's toenails" and then sat to visit for a minute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I am so glad that I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Occassionally, there are moments in one's life where you experience something so incredible that you vow to remember it for the rest of your life.&amp;nbsp; That was Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; Here's how the conversation went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammy:&lt;/strong&gt; Dolly, I need a favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Anything.&amp;nbsp; What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I can't remember something and I thought about it all night long and it just makes me mad that I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay....what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you know that song?&amp;nbsp; Give Said the Little Stream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammy:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember how the stream got down the hill.&amp;nbsp; Can you sing it to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure...the stream hurried down the hill. (&lt;em&gt;and then I sing...awkwardly&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This sets off a whole chain of events.&amp;nbsp; She starts with "Give Said the Little Stream", moved on to "Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam", "Little Purple Pansies", " I Have Two Little Hands" and finished it off with "Bill Grogan's Goat".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By most musical standards that I normally adhere strictly to, my Grammy never was and never will be a Barbara Stresiand, Liza Minelli or Rosemary Clooney.&amp;nbsp; But If I am being completely honest, I &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that little, gravelly voice more than anything in the world, even if she can't remember all the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am reminded daily how lucky I am to live so close and to be able to spend this time with her.&amp;nbsp; I would not be the person or the musician that I am without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sing Bill Grogan's Goat to my cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1968239687469725780?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1968239687469725780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1968239687469725780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1968239687469725780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1968239687469725780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-grammy-award.html' title='My Grammy Award'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2491476765505067911</id><published>2011-07-26T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T09:42:58.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primary President'/><title type='text'>Primary President- Week Number Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Success! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had our first presidency meeting and we had a blast. &amp;nbsp;I am so incredibly grateful for the women that I am serving with. &amp;nbsp;They are all so different and so much fun! &amp;nbsp;We are going to do great things, so watch out, world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am still alive and did not have a massive panic attack on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I seriously considered it when the pianist told me she wouldn't be there- &lt;b&gt;10 minutes before Primary started&lt;/b&gt; and then asked me "Should I find someone to play?" &amp;nbsp;Um, yes. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you should have done that &lt;b&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;But, I digress. &amp;nbsp;I played the piano for her, which is very possibly what kept me from having the aforementioned panic attack. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I do have to mention - as I did not last entry- that in addition to me being the Primary President, they asked Tim (my eternal pest and companion) to be the Young Men's President. &amp;nbsp;What?!?! &amp;nbsp;Not fair. &amp;nbsp;So, we both had to do the ward council thing on Sunday- which is great, because it means that he has to get out of bed too and I don't have to do it alone. &amp;nbsp;Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But, my favorite part of all was Sunday. &amp;nbsp;As nervous and as unsure of myself as I was feeling, I still got up and took a minute to talk to "my kids". &amp;nbsp;The minute I stood up and looked at their little sweet faces, I knew everything would be alright. &amp;nbsp;I already love them SO MUCH and cannot wait to get to know each of them better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/5394751596808200732-2491476765505067911?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2491476765505067911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2491476765505067911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2491476765505067911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2491476765505067911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/07/primary-president-week-number-uno.html' title='Primary President- Week Number Uno'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4166907464258937542</id><published>2011-07-18T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:19:50.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primary President'/><title type='text'>El Presidente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So...as of Sunday, I am officially a Primary President. &amp;nbsp;WHAT?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I struggle enough being a normal person and a Sunbeam teacher and they've put me in charge of other people's children. &amp;nbsp;WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As nervous (terrified) as I am, I am also incredibly excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have some great women to serve with and cannot wait to see the things we can accomplish together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, in looking for some kind of inspiration, I came across an article about a woman that I knew when I was growing up. &amp;nbsp;I thought she was incredible then. &amp;nbsp;Then I came across this article in the Church News from 2004 and realized that if she can do it, so can I. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Sister Cook. &amp;nbsp;I still admire you...just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchnews.com/articles/45235/Service-dog-helps-Primary-president.html"&gt;http://www.ldschurchnews.com/articles/45235/Service-dog-helps-Primary-president.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4166907464258937542?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4166907464258937542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4166907464258937542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4166907464258937542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4166907464258937542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-presidente.html' title='El Presidente...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4902088524405848072</id><published>2011-06-29T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:37:25.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_WHZqt5170/TgtNKUB1J-I/AAAAAAAAASA/LAIpURzNzJ0/s1600/197450_1020142467835_1353372833_30050433_2336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_WHZqt5170/TgtNKUB1J-I/AAAAAAAAASA/LAIpURzNzJ0/s400/197450_1020142467835_1353372833_30050433_2336_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been working on my Primary lesson this week and it's inspired me...The topic this week is "I Love My Brothers and Sisters". &amp;nbsp;For those of you that are not LDS, I teach a class of 3 to 4 year old kiddos. &amp;nbsp;In every lesson, there is a scriptural story of some sort. &amp;nbsp;The story this week is about Miriam, the sister of Moses. It references how she feels a deep sense of responsibility for him and his well being. &amp;nbsp;It talks about when he was born and they were ordered to throw all baby boys in the river and her and her mother set Moses in a basket in the bullrushes. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you &amp;nbsp;know the rest of the story. &amp;nbsp;Anywho, as I was preparing this lesson, I felt so inspired. &amp;nbsp;I love my brothers so much. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure I tell them that enough. &amp;nbsp;As the oldest child and the only girl, I, like Miriam, feel so much responsibility for their well being and their happiness. &amp;nbsp;I want them to know how much they are loved, and needed, and appreciated. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't always nice to them. &amp;nbsp;I wish I had been. &amp;nbsp;As I've grown old(er), I have realized how important they are to me. &amp;nbsp;I have realized what good men they are. &amp;nbsp;I have realized that I would not be who I am without them. &amp;nbsp;So, dear brothers, I love your guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Curriculum/primary.htm/primary%201%20i%20am%20a%20child%20of%20god.htm/24%20i%20love%20my%20brothers%20and%20sisters.htm?fn=document-frame.htm&amp;amp;f=templates&amp;amp;2.0"&gt;I Love My Brothers and Sisters Lesson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4902088524405848072?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4902088524405848072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4902088524405848072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4902088524405848072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4902088524405848072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/06/brothers.html' title='Brothers...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_WHZqt5170/TgtNKUB1J-I/AAAAAAAAASA/LAIpURzNzJ0/s72-c/197450_1020142467835_1353372833_30050433_2336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6620484070850790404</id><published>2011-06-16T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:09:38.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blank, Please Blank....Part Deux.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am feeling this urge again. You know, the urge to tell people what I REALLY think...without actually telling them. &amp;nbsp;So, here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Weight Watchers, Dare I say that I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Mother Nature, C'mon, can it be summer already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Allergies, Enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Dear Slimy Coworker, I dislike your actions and it's starting to make me dislike you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear NBC, Thank you for The Voice and Dia Frampton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Color Yellow, Why must you fight me so? &amp;nbsp;Just be the right shade for my skin! (and I love you..)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Skinnier Jeans, Stop mocking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Diet Coke, Thank you for adding lime.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Soda companies in general, Why must soda be soooooo expensive? &amp;nbsp;It's not like it's made out of silver or anything. &amp;nbsp;Give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Lady who is sitting in front of the library with a petition for me to sign, as much as I respect your right to free speech....you're blocking my entrance to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Stomach, You're really not hungry so please stop growling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Kittens, my pillow is not your bed. &amp;nbsp;Especially when my head is on it. &amp;nbsp;And you have plenty of food. &amp;nbsp;You're fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear 4th Ward, Who has the fastest pinewood derby car? &amp;nbsp;That's right, my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Summer, WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Sleazy Coworker, How much did it just cost for YOU to complain? &amp;nbsp;Figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Dia Frampton, Thank you for existing. &amp;nbsp;You're right up there with Adele in being my new best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Jessica, Thank you for eating cupcakes with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Lindy, Thank you for being dependable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Husband, Thank you. &amp;nbsp;For everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Little Girls, Fairy tales are just that. &amp;nbsp;Fairy tales. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, they come true. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, they don't. &amp;nbsp;And it's better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/5394751596808200732-6620484070850790404?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6620484070850790404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6620484070850790404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6620484070850790404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6620484070850790404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-blank-please-blankpart-deux.html' title='Dear Blank, Please Blank....Part Deux.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8602262764228423257</id><published>2011-06-07T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:35:46.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek Cheeseburgers'/><title type='text'>Greek Cheese Burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For anyone who cares, I joined Weight Watchers. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;Because I am tired of being the fat girl and because the commercials are so darned enticing...so henceforth and thus and whatever, I will occasionally post recipes that are healthy and tasty. &amp;nbsp;(what?) I know, healthy and tasty? &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;Is that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, starting now...I made some incredibly tasty (and only 8 points) Greek Style Cheeseburgers. &amp;nbsp;I must give some credit to the Weight Watchers website for this recipe, but next time I will make a few tweaks of my own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glgkuDwXpAc/Te41438mdGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fXTFbEZQhJM/s1600/GreekStyleCheeseburgers_n_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glgkuDwXpAc/Te41438mdGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fXTFbEZQhJM/s1600/GreekStyleCheeseburgers_n_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greek Cheese Burgers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1 lb. lean ground beef (think 93/7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 tsp oregano (or less, I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1 clove minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 c minced onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4 light hamburger buns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;crumbled feta cheese (yum!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3/4 c baby spinach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Combine first 6 ingredients and mix well. &amp;nbsp;(yes, with your hands) Pan fry. &amp;nbsp;Top with feta and cover until feta cheese gets melty. &amp;nbsp;(yes, melty) &amp;nbsp;It won't melt with the consistency of cheddar, but it will soften. &amp;nbsp;Place on light hamburger bun and top with baby spinach. &amp;nbsp;Serve with home fries, coleslaw or some other healthy and delightful something or other and then....ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, for all of you that asked, there it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8602262764228423257?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8602262764228423257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8602262764228423257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8602262764228423257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8602262764228423257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/06/greek-cheese-burgers.html' title='Greek Cheese Burgers'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glgkuDwXpAc/Te41438mdGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fXTFbEZQhJM/s72-c/GreekStyleCheeseburgers_n_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5626235722627749358</id><published>2011-05-06T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:16:25.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsIqqD9H7L0/TcRg_rGOX4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/HO7bIzlfMN8/s1600/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsIqqD9H7L0/TcRg_rGOX4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/HO7bIzlfMN8/s320/mom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all, Mom, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;don't be mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is one of my favorite pictures &lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt; of you. &amp;nbsp;It makes it so other people can see what a fun momma we have. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Second, I love you to pieces. &amp;nbsp;A bushel and peck and all that jazz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Third, I would like to say thank you for the following things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For always believing in me and my brothers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For teaching us the right way to live, even though we don't always do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For being supportive of our weird habits and interests and hobbies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For standing up for us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For letting us be ourselves, no matter how weird we were.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For not being afraid to get dirty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For letting us play golf with frozen mice off of the deck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For being the kind of mom that all of our friends wanted to have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For loving us, unconditionally, to the point that it sometimes hurt you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For understanding why we needed to dig a large hole in the garden and fill it with water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For trying to shield us from the world, but letting us learn on our own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For not killing us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For being a best friend and at the same time, remembering that you were still a parent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For making dang good food. &amp;nbsp;Obviously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For learning to adjust. &amp;nbsp;Quickly. &amp;nbsp;And often.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For not only teaching about the good in the world, but more times than not, showing us how to do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* For many more things that I can't currently think of because chances are, they are mushy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And fourth, I love you. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5626235722627749358?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5626235722627749358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5626235722627749358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5626235722627749358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5626235722627749358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-momma.html' title='My Momma'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EsIqqD9H7L0/TcRg_rGOX4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/HO7bIzlfMN8/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5640550945102241910</id><published>2011-04-10T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:41:30.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6MM7WwU7nk/TaIU0oPXMmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cF5U2BeDwzE/s1600/IMG1_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6MM7WwU7nk/TaIU0oPXMmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cF5U2BeDwzE/s400/IMG1_0002.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For anyone that cares, it has been dang near 10 years since Tim took me on the best picnic of my entire life.&amp;nbsp; I know that a picnic doesn't sound THAT exciting, but it was.&amp;nbsp; It was the day he proposed.&amp;nbsp; On that sunny afternoon, at that beautiful picnic spot, with the love of my life, I was sure that I could not love him any more than I already did and that it was impossible for me to be any happier than I was at that moment.&amp;nbsp; Now, for those of you that know me, you know that I hate admitting that I'm wrong.&amp;nbsp; But, I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; SOOOOOO wrong.&amp;nbsp; I love him more today than I ever thought I could and he makes me happy every single day.&amp;nbsp; I do believe that I am the luckiest girl in the world and thank my Heavenly Father every day for my best friend and Scrabble nemesis, Tim.&amp;nbsp; (and...I haven't even lost my engagement ring once!-knock on wood...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5640550945102241910?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5640550945102241910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5640550945102241910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5640550945102241910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5640550945102241910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-this-boy.html' title='I LOVE THIS BOY!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6MM7WwU7nk/TaIU0oPXMmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cF5U2BeDwzE/s72-c/IMG1_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2941377828236883040</id><published>2011-04-01T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:38:09.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Sake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am pathetic.&amp;nbsp; For the most part, I have spent my winter in a depressed 'funk', if you will.&amp;nbsp; I have spent months moping around and feeling like I am just not good enough.&amp;nbsp; So, today...there was a very cleverly placed on my side of the bed Ensign article.&amp;nbsp; For those of you that are not a member of my faith, the Ensign is a monthly publication-magazine- with tidbits of information, instruction, information and advice.&amp;nbsp; It has stories and anecdotes and direct teachings from our living prophets.&amp;nbsp; You may want to check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;http://www.lds.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have avoided the Ensign lately, because I just feel like I'm not good enough even though deep down inside I know that's not true. This article got me back on track.&amp;nbsp; So, Ensign editiors....Thank you.&amp;nbsp; I cannot thank you enough.&amp;nbsp; Here's the link-you should read it. &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2011/04/faith-and-infertility?lang=eng"&gt;http://lds.org/ensign/2011/04/faith-and-infertility?lang=eng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Also, kind of on the same topic, is Thursday. Thursday = Grey's Anatomy.&amp;nbsp; This time...with music.&amp;nbsp; It was beautiful and haunting and strangely Glee-like.&amp;nbsp; There are just some things that cannot be expressed any other way.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, my favorite character, the one I most relate to, Meredith, is in an elevator with her gorgeous genius brain surgeon husband as one of their friends and coworkers lays upstairs in ICU fighting for her life-and her unborn child's.&amp;nbsp; Meredith expresses that at the baby shower the day before, she was jealous.&amp;nbsp; And now she feels terrible.&amp;nbsp; She asks her husband why the universe would give Callie a baby and not her and then put Callie through a windshield.&amp;nbsp; "Why is the universe so unfair and so screwed up and so mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I AGREE.&amp;nbsp; I once heard that when you have a trial that tests you once, it's helping you increase your faith.&amp;nbsp; When you have a trial that is a recurring thing, it's perfecting your faith.&amp;nbsp; Alright then.&amp;nbsp; I will have perfected faith, darn it.&amp;nbsp; So here we go.&amp;nbsp; It's on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2941377828236883040?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2941377828236883040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2941377828236883040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2941377828236883040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2941377828236883040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-my-sake.html' title='For My Sake...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5450612633183340758</id><published>2011-03-23T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:51:51.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 153px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left; width: 222px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-njUSBdl2nrE/TYq82s7V8-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Hn2IeyokI1A/s200/byu_logo.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I did it.&amp;nbsp; I spent the weekend with my family.&amp;nbsp; I relaxed.&amp;nbsp; I had fun.&amp;nbsp; I laughed.&amp;nbsp; I watched a BYU basketball&amp;nbsp;game with my husband, daddy and brothers.&amp;nbsp; I felt like myself again.&amp;nbsp; I remembered how it felt to be myself again.&amp;nbsp;I remembered how it felt to be happy again and to be valued.&amp;nbsp; I spent time with my sweet baby Palin, playing playdoh and monster and being her personal horsey.&amp;nbsp; I ate scones in the middle of the night at a disgusting little diner and listened to Van Morrison from a jukebox.&amp;nbsp; I remembered why I love my job again.&amp;nbsp; I remembered what it feels like to be completely inspired by a song, a place or an event.&amp;nbsp; I went to the temple and remembered who I was again.&amp;nbsp; I am a daughter of God, and He does love me.&amp;nbsp; He does have a master plan for me.&amp;nbsp; I spent time with my mom and my sisters in law and remembered how lucky I am to have a family that loves me.&amp;nbsp; I spent a lot of time with my husband.&amp;nbsp; I remembered (like I try to every day) how much I love him, what a good man he is and how lucky I am to have a husband who loves me and takes care of me.&amp;nbsp; I love remembering.&amp;nbsp; It was the best thing I could have done.&amp;nbsp; I needed it more than I knew.&amp;nbsp; I needed to feel like myself and like I am valued and appreciated and not all the things that I have been told that I am recently.&amp;nbsp;So, again, "faith in God is having&amp;nbsp;faith in&amp;nbsp;His timing."&amp;nbsp; I just have to&amp;nbsp;REMEMBER that.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5450612633183340758?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5450612633183340758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5450612633183340758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5450612633183340758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5450612633183340758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/03/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-njUSBdl2nrE/TYq82s7V8-I/AAAAAAAAARw/Hn2IeyokI1A/s72-c/byu_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1486951194694487680</id><published>2011-03-17T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:49:53.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Brothers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who has the most awesome brothers in the world? &amp;nbsp;Yep, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Example A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=974336640741335585&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="height: 326px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1486951194694487680?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1486951194694487680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1486951194694487680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1486951194694487680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1486951194694487680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-my-brothers.html' title='I Love My Brothers...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5105309947124151404</id><published>2011-03-10T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:42:24.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Tough as Nails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Jub6xIDUSnU/TXl9aPpIROI/AAAAAAAAARs/GA9VoBtFauo/s1600/9781846462931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Jub6xIDUSnU/TXl9aPpIROI/AAAAAAAAARs/GA9VoBtFauo/s1600/9781846462931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love self discovery.&amp;nbsp; Today, I have discovered something about my little self.&amp;nbsp; Through a highly unpleasant experience with a person who I wouldn't have though could be so hurtful, I discovered that I am stronger than I thought I was.&amp;nbsp; I am a thirty year old woman and I am tough.&amp;nbsp; As nails.&amp;nbsp; I don't need to be pushed around, talked down to or bullied.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;simply do not have time or patience for it.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And today...I proved it.&amp;nbsp; So, to the mean people of the world, I will NOT let you push me around any more.&amp;nbsp; I'm simply not going to accept it.&amp;nbsp; So, put that in your juice box and suck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5105309947124151404?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5105309947124151404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5105309947124151404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5105309947124151404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5105309947124151404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/03/tough-as-nails.html' title='Tough as Nails...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Jub6xIDUSnU/TXl9aPpIROI/AAAAAAAAARs/GA9VoBtFauo/s72-c/9781846462931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6779639462417440460</id><published>2011-03-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:04:02.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Needed...</title><content type='html'>I have been inspired by my dear friend and fellow blogger&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://stacychandler.blogspot.com/2011/03/favorite-new-quote-and-picture.html?showComment=1299563432182#c2052356758739753212"&gt;Stacy Chandler&lt;/a&gt;... so I thought I would follow in her footsteps and post my favorite picture and quote as of late. &amp;nbsp;I often forget how MUCH my Heavenly Father and His Son love me and know me better than I know myself. &amp;nbsp;I often get too involved in my silly little trials and forget the real purpose of my life on this earth. &amp;nbsp;I forget that there is a master plan that I don't understand right this minute...so, here is your inspiration for the&amp;nbsp;day. &amp;nbsp;I am also including my favorite portrayal of the Savior. &amp;nbsp;I love the feelings that it evokes. &amp;nbsp;He loves me. &amp;nbsp;And you. And believe it or not, He does have a plan for us, whether it's the one we had worked out for ourselves or not. &amp;nbsp;So, be inspired. &amp;nbsp;Pass it on...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Stacy, thank you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A4py8Pi5imo/TXXE0dnkH9I/AAAAAAAAARo/M_nPFiCrOTI/s320/my_child.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Faith in the Lord includes faith in His&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;timing." -Neil A Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A4py8Pi5imo/TXXE0dnkH9I/AAAAAAAAARo/M_nPFiCrOTI/s1600/my_child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A4py8Pi5imo/TXXE0dnkH9I/AAAAAAAAARo/M_nPFiCrOTI/s1600/my_child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6779639462417440460?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6779639462417440460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6779639462417440460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6779639462417440460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6779639462417440460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-needed.html' title='What I Needed...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A4py8Pi5imo/TXXE0dnkH9I/AAAAAAAAARo/M_nPFiCrOTI/s72-c/my_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2114929080987025621</id><published>2011-03-02T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:32:26.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Honest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the truth.&amp;nbsp; I need some spring.&amp;nbsp; Now.&amp;nbsp; Immediately.&amp;nbsp; I need baseball and green lawns and new flowers and sunshine and the hope of something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am usually a lover of winter.&amp;nbsp; At this point, however, there is nothing more I would enjoy than a good tropical vacay.&amp;nbsp; Also, I work in a music store.&amp;nbsp; THIS prevents me from taking said vacay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am finding myself being somewhat cranky...I was tempted to run over a pedestrian last week.&amp;nbsp; I have also had the desire to poke someone in the eye.&amp;nbsp; With a stick.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes curse at people that are driving slow, crossing in the middle of the road, scanning coupons at a self checkout, getting between me and mountain dew, or insulting my college basketball team.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am hoping that Mr. Sun will come out soon, otherwise, I may be liable to end up in jail for murder or something stupid.&amp;nbsp; So...come visit.&amp;nbsp; Bake a file into a cake and pray for sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2114929080987025621?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2114929080987025621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2114929080987025621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2114929080987025621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2114929080987025621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-be-honest.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Honest...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-399745067539231795</id><published>2011-02-28T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:19:44.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I grant to you this gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To the sweet person who lit my dumpster on fire...I give you the gift of reading.&amp;nbsp; It's time to find a new hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To the Mountain Dew people...I give you a hug on Monday mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To Monday...I give you this advice.&amp;nbsp; No one likes you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To the lady who asked me if&amp;nbsp;it hurts&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;people talk to me&amp;nbsp;about being a mother...I give you the gift of a lemon.&amp;nbsp; Squeeze the juice and then pour it into a paper cut.&amp;nbsp; Then we'll talk.&amp;nbsp; There.&amp;nbsp; I said it.&lt;br /&gt;To the person that I admire the most...I give you a weekend of not worrying.&amp;nbsp; I have it under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To my kitties...I give you..EVERYTHING.&amp;nbsp; Stop begging, we all know that I'll give it to you anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To that certain person who gets on my last nerve...I give you the gift of growing up.&amp;nbsp; You're an adult.&amp;nbsp; Act like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To the Girl Scouts...I give you the gift of Diabetes.&amp;nbsp; I blame it on the summer of the Samoas at Trefoil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To Adele... I give you the gift of being my new best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To the Academy...Thanks for finally giving Christian Bale what he deserves.&amp;nbsp; I give you the gift of me changing the channel when he's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To Christian Bale...I give you the gift of staying in our guest room and watching Batman with us whenever you would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To my blog readers...I obviously have given you the gift of extreme sarcasm and hopefully laughter.&amp;nbsp; Have a lovely day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Love Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-399745067539231795?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/399745067539231795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=399745067539231795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/399745067539231795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/399745067539231795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-grant-to-you-this-gift.html' title='I grant to you this gift'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-171458059113102648</id><published>2011-02-26T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T14:00:37.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love love LOVE Saturdays.&amp;nbsp; It's the day for Bountiful Basketing, primary lessoning, kitty snuggling, truck riding, college basketball watching fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I spent this morning sleeping in and snuggling my kitties.&amp;nbsp; Then I woke up and went and froze my buns off (wouldn't that be nice if could actually happen?) and ran my BB site.&amp;nbsp; We got coconut and mangos today.&amp;nbsp; How great is that?&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm sitting ony my squishy couch with my hunny watching BYU basketball.&amp;nbsp; JIMMER!&amp;nbsp;Later, I will finish making an umbrella and raindrops out of cardstock form my sweet, wonderful Sunbeams.&amp;nbsp;How does life get any better?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://utterinsanity.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/mountaindew4.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oh yes...Mountain Dew...with lime. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Happy Happy Weekend to you.&amp;nbsp; And to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-171458059113102648?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/171458059113102648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=171458059113102648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/171458059113102648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/171458059113102648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-581356722726392034</id><published>2011-02-21T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:08:36.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want you to look at this website. &amp;nbsp;I love it. &amp;nbsp;I use it. &amp;nbsp;In fact, my dinner of pineapple salsa chicken is currently in the crock pot waiting for me to come home and scarf it down. &amp;nbsp;Dinner is exciting again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melskitchencafe.com/"&gt;http://www.melskitchencafe.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And here is my dinner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melskitchencafe.com/2011/.../pineapple-salsa-chicken-slow-cooker.html"&gt;www.melskitchencafe.com/2011/.../pineapple-salsa-chicken-slow-cooker.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Except...I will be adding grilled orange bell peppers and sweet onions and a sweet tomato rice to serve it fajita style. &amp;nbsp;I'm so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-581356722726392034?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/581356722726392034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=581356722726392034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/581356722726392034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/581356722726392034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/02/dinner-tonight.html' title='Dinner Tonight'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7137903730024546042</id><published>2011-02-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:42:46.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Watches....</title><content type='html'>I occassionally become obsessed with things.&amp;nbsp; This month...it seems to be YouTube.&amp;nbsp; Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few of my favorites to make you laugh, cry, think, question and observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/SJmSTPZM7kI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJmSTPZM7kI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJmSTPZM7kI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet, heartfelt video by my favorite band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The emotion is real and raw and inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/MmnimOoJeJ4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmnimOoJeJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmnimOoJeJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. My. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/fDX7tevXO1E/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDX7tevXO1E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDX7tevXO1E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This makes my cat look sooooo normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/YBzXMtt4KlY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBzXMtt4KlY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBzXMtt4KlY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, my favorite band.&amp;nbsp; Take a listen.&amp;nbsp; I promise you'll like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/DxFbufuAfAg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxFbufuAfAg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxFbufuAfAg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I apologize if this is offensive to anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find it highly entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-7137903730024546042?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7137903730024546042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7137903730024546042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7137903730024546042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7137903730024546042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/02/must-watches.html' title='Must Watches....'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3450637349540394886</id><published>2011-02-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:31:18.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important to Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to one and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I stumbled across this today and thought it was worth sharing. &amp;nbsp;It's a trip back to the core values that I embrace. And, it's important to me. &amp;nbsp; This one's for you, Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/xzHpYyB_F3U/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzHpYyB_F3U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzHpYyB_F3U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/5394751596808200732-3450637349540394886?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3450637349540394886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3450637349540394886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3450637349540394886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3450637349540394886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/02/important-to-me.html' title='Important to Me...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3108355015920627989</id><published>2011-02-09T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:45:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TVMZEEUMLHI/AAAAAAAAARk/A5KDy3iSqGo/s1600/love2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TVMZEEUMLHI/AAAAAAAAARk/A5KDy3iSqGo/s320/love2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the spirit of Valentine's day coming up, I have decided to blog about things that I love-which, might I add, is so not typical of me lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mary Poppins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Julie Andrews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blizzards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The smell of a Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dr. Pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jack and Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fresh produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Country Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The smell of Preferred Stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tylenol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The color red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sunbeams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sugardoodle.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yellow shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Comfy Jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People who understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheese Dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Red shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inlaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BFFs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nephews and Nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Clearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BBQ potato chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Singing in the shower or car or wherever I may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thrift Stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bon Jovi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Juke Kartel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Smushy Beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bandanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dirty Dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cell phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Primary songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lip Balm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ipods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good Customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bath and Body Works buy 3 get 2 free sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;August Rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dodge Rams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My cute Trailblazer named Clyde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Riding in the mountains in a Dodge Ram with Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eating cheese dogs &amp;amp; BBQ chips while drinking Dr. Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;wearing comfy jeans, a yellow shirt, red shoes and a yellow bandana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;while listening to country music on the radio and taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and last but not least, Tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3108355015920627989?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3108355015920627989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3108355015920627989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3108355015920627989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3108355015920627989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/02/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TVMZEEUMLHI/AAAAAAAAARk/A5KDy3iSqGo/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6100441742675849123</id><published>2011-01-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:54:08.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Dear Blank, please blank, Love Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Again, I've been writing letters to random people in my head.  I need to get them out, because if I don't, they'll just swirl around until I become crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, I have found a website that makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dearblankpleaseblank.com"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;dearblankpleaseblank&lt;/b&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, in the same token, here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e774a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Black Eyed Peas, Who in the world gave you the right to remake "Time of My Life"?  First of all, it's a classic.  Second, it's Dirty Dancing personified in a song.  It's not like you would remake that song from Casablanca.  (sigh) Also, your version sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear City of Idaho Falls, Please fix the potholes.  I'm tired of having my tires aligned because they are unavoidable.  Or, make a quality road in the first place so that you don't have to fix them every two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear McDonalds, Please stop having the 2 Big Macs for $3.  I then feel obligated to eat two of them, partially because I love a bargain, I hate to waste and Big Macs are tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear People who are crafty, stop it.  You are making me feel bad about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Old Ladies that I work with, Please stop growling.  It's weird.  And kinda creepy.  And annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Dr. Pepper, Please make your beverage less tasty.  I need to stop drinking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dear Redbox, Why do you not have Dirty Dancing (the real one) inside your deep abyss?  Also, why do you have all kinds of crappy movies and no good movies&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Mountain Dew, Could you just include some extra lime flavoring in your beverage so that I don't have to search all over town for a gas station with lime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6100441742675849123?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6100441742675849123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6100441742675849123' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6100441742675849123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6100441742675849123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-blank-please-blank-love-me.html' title='Dear Blank, please blank, Love Me.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8504836166723160705</id><published>2011-01-19T09:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:28:45.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to JoAnn's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO1uUAx-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hCM2np9iYpk/s200/store%2Bclosing.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563932180767360994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are few words that can send a girl like me into full blown panic.  Two of them are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;b&gt;"STORE CLOSING"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; JoAnn's Fabric&lt;/span&gt;.  I understand that they are just 'moving' but I also realize that they are moving to the other side of town.  I don't go over there.  It's scary.  Also, JoAnn's has been a 5 minute drive from my house since I moved here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO3A5coBI/AAAAAAAAARU/4_MQ1CpByDk/s1600/ahhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO3A5coBI/AAAAAAAAARU/4_MQ1CpByDk/s1600/ahhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO3A5coBI/AAAAAAAAARU/4_MQ1CpByDk/s200/ahhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563932202936082450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a wonderland.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's also where I go to relieve stress, find myself, celebrate, mourn and visit my therapist at the cutting table.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They recognize me as a 'valued customer' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(at least that's what the fliers and emails say...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO22Tg1jI/AAAAAAAAARM/HFIuDLkK-EI/s1600/Stores_GrandOpening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO22Tg1jI/AAAAAAAAARM/HFIuDLkK-EI/s200/Stores_GrandOpening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563932200092620338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consequently, now I will have to drive 15 minutes through traffic to enjoy the same benefit.  WAAAAHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, in essence, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear JoAnn's Owners, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think it's quite rude for you to leave me stranded in downtown with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;no fabric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need you.  I love you, please don't go.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But if you must go, I understand.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will still visit, I'm just afraid that we won't be as close as I once was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO1xlfR8I/AAAAAAAAARE/5lqW48Zi24E/s1600/joanns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO1xlfR8I/AAAAAAAAARE/5lqW48Zi24E/s200/joanns2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563932181645969346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm sure that once I walk through the doors in the 'new and improved' JoAnn's Fabric, that everything will feel the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Squishy, happy, warm, snuggly and generally happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8504836166723160705?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8504836166723160705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8504836166723160705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8504836166723160705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8504836166723160705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/01/ode-to-joanns.html' title='Ode to JoAnn&apos;s.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TTcO1uUAx-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hCM2np9iYpk/s72-c/store%2Bclosing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3916248549555703978</id><published>2011-01-11T10:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:46:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age 30...day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am feeling very picturesque&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; today...hence this post...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSyQrJ0QsjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qYsVihXQmGc/s200/cheese.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px; text-align: center; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560978710939611698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I am feeling...better with age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSyQrow1pyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bmEsbRKQyPg/s200/Maroon5Picture.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560978719246755618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I am listening to.  New album...good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSyRR78EaKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KRSCVR5EgUE/s200/02_anaheim_convention.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560979377229162658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where I am going tomorrow...warm.  sunshine.  freakshow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSyRRpEdlYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yGmVTo4pI-8/s200/Auburn-Football.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560979372164093314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This is who I am currently angry with. You cheat. And you play dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And you don't deserve a championship trophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Or a Heisman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSyU12ZujtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/q7NivYSoaf4/s200/ducks.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560983292753120978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is who I still love.  Better to be the second place team with the most class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my Ducks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_P1PPy7FTo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_P1PPy7FTo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I need a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a Dr. Pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some Panda Express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3916248549555703978?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3916248549555703978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3916248549555703978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3916248549555703978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3916248549555703978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/01/age-30day-3.html' title='Age 30...day 3'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSyQrJ0QsjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qYsVihXQmGc/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8523644772282105693</id><published>2011-01-05T09:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:40:48.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-30...Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSSeqgZs1fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TFNf4BytQKY/s1600/birthday-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSSeqgZs1fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TFNf4BytQKY/s200/birthday-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558742293171459570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, my birthday is coming.  There WAS a list of things that I wanted to do before I turned thirty.  Didn't happen.  Surprise.  So, being as I am turning 30 and have accomplished NOTHING...I thought I would start my list over except that it is now a things to do before I am 35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   Go to Yosemite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.   Get back to my pre-marriage weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   Grow my hair out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   Be successful at something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   Get out of debt.  Completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   Make a difference in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.   Adopt a baby or six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.   Change a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.   See the Yankees play baseball.  Live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.Grow my own garden, complete with tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  Be organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  Make my own skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  Make my own purse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  Go somewhere incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  Take a class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  Laugh until I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  Be a better wife, daughter and sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Go to a concert and see an artist that I admire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Spend more time on the important things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Spend less time worrying about stupid things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8523644772282105693?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8523644772282105693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8523644772282105693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8523644772282105693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8523644772282105693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-30really.html' title='Pre-30...Really?'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TSSeqgZs1fI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TFNf4BytQKY/s72-c/birthday-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7218296483808876423</id><published>2010-12-28T12:59:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:41:50.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><title type='text'>Benefits of Being a Kitty Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpDdwwtFHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H_dM4iavXU0/s1600/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpDdwwtFHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H_dM4iavXU0/s320/kittens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555827268899378290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First and foremost, I love my cats.  Anyone who doesn't know that doesn't really know me at all.&lt;div&gt;I believe there are many benefits of owning a kitten or two.  Of course, I am slightly biased, so I researched it.  And then I added some of my own.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  Emotional Support-kitties are always snuggly when you need them to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpGRyvzbSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/DmhH2wl3lxQ/s320/lilyb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  Significant reduction in cholesterol and blood pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  Attention provided to you by a cat provides a significant reduction in feelings of stress and loneliness that lead to depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpG2mdJ9rI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P2OQxUTO7Zw/s320/lily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  Weight loss- my kittens often want to share my lunch.  This results in me eating less.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  Humor- my cats do the funniest things.  See picture below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpFm9UZtLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/iwW3r8dQxUc/s320/jacksink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  Entertainment- cats provide hours of entertainment.  I could watch my cats do silly things all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpGoOJu2wI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l9rcy2OWCCc/s320/41089_1616259730394_1353372833_31639169_1229579_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  As an added benefit, when you have no children, you have no one to dress up.  They may fight you, but dressing up cats is also fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpHwpD8I8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/P018sClL7uI/s320/captjack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpHw7z9EkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CgtHjwfOW9w/s320/lilywitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*  One more thing, I just love them.  They are the best kittens in the world and keep me entertained, happy and healthy.  They are such good companions and listeners and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs010.ash2/33850_1643844059985_1353372833_31703249_609894_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(actually, this was just an excuse to post pictures of my kittens...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-7218296483808876423?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7218296483808876423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7218296483808876423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7218296483808876423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7218296483808876423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/12/benefits-of-being-kitty-owner.html' title='Benefits of Being a Kitty Owner'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TRpDdwwtFHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H_dM4iavXU0/s72-c/kittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-485067223931921642</id><published>2010-12-20T12:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:57:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Here is a variety of links that make me laugh about Christmas, which is a great accomplishment, because I am currently a giant scrooge.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-wrecks-of-christmas.html"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/12-wrecks-of-christmas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kraftmstr.com/christmas/humor/confuse.html"&gt;http://kraftmstr.com/christmas/humor/confuse.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-485067223931921642?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/485067223931921642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=485067223931921642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/485067223931921642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/485067223931921642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2311540821480758469</id><published>2010-12-15T17:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:53:49.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2010 from Scrooge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TQleT1B_b0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8TkXVMNRNYk/s1600/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TQleT1B_b0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8TkXVMNRNYk/s320/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551071710456803138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's that time of year again.  The time of year when my mailbox is FULL of letters about you, your children, their activities, etc.  I don't have children.  So, I figured that very few people actually care what Tim and I are doing.  Everyday.  Because it doesn't change.  So, here is my Christmas letter.  If you read it, great, if not...then you are obviously not seeing this.  I thought about making things up to sound amazing and wonderful, but that's just not who I am, so here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dearest Family and Friend(s)-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This year has been rather eventful, if you consider having burst sewer pipes, stitches, dead trucks and vet visits eventful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; We added two furry children to our family: Jack the Cat in December, and Lily Belle as an Un-Mother's Day present in May.  They don't play soccer, go to school, or have ballet.  They sleep, eat, purr, scratch my couch and eat my lunch when I am not looking.  And I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tim and I have been busy.  We work.  Sundays we go to church.  Then we come home.  That's all.  We are grateful for our jobs, our home, our cars and each other. We love our family and our kittens.  We love each other.  Nothing else matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went to Girls Camp as the Head Chicken in Charge in July.  Tim came too.  The cats stayed home.  We went to Yellowstone for Mothers Day weekend.  It was awesome.  The cats stayed home.  We visited my Granny Hippo in Rexburg once or twice a week until we moved her to IF to be closer.  The cats came along.  My brother got married to a girl that's a great cook.  I like her.  We went to Boise for that....and you guessed it-the cats stayed home.  I started teaching piano lessons.  It's pretty fun.  The cats watch and Tim listens from the other room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Welp, that's all there is.  Sorry it's not more exciting.  Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Best Solstice wishes and whatever else I'm missing.  Hopefully next year will be much more entertaining and I'll send a real letter.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2311540821480758469?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2311540821480758469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2311540821480758469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2311540821480758469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2311540821480758469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-letter-2010-from-scrooge.html' title='Christmas Letter 2010 from Scrooge.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TQleT1B_b0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8TkXVMNRNYk/s72-c/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3000151721136218000</id><published>2010-11-24T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:39:51.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>All I've Ever Wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TO2QBvCcfcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jvC4spN800I/s1600/grateful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TO2QBvCcfcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jvC4spN800I/s320/grateful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543245075843939778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  It's that time of year when we all feel thankful for everything we have, until Black Friday...the day when we all feel the urge to spend tons of money on useless garbage we don't need.  So, this year, I'm going to work on being grateful for what I already have.  I have started a daily "Gratitude Journal" in which I am trying to find SOMETHING to be thankful for everyday.  It's not always easy...In this process, I've come to realize that there is something to be grateful for in every aspect of my life, even in my trials.  There are lessons learned, friends made, qualities gained, relationships strengthened, and skills sharpened.  For example, in dealing with a certain trial in my life in the last few years, I've become much more empathetic towards others trials and have gained a softened heart.  So, in honor of this realization, I'm going to post some of the lyrics to one of my favorite songs by Michael McLean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What I Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I ever wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I ever dreamed of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everything I hoped and all the things I prayed for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Couldn't hold a candle to what I've been given, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been given what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A mansion on the hill or love like in the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Perfect little lives, where no one has a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Instead of all those things I thought I really wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been given what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Even when I didn't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When I thought you had no heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thank you for rejecting my demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And always giving me the better part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I ever wanted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I ever dreamed of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everything I hoped and all the things I prayed for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Couldn't hold a candle to what I've been given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been given what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all, I'm grateful for each one of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3000151721136218000?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3000151721136218000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3000151721136218000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3000151721136218000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3000151721136218000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-ive-ever-wanted.html' title='All I&apos;ve Ever Wanted...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TO2QBvCcfcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jvC4spN800I/s72-c/grateful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4219726705705703764</id><published>2010-11-02T13:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:47:48.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October~where did you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBo0L07psI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FJ7IwI52u0g/s320/10029_1227055480531_1353372833_30650568_5777412_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535039187775628994" /&gt;Okay, hullo. Been a while, right?&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, we celebrated our 9th (yes, 9 years) anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons that this is great:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love that he is nice to my cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love that he supports me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love what a good uncle, husband, friend, brother, person, hero blah blah blah that he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love that he makes me laugh everyday, even when I'm miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love that he is my knight in shining armor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love that he lets me drive his big, awesome, new to us pickup truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love every minute of our life together, even when I say I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBqQj1417I/AAAAAAAAANo/_wj4RCVnfTc/s1600/64654_1653251895175_1353372833_31722998_6486058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second-we went to Boise to hang with my fabulous fam. It was Palin's birthday. And everyone was there. I made her a tutu, gave her a magic wand, some jewelry to match and have thus, created a monster. :) She put it on and ran around the living room full of people who now think I am nuts hitting them with her wand and screaming "TaDaa" at the top of her lungs. It's her party and she'll "tadaa" if she wants to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBqQj1417I/AAAAAAAAANo/_wj4RCVnfTc/s1600/64654_1653251895175_1353372833_31722998_6486058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBqQj1417I/AAAAAAAAANo/_wj4RCVnfTc/s200/64654_1653251895175_1353372833_31722998_6486058_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535040774770055090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBqPIKo-II/AAAAAAAAANg/V15N7gxu6jQ/s1600/46341_1653241174907_1353372833_31722987_5313591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBqPIKo-II/AAAAAAAAANg/V15N7gxu6jQ/s200/46341_1653241174907_1353372833_31722987_5313591_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535040750161033346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBqPATq6zI/AAAAAAAAANY/twYKy1Q-YKI/s200/46341_1653241134906_1353372833_31722986_1598046_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535040748051426098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, been a fabulous month.  Bring on the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hugs.&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/5394751596808200732-4219726705705703764?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4219726705705703764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4219726705705703764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4219726705705703764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4219726705705703764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/11/octoberwhere-did-you-go.html' title='October~where did you go?'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TNBo0L07psI/AAAAAAAAANQ/FJ7IwI52u0g/s72-c/10029_1227055480531_1353372833_30650568_5777412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8860844321237881341</id><published>2010-08-31T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:39:01.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickerdoodle Muffins</title><content type='html'>I demand you try these...&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://creatinglineuponline.blogspot.com/2010/08/muffins.html"&gt;http://creatinglineuponline.blogspot.com/2010/08/muffins.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8860844321237881341?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8860844321237881341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8860844321237881341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8860844321237881341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8860844321237881341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/08/snickerdoodle-muffins.html' title='Snickerdoodle Muffins'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7979082356414275005</id><published>2010-08-11T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:56:56.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Girls Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TGLEuSdEnUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/drMKhZB2wc0/s1600/DSCN6955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TGLEuSdEnUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/drMKhZB2wc0/s320/DSCN6955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504177994106969410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt; is for the Great time that I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; is for the Itchy feeling I got from the horseflies on steroids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt; is for Rest and Relaxation of which I had none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt; is LOVE! (that's something I have a lot of...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; is for Smorritos-what else? Oh, yeah...and Starburst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt; is for the Christmas Carols we sang in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; is for Action-it was nonstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; is for Mischeif that we certainly got into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; is for Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the time of my life!  I worked harder than I ever have, but it was the most REWARDING experience ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; To my little Chickens- I love you to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my Directors with a K- my newest bestest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To those of you who volunteered your time-I love you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-7979082356414275005?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7979082356414275005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7979082356414275005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7979082356414275005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7979082356414275005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/08/g-is-for-great-time-that-i-had.html' title='Girls Camp!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TGLEuSdEnUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/drMKhZB2wc0/s72-c/DSCN6955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-556517190774783374</id><published>2010-07-07T11:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:44:53.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Bountiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TDS3I831UQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rOrumb6IAwA/s1600/n40869244381_1110071_3152-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TDS3I831UQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rOrumb6IAwA/s320/n40869244381_1110071_3152-300x225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491215210078621954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl who LOVES a bargain.  (note all the Deseret Industries bags at my house...)  So, may I just say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Bountiful Baskets.  It is a heck of a deal.  Tim and I have become faithful followers/contributors/whatever-ers.  Maybe we should call ourselves Basket Cases...perhaps not.  Anyhow, for the low price of $15.00 (plus a $1.50 service charge)  we get TWO laundry baskets of produce.  And it's usually awesome produce.  Example-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TDS2TAuqniI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pTlGpL1mvdQ/s1600/n40869244381_1110071_3152-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;last Saturday- Watermelon, pineapple, canteloupe, carrots, celery, lettuce, brussel sprouts, bananas, tomatoes, and bunches more.  Two weeks ago, we got almost two full pounds of cherries and a whole bunch of plums as well as the usual apples, bananas, lettuce, etc.  If you add all of this up at the grocery store, it will usually total up to around $70.  In a world where we need to making more healthy eating choices, this seems to be the most economical way to go.  Also, they support local farms when they can, recycle all containers and the entire operation is run by volunteers.  (like me)  We are currently working to open our own site, so stay tuned for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The other thing about Bountiful Baskets that I adore is that often times, I receive produce that I would not normally purchase such as artichokes, avocados, baby bok choy, brussel sprouts, and many other things.  This encourages me to try new things and forces me to find new recipes.  I have found that I don't love baby bok choy, I do love artichokes, and adding avocado to anything makes it better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also love the special bargains they offer.  For example, my friend Jenn and I purchase 25 pounds of fresh peaches for only $12.50.  This week I purchased 12 pints of blueberries for $20.  The first time I contributed, I purchased 8 pounds of Strawberries for $1.00 a pound!  Unheard of in this area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am strongly encouraging all of you to give this a shot.  Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.bountifulbaskets.org"&gt;www.bountifulbaskets.org &lt;/a&gt;today!  It will give you all the information you need to get started.  There is a one time $3.00 set up fee, but really?  Still a great deal.  Caution-in this area-they go fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,  K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-556517190774783374?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/556517190774783374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=556517190774783374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/556517190774783374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/556517190774783374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-bountiful.html' title='Being Bountiful...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TDS3I831UQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rOrumb6IAwA/s72-c/n40869244381_1110071_3152-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2707647615743939314</id><published>2010-06-10T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:44:51.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Because music is such an important part of my life, I have decided that I am going to occasionally post song lyrics that reflect my feelings as opposed to typing 8000 words and having completely un-organized thoughts.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2707647615743939314?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2707647615743939314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2707647615743939314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2707647615743939314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2707647615743939314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3698291988768276210</id><published>2010-06-10T14:34:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:47:27.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>Happy Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TBFambMduKI/AAAAAAAAAME/UcUvvL3RO1A/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TBFambMduKI/AAAAAAAAAME/UcUvvL3RO1A/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481261837668169890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love Mother, she loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We love Father, yes sirree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He loves us and so you see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are a Happy Family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love my brothers, they love me. (i hope...)&lt;br /&gt;We love our sisters, yes sirree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They love us  (i think...) and so you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are a Happy Family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TBFal8OMk5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Nmh55xk8Tfo/s1600/DSCN6327.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/_Zariurg_Yis/TBFal8OMk5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Nmh55xk8Tfo/s320/DSCN6327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481261829353935762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Jack the Cat, he loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love Lilly Cat, yes siree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love us and so you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are a Happy Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3698291988768276210?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3698291988768276210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3698291988768276210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3698291988768276210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3698291988768276210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/TBFambMduKI/AAAAAAAAAME/UcUvvL3RO1A/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5497827628203057267</id><published>2010-05-08T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:06:53.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellowstone'/><title type='text'>Happy UN-Mother's Day to me...</title><content type='html'>Happy Un-Mother's Day to me.  Yes, I said it. &lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would not advocate skipping church, however, I don't do church on Mother's Day.  Regardless of what others say, or the reasoning they give me over and over, it's not the easiest day of my life.  Partially because I miss my mom and partially because, well, let's face it...being a mother to a CAT is not something extraordinary. &lt;br /&gt;So, my AMAZING husband (who I adore) made reservations at a GORGEOUS hotel in West Yellowstone, Montana and we have been blissfully exploring the park today and will continue to do so tomorrow.  It has been a beautiful, unstressful and guilt-free day.  We have acutally discussed making this a tradition.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE Yellowstone Park.  There are so many things that I can see and learn and do every day here and NEVER get bored.  Like today,for instance, I learned that a petrified tree is not actually a tree that got very, very frightened.  It was actually covered in water, mud and volcanic ash and is now basically a rock.  Also, I read in Yellowstone Today that personal pepper spray will NOT work on a bear.  I am super visual, so I am picturing a small Asian woman spraying a bear with the pepper spray that you find in the check out aisle at WalMart and the bear laughing (mwa ha ha ha) and eating her anyways.  Terrible?  Yes.  Funnny?  Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;Also, today, I have become re-acquainted with Tim.  He is funny and gentle and goofy and has better eyesight than anyone I have ever met.  He is also very friendly and helpful and not at all afraid to share the fact that he just found a huge Grizzly Bear on the second ridge 8 gazillion miles away with strangers.  I am reminded of how much I love him and how much fun we can have together.  This was just what I needed this weekend.  To remember that my life is NOT empty and meaningless.  I am important to someone and he needs me and he will always love me...no matter what.  So, happy Mother's Day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5497827628203057267?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5497827628203057267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5497827628203057267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5497827628203057267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5497827628203057267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-un-mothers-day-to-me.html' title='Happy UN-Mother&apos;s Day to me...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4108727962901129344</id><published>2010-04-26T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:16:02.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING WOMEN</title><content type='html'>Here is my list of today-Women that I think are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Mom-you're my mom.  that's why.&lt;br /&gt;Mom Jennings- you gave me tim.  thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Terri (yes...you in CA)-you always make me feel better!&lt;br /&gt;Lauri-fish-what can i say?  you're my lauri-fish.&lt;br /&gt;Jess-just love you.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ann- and you too.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Lee- the sister i never had.&lt;br /&gt;Krista Lynn-ditto&lt;br /&gt;Becky Ann-ditto&lt;br /&gt;Heidi- ditto&lt;br /&gt;Crystal-ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Julia- ditto.&lt;br /&gt;Mary - supermom, super RS president, practically perfect in every way.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Ricks-for still being vivacious, amazing and beautiful through all your trials.&lt;br /&gt;Natausha-best VT partner ever.&lt;br /&gt;Kendra-just love you to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.  If I forgot you, give me a day or so to add more.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4108727962901129344?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4108727962901129344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4108727962901129344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4108727962901129344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4108727962901129344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing-women.html' title='AMAZING WOMEN'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4673210531880003314</id><published>2010-04-24T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:23:36.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously...</title><content type='html'>So, the hard part of this for me is keeping this silly thing updated.  I obviously stink at it.  So, here goes-a massive update.  :)&lt;br /&gt;* Weight Loss for Team Jennings-doing it.  I am going to the gym three times a week and just spent a crud load of cash on the Wii Fit.  Must. Be. Skinny. 15 pounds down-60 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;* Jack the Cat- Love him.  A lot.  So much in fact that we are buying Jack a sister so he won't be lonely.  Name suggestions for a little girl cat will be appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;* Girls Camp-AARRRRGGGHHHHH!  Old ladies gossip too much.  Girls Camp WILL be successful, despite the doubts of certain people about me and my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;* Family- busy.  In Utah this weekend for Birthday Partays, in Boise in four weeks for *sniff* my little brother's wedding.  *sniff* again.&lt;br /&gt;*Work-  :/ Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;* Life- AMAZING!  Just realized that it was 8 years ago that Tim proposed to me.  How lucky am I?  And how smart am I for saying yes?!?!  I love him too too much.&lt;br /&gt;There you go.  See you in a couple months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4673210531880003314?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4673210531880003314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4673210531880003314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4673210531880003314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4673210531880003314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/04/obviously.html' title='Obviously...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4398525605711327278</id><published>2010-03-23T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:15:34.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack the Cat, American in Paris, New Job, Blah, Blah, Blah.</title><content type='html'>Let's pretend that I have actually been doing this like I am supposed to.  Ha.  Slacker.  Due to my lack of internet and my lack of actual caring, I have not updated anything since December.  Currently, I am at work.  Some of my sweet customers have been after me to update.  So, that's what I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, first big news, Tim got me a cat for Christmas.  He is the most precious and precocious siamese kitten in the whole world.  I named him Jack.  After Captain Jack Sparrow, Jackalope, Jackie Chan, etc.  Tim has been out of town for a week and Jack has been uber protective.   He is always on my heels and has taken to sleeping in front of my bedroom door so if there is a monster or a mouse or a burglar or a stray piece of cheese trying to attack, they will have to get past him to get to me.  I have been finding him in the strangest places like inside the washer, the kitchen sink (full of dishwater of course) and calmly sitting amid flannel, polycotton and fleece in my sewing room on the shelf.  He is just like a kid.  He likes to be rocked and covered with his blankie.  Wierd.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, next.  My dad got a new job.  In Wyoming.  No, not as a cowboy.  He is managing a store and seems to enjoy it, but really?  Wyoming?  At least it's a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And next, the highlight of my life lately, has been watching old, classic Gene Kelly movies.  I had forgotten how much I love him!  I advise everyone to watch these two movies-An American in Paris and Anchors Aweigh with Frank Sinatra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tim has been off in New Mexico hunting antelope on steroids (oryx?) with his sister.  Sounds like they had fun, but I'll be glad for him to be home again today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life in a nutshell.  Not exciting.  Still, it's mine and I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4398525605711327278?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4398525605711327278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4398525605711327278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4398525605711327278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4398525605711327278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2010/03/jack-cat-american-in-paris-new-job-blah.html' title='Jack the Cat, American in Paris, New Job, Blah, Blah, Blah.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2543273619709639040</id><published>2009-12-03T14:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:50:08.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Your Help!!!</title><content type='html'>Howdy all-&lt;br /&gt;Being as this is the season of giving, I have decided to have a more Christ-like Christmas at my house.  In this spirit, I am trying to do a large scale service project.  Please check out the following link and let me know if you are interested in helping me out.  I probably won't be ready by Christmas, but we can start up in the new year.  This is a great organization and would be a very simple way to give back to the world and pay it forward.  It's not time consuming and all talents are welcome.  Let me know if you would like to help by emailing me at timandkatiej@gmail.com.  Or, you can just give me a call, or whatever....  Help me help these little munchkins-and Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.conkerrcancer.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2543273619709639040?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2543273619709639040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2543273619709639040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2543273619709639040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2543273619709639040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-your-help.html' title='I Need Your Help!!!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2106023394414577902</id><published>2009-12-03T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:26:10.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW!</title><content type='html'>Just want you to know that there are new pictures at www.jellybeanjunctionphotos.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2106023394414577902?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2106023394414577902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2106023394414577902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2106023394414577902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2106023394414577902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/12/new.html' title='NEW!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-2275449260508738817</id><published>2009-11-21T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:59:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful.  Period.  That's it.  I found myself grumping around yesterday about my roots showing and about my job stinking and about the trashy, slow people at WalMart that extended my shopping time because they are slow.  Then I thought to myself- Katie Jean (that's what I call myself ...)  SHUT UP!  You should be thankful that a.) you have hair to complain about. b.) you have a job and c.) you have a WalMart.  So, I am thankful.  This year, I have so MUCH to be grateful for.  So here goes....pay attention, you might be in here. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I AM THANKFUL FOR... 1. the gospel of Jesus Christ.  2.  An amazing husband.  3.  Awesome parents who get more dear to my heart everyday.  4.  Super duper in-laws.  5.  Brothers who are also some of my best friends.  6.  Mrs. Buffy.  7. Nieces and nephews.  8. Forever Families.  9. Sistas from other mistas- Rachel Ann, my Jessicas, Jenn and the rest of you.  10.  A cute little house.  11. My Job.  Most days.  12.  Fun customers that are also friends.  13.  Cough syrup.  14.  Good hair.  15.  Grandmas.  16.  Fuzzies  17.  Potatoes.  Shhh.  18.  the time I spent with Palin.  19.  Temples.  20.  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sunbeams.&lt;/span&gt;  21.  Ipods.  22.  Pianos.  23. Thrift Stores.  24. Cell phones.  25. sunglasses.  26. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;snowflakes.&lt;/span&gt;  27. fabric stores.  28.  the color &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red.&lt;/span&gt;  29.  squirrelys.  30.  Tim.  Oh wait, I already mentioned him?  Well, then I am SUPER thankful for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep going...but my time at the library is running out.  :)  oh yeah.  31.  Libraries.&lt;br /&gt;So, this year....be thankful.  not for anything specific, but just thankful.  My Heavenly Father gives me trials on a daily basis that I pay attention to, but He also blesses me EVERY DAY!    So, here I am....thankful.  Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-2275449260508738817?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/2275449260508738817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=2275449260508738817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2275449260508738817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/2275449260508738817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6720180589494379383</id><published>2009-10-23T11:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:30:13.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is having a Grandma Hippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SuHlWznGHjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KKhZufcbewI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395846008540634674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SuHlWznGHjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KKhZufcbewI/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I love this little hippo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been sure why I've called her that, but I have always called her Grandma Hippo.  She has been sooooo sick lately and it breaks my little pea pickin heart.  It has been a great opportunity to reflect on all the things that she has done for me and helped me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, Grandma taught me that having hair in your face is bad.  It doesn't matter if that is the style or you just don't care, she always had a tacky, little, plastic barrette to pin my bangs back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma also taught me that it's not necessarily a bad thing to swallow water from the canal.  You shouldn't actively drink it, but unlike Mrs. Swagger, Grandma never told me that I was going to die or be severly deformed because I like to swim in the canal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popsicles are okay for breakfast.  Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said popsicles must have a paper towel square underneath them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pig tails are still an acceptable way to do your hair, not matter how old you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are 80 years old, you can eat whatever you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little old ladies are excused from everything.  That's just the way it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything can be fixed with a bandaid, a barrette or a needle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and a popsicle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toys that make loud noises are great revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You must wear nylons.  Women who don't...welll.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you drink, chances are, you will be made fun of FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(aka Mark Lutz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because the world is going to end doesn't mean you won't need toilet paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A flour sack dish towel can be used for EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wagons are an acceptable mode of transportation.  So are lawnmowers.  And roller skates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If mom says no, chances are...Grandma will say yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last but not least-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love your family.  They will choose your nursing home.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All joking aside-my grandma is an amazing person.  She is a kindred spirit and I will love her forever and ever and ever and ever.  She is the kindest person that I know and the closer she gets to heaven, the more I can see her little heart of gold shine through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There.  Reminiscing done.  Now, I have to get on with life and go be a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6720180589494379383?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6720180589494379383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6720180589494379383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6720180589494379383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6720180589494379383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-having-grandma-hippo.html' title='Love is having a Grandma Hippo'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SuHlWznGHjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KKhZufcbewI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8360394400949983596</id><published>2009-09-30T14:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:09:06.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jellybean Junction is Here and you're all invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to invite you all you to view and follow my newest venture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jellybeanjunctionphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.jellybeanjunctionphotos.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love any and all comments you have-one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am considering doing Halloween shots - what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8360394400949983596?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8360394400949983596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8360394400949983596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8360394400949983596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8360394400949983596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/09/jellybean-junction-is-here-and-youre.html' title='Jellybean Junction is Here and you&apos;re all invited!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3969223929416696418</id><published>2009-09-11T14:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:47:29.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Benefits of Being Us... Just us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/Sqq3zrOCAeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eD8WzbfDJhU/s1600-h/MESA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380314803250266594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/Sqq3zrOCAeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eD8WzbfDJhU/s200/MESA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Childless Couple&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have spent wayyy too long dwelling on the fact that I am obviously not meant to be someone's mommy. In the last little while, I have come to the realization that this is not necessarily a bad thing all the time. So, I have decided that I am going to blog today on the benefits of being DINKs. (double income, no kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Just that! Two paychecks, no human responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. We can sleep through the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Only 2 suitcases to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. We can get up and go whenever and wherever we feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. No diapers or barf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. No macaroni and cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I get to watch Disney movies because I WANT TO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Blissfully shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Clean car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. I get to keep my parents all to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. We are the favorite aunt and uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. More time to spend with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. I don't have to get anyone ready for church but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. I only have to entertain one person during sacrament meeting- Tim. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. No diapers or barf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However, there are disadvantages... for example...I think that my husband will be the greatest dad ever! My parents deserve to have more grandkids. I want to sew baby clothes. All of our friends have kids and hang out with other people that HAVE KIDS.  There are so many negatives about this whole situation, but there are also a lot of positives.  So for those of you that feel bad for me, stop.  I am happy.  I am blissfully happy.   How many girls get to be married to Superman? (who, might I add, is my best friend in the whole world..)  And maybe, someday, I'll even have a cat!  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hugs and kisses to all!&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/5394751596808200732-3969223929416696418?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3969223929416696418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3969223929416696418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3969223929416696418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3969223929416696418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/09/benefits-of-being-us-just-us.html' title='The Benefits of Being Us... Just us.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/Sqq3zrOCAeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/eD8WzbfDJhU/s72-c/MESA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1695125541227920448</id><published>2009-08-10T14:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:14:16.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make a small town girl happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLS_WKDqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/01pWcAY74fA/s1600-h/DSCN2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLR2R7eaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/c9i9hG4Xigc/s1600-h/DSCN2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have officially decided that there is no better way to spend a weekend than doing things that make you smile.  Life is way too short to stress out about all of the garbage.  So, this weekend, I took a break from the fast lane that I call my life and spent my Saturday having fun.  Tim and I went to the "grown-up" side of the Idaho Falls Roaring Youth Jam.  We went to the car show, watched the boat races and had a heck of a time!  It helped me re-discover that simple things really can make you smile!  I am so in love with Tim, with being outside, with classic cars, with life!  Funny, how a few shiny cars, a snowcone and spending the day with your best friend can make all the little annoyances and stresses in your life dissappear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLR2R7eaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/c9i9hG4Xigc/s1600-h/DSCN2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368443894570383778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLR2R7eaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/c9i9hG4Xigc/s200/DSCN2693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLS_WKDqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/01pWcAY74fA/s1600-h/DSCN2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368443914183904930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLS_WKDqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/01pWcAY74fA/s200/DSCN2663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLSUvv8RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pVisPAQOomo/s1600-h/DSCN2698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368443902748520722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLSUvv8RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pVisPAQOomo/s200/DSCN2698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1695125541227920448?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1695125541227920448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1695125541227920448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1695125541227920448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1695125541227920448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-make-small-town-girl-happy.html' title='Things that make a small town girl happy...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SoCLR2R7eaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/c9i9hG4Xigc/s72-c/DSCN2693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4257051262891691936</id><published>2009-07-13T14:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:31:38.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Newest Shenanigans of the Jennings Family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHENANIGANS OF THE JENNINGS FAMILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358050011281133170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlueGNswjnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JSG683M4bSI/s200/DSCN1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, you haven't noticed that I have been neglecting my blog. However, I am making amends right this minute while I should be working, because honestly...I would rather do this(tee hee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a busy, crazy summer already. Yellowstone with the parents (Tim's), to Boise for Dustin's graduation, to Henry's Lake and Yellowstone and all over the country with Becky and family AND Girls' Camp. I have recently taken to photographing everything as opposed to writing it down, so hopefully, you enjoy the pictures~&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358053485567941154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SluhQcbSGiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rwCayFFbWxQ/s200/DSCN1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the whole fam at the zoo-minus the picture taker...(me.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358057120179662642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlukkAaPrzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fHbiQ3QVmTs/s200/DSCN1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, after the zoo to the ice cream parlor, to fatten ourselves with creamy, dairy, goodness. I think that maybe Jared enjoyed it more than the rest of us.... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058758853644898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlumDY8kUmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/k5z6f3ZtUFM/s200/DSCN1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058750346231122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlumC5QPfVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nDpJJD14eUs/s200/DSCN1754.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are at Bear World-obviously "beary" happy to be there....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More to come - stay tuned.  Same bat time, same bat channel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4257051262891691936?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4257051262891691936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4257051262891691936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4257051262891691936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4257051262891691936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/07/newest-shenanigans-of-jennings-family.html' title='Newest Shenanigans of the Jennings Family...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlueGNswjnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JSG683M4bSI/s72-c/DSCN1451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4941478775827338995</id><published>2009-06-18T10:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:38:41.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am soooo over looking at everyone else's displays of homemaker-y-ness.  So, check out my new blog listed below...awesome embroidery patterns today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katiescraftiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.katiescraftiness.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4941478775827338995?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4941478775827338995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4941478775827338995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4941478775827338995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4941478775827338995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8505566451146234642</id><published>2009-05-08T13:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:36:25.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my Mommy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SgSUxx3PpiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Fd_PkhzJRcI/s1600-h/palinandmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333551441633060386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SgSUxx3PpiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Fd_PkhzJRcI/s200/palinandmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; is for Momface, Mama and Marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; is for OhBoy, OhNo, Oh Brother and Otha Motha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; is for Turkey, Treats, Trouble maker, and thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; is for Hairbrush-you know, the one you beat me with. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; is for Eggplant Suit and everything-which is what you are to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; is for Rowdy, Rambunctious, Respected, Revered, and Retarded (which is what your kids are.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mom-I could have written something tender and touching and completely unlike me, but who are we kidding?  I am no good at that.  Thank you for being the best mom anyone could ever have.  I love you more than I can say.  (even though you did beat me with a hairbrush...)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;To all the rest of the moms: (including mine...)  Thank you for your timeless devotion and selfless actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8505566451146234642?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8505566451146234642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8505566451146234642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8505566451146234642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8505566451146234642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/05/tribute-to-my-mommy.html' title='Tribute to my Mommy.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SgSUxx3PpiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Fd_PkhzJRcI/s72-c/palinandmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4102494295119963305</id><published>2009-05-05T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:18:02.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my gosh!  It's already May!  April totally flew by for me and I didn't even do anything horribly exciting!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Easter came and went without much celebration-because, really?  Who wants to see two adults outside looking for eggs in their jammies?  We did dye eggs with our favorite cohorts-Nate and Jess.  It was interesting.  Tim and Nathan are always good for laughs and dirty jokes when we decorate ANYTHING-be it cookies, eggs, cakes, gingerbread houses-together.  They're just a couple of knot heads if you ask me&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;My mom came down for a while and we did the whole nursing home thing.  We played piano and made Grandma proud.  It's still tough for me to do that-I used to play for my Grandpa and still think of him often whenever I play.  We also got to see my sister in law Crystal (love her!) and my sweet, gorgeous, perfect niece Palin.  I just love to hold her and play with her and talk to her and everything!  She is so precious and I adore her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My little (but bigger than me) brother turned 23 on the 30th.  I can still remember when he was just a little munchkin.  I remember the day my mom and dad brought him home.  From the minute I met him, he was MY baby.  He is still one of my very best friends and I don't know what I would ever do without him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The very last day or two of April , Tim's parents came down.  We went to Yellowstone and I met some buffalo face to face.  Yikes!  Thanks Tim for rolling the window down.  It was a beautiful day and we had SOOOO much fun.  It was fun to see Tim's mom in a different environment and capacity.  I always knew that she was fun, I just didn't ever realize how much fun!  And it was good to see Tim so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welp, can't think of much else-so there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4102494295119963305?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4102494295119963305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4102494295119963305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4102494295119963305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4102494295119963305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-highlights.html' title='April Highlights'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7740211643106358228</id><published>2009-04-15T15:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:59:38.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://natelovesjessandsavannah.blogspot.com/2009/04/five.html"&gt;five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAB FIVE:OK! So this is how this works...The first 5 people to respond to this post will receive something made by me, just for you. Of course there are some restrictions and limitations:1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! :)2. What I create will be just for you.3. It will be done some time within the next year :)4. You have no clue what it will be... Could be lint from my dryer :D) Who knows? Not you, that's for sure. ;-) 5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.6. I will send it anywhere! It doesn't matter where you live!The catch? The catch is that you must repost this on your own blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on their blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did will win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-7740211643106358228?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7740211643106358228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7740211643106358228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7740211643106358228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7740211643106358228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/04/fab-five.html' title='Fab Five'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4124027312020703020</id><published>2009-03-27T10:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:24:26.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/Sc0Hb4ZzQOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qb7zOoUOuys/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317914910572888290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/Sc0Hb4ZzQOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qb7zOoUOuys/s200/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so I am very aware that I am slacking this month in the world of blog.  So, here are the highlights....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;March 2nd&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;  Jamie and Danno's 7th Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;March 13th&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Trip to Nephi for Derek Timothy's birthday.  We bought him a horse that makes noise.  Yay for Uncle Tim and Uncle Katie.  No, I did not make a mistake.  I walked into the room and this is what came out of his sweet little mouth..."UNCLE KATIE!  There her is!!"  Then, his parents convinced the little scamp to name his new horse, what else, Uncle Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;March 18th&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;  Ice cream day with Rachel.  I have not laughed so hard for a very long time.  I hate that you are leaving, my Rachel Ann.  I will miss you bunches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 20th-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Anitques and lunch with Jenn face.  Wow,  I love other people's junk.  Tim took me to Bubba's Barbecue for dinner.  Oh my yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 21st-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shopping Saturday with Jess.  I found the cutest bunny lamp and had to have it for my Easter decorations.  I got to go to all the fun places that I never get to go to with my husband.  Thank you Jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 22nd-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Taught sharing time.  Wow, lots of kids. Listened to little primary singers.  Made life worthwhile. Had the Noah's Ark lesson....I made an ark out of posterboard!  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;March 24th-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  The beginning of my "I am going to make dinner" project.  So far, successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 27th-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (that's today) My mom is coming to visit!  I am so flipping excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, there it is....the highlights of March.  Let's hope that April proves to be a touch warmer and Spring shows itself.  Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4124027312020703020?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4124027312020703020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4124027312020703020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4124027312020703020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4124027312020703020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-highlights.html' title='March Highlights'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/Sc0Hb4ZzQOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qb7zOoUOuys/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6659195897471235932</id><published>2009-02-26T15:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:38:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I found this highly entertaining....try it!  it's fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how it works: Google “[your first name] needs” and share the first 10 results.&lt;br /&gt;That's it: it is that simple. But be honest! These are actual quotes from the top ten results.&lt;br /&gt;Tag the person who tagged you, and pass it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Katie needs...HULA LESSONS.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(right....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Katie needs...YOUR HELP. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no really, I do...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Katie needs...TO WORK ON HER POSTURE.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (whatever.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Katie needs...TO BE ON HER OWN. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(okay, that's really true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Katie needs...AUSTRALIA.&lt;br /&gt;6. Katie needs...TO SMILE. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(with my newly cleaned teeth...shiny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Katie needs...PARENTING CLASSES. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(what the heck for?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Katie needs...NEW JEANS. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(levi's preferably..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Katie needs...TO HIT THE RESET BUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;10.Katie needs...DESSERTS.  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no kidding.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, now it's your turn.  Copy, paste, fill in.  Not too hard.  Consider yourself tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6659195897471235932?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6659195897471235932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6659195897471235932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6659195897471235932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6659195897471235932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-need.html' title='What I Need...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8951092971970901340</id><published>2009-02-13T08:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:44:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Love, LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SZWRDYiSawI/AAAAAAAAADA/NKEj89EnQe0/s1600-h/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302303623610526466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SZWRDYiSawI/AAAAAAAAADA/NKEj89EnQe0/s200/mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!  I think that sometimes I focus a lot on the negative....on the drama, on the things that don't matter.  So, I thought that I would try and list some of the things that I love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.  No Joke.  He may be obnoxious at times (shocker...) but he knows me better than anyone-what I need, how to make me laugh.  He is so supportive and kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I have the best family anyone could ever ask for.  I have an amazing mother and a wonderful father.  My brothers are awesome!  I have the best in-laws ever...no kidding.  And my nieces and nephews...don't even get me started!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-  Families can be together forever?  Thank you.  What better thing to strive for?  The promise of that is enough for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My sunbeams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I love my sunbeam class.  They are so sweet and open to learning.  And really, there is nothing better than hearing my sunbeams sing primary songs at the top of their lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-  Sure, it's stressful, but what isn't? I cannot think of a better use of my time at this point in my life.  I have wanted to work here since I was a little girl and now I'm here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- You know who you are.  I love you and would not be the person that I am without you.  (and your cute kids...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8951092971970901340?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8951092971970901340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8951092971970901340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8951092971970901340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8951092971970901340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-love-love.html' title='Love, Love, LOVE!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SZWRDYiSawI/AAAAAAAAADA/NKEj89EnQe0/s72-c/mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1775427330610665449</id><published>2009-01-26T14:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:05:19.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something...</title><content type='html'>1.   Something I want to see:  Italy, the Eiffel Tower, a Yankees game, a Broncos game, my husband as someone's daddy, my family to all be happy.&lt;br /&gt;2.   Something that inspires me:  Priesthood, family, my husband's patience, my mother.&lt;br /&gt;3.   Something that makes me angry: people that are okay with abortion, ignorance, assumptions that don't make sense, complete stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;4.   Something that hurts a little: being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;5.   Something I've gotten used to: not being perfect all the time.&lt;br /&gt;6.   Something I collect: water globes, movies, memories,&lt;br /&gt;7.   Something I always carry with me: cell phone, purse, hair brush.&lt;br /&gt;8.   Something I want to be: Someone important.  A good wife.  Somebody's mother.&lt;br /&gt;9.   Something I dread: going to work.  &lt;br /&gt;10. Something that I have learned: to be patient, to be more understanding, to be okay with who I am.&lt;br /&gt;11. Something I read: books.  any.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Something I want to understand: everything.  I question everything.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Someone I'm going to tag: Anyone caught reading this (Yes, that means YOU!) [Directions: copy and paste this into your text window, then erase my answers and add your own.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1775427330610665449?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1775427330610665449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1775427330610665449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1775427330610665449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1775427330610665449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/01/something.html' title='Something...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6817538704027249525</id><published>2009-01-20T14:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:50:12.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish they all could be California Girls....NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SXZBqWq72fI/AAAAAAAAACs/3IpK0MJApes/s1600-h/1216_02_72---Palm-tree--Las-Vegas--Nevada--USA_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293490607916571122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SXZBqWq72fI/AAAAAAAAACs/3IpK0MJApes/s200/1216_02_72---Palm-tree--Las-Vegas--Nevada--USA_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No offense to my Cali friends, but I am thankful to be a small town girl.  I was away from home for 6 whole days!  YUCK.  For those of you who don't know, I was at the NAMM show in Anaheim CA.  Now, seriously.  The weather was beautiful, the food is great, the events were exciting, the show was great.  However, I was so glad to get home, I cried the last ten minutes of my flight into IF.  Seeing Tim at the airport was the highlight of my year. (so far...)I had forgotten how much I love him and need him on a daily basis just to talk with or hold hands with.  Sounds silly, but I really mean it.  I am not a fan of traffic or smoking or alcohol everywhere I look or people who don't like Mormons.   I am not a fan of the neverending sea of trashy celebrity seekers who look like a) they haven't showered. b) they forgot half of their clothes at home and c) really should be wearing more clothes...for jiggling reasons.  Also, I experienced some new things while there.  I ate Kobe Beef-which is super tasty.  I watched someone eat soup that had something's face in it.  I ate Creme Brulee.  Yum.  I went on my first lesbian date, I think.  Not so great.  Weird, awkward, actually.  Un-fun.  Also, I was the only white person in a restaurant.  I've never had that happen before.  Really.  The biggest thing again, was how much I realized that Tim is the center of my world.  I missed my bed, family, tv, etc, but none of those compare to how much I missed my husband.  I am so glad to be home and back in my little bitty town.  Thank you IF for being just the right size!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6817538704027249525?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6817538704027249525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6817538704027249525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6817538704027249525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6817538704027249525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-they-all-could-be-california.html' title='I wish they all could be California Girls....NOT!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SXZBqWq72fI/AAAAAAAAACs/3IpK0MJApes/s72-c/1216_02_72---Palm-tree--Las-Vegas--Nevada--USA_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7339426938309455845</id><published>2009-01-05T16:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:28:52.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SWKTSncX81I/AAAAAAAAACk/X682-B9iT94/s1600-h/surprise(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287950860521304914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SWKTSncX81I/AAAAAAAAACk/X682-B9iT94/s400/surprise(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I DID IT! I kept a secret from my beloved for a whole month! My sweet hubby turned the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BIG 3-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on New Years Day. Holy cow. That sounds really old when you write it down. Yikes. Well, anyhow, for the first time in my life, I successfully threw a SWEET surprise party. I successfully invited his family and cooked and decorated (with the help of his awesome sisters and mom...) without ever telling him! It was pretty fun, with the exception of some depressing news in the middle. It was good to see family and people that we haven't seen in a very long time...(little Larry). So, happy birthday to Tim and....it was Rachel's birthday too! So, happy birthday to Rachel, also.&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/5394751596808200732-7339426938309455845?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7339426938309455845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7339426938309455845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7339426938309455845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7339426938309455845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SWKTSncX81I/AAAAAAAAACk/X682-B9iT94/s72-c/surprise(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-8425068870139072637</id><published>2008-12-30T13:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:30:39.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for...</title><content type='html'>Game time!!!! I thought that this might be fun to play. All you have to do is make a list of ten of your favorite things. But there is a little catch. Everything on the list has to start with a specific letter of the Alphabet. That letter is randomly assigned by the blogger who you are playing with!&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned the letter L by Rachel Ann!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Husband- enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Bars- best way to pay your friend for moving your fridge. ( and tasty too!)&lt;br /&gt;LDS Church- not sure where I would be without it-p.s. eternal families are AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;L Street- where my cute little home is.&lt;br /&gt;Licorice- Any kind-as long as it is soft.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna- Yum. &lt;br /&gt;Laughter- I LOVE to laugh, loud and long and clear...&lt;br /&gt;LaLaLaLa- I love music-it is my life.&lt;br /&gt;Lions-  They are brave and furry.&lt;br /&gt;Locks- They keep us safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go.  If you want to play, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-8425068870139072637?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/8425068870139072637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=8425068870139072637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8425068870139072637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/8425068870139072637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/12/l-is-for.html' title='L is for...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3248198719302339778</id><published>2008-12-16T13:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:59:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SUgUaDUJmaI/AAAAAAAAACc/j2KOHBdgTjk/s1600-h/Gingerbread+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280493000890882466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SUgUaDUJmaI/AAAAAAAAACc/j2KOHBdgTjk/s400/Gingerbread+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more."  (the Grinch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had so much fun building gingerbread houses with our favorite people (uh, Nathan and Jessica..) this last week.  It really helped to get me back in the Christmas spirit.  I have been kind of out of it this year with all the stress and unpleasantness of it.  This year, we won't be doing a whole lot for Christmas, but like the Grinch said-Christmas doesn't come from a store.  I have been humbled this year into remembering that Christmas is about the birth of our Savior.  In this day and age, it is so easy to forget about Him and all that He did for us. I know that I need to take the time to remember that every day.  It might make life a touch more pleasant.  So, thanks for the gingerbread you two.  And thanks for bringing your cute baby.  It made my day! (of course.)  On a lighter note, Tim and I are going to my mom and dad's in TWO DAYS!  I love it!  I am so excited to see my parents and my cat! And everything else!  So, Merry Christmas to all-and to all, uh, other stuff too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3248198719302339778?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3248198719302339778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3248198719302339778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3248198719302339778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3248198719302339778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is.html' title='Christmas is...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SUgUaDUJmaI/AAAAAAAAACc/j2KOHBdgTjk/s72-c/Gingerbread+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1442798466763455079</id><published>2008-12-03T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:36:26.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/STbB4FXsccI/AAAAAAAAACU/wuZwNP2WNcw/s1600-h/n1003188007_30201605_6969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275617182769508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/STbB4FXsccI/AAAAAAAAACU/wuZwNP2WNcw/s320/n1003188007_30201605_6969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I lied.  Malibu Barbie will not be fine....I have to buy a new car because-(drumroll please....)my car is totalled.  I apologize Malibu Barbie.  We had some good times, really sorry for mangling you.  Bon voyage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1442798466763455079?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1442798466763455079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1442798466763455079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1442798466763455079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1442798466763455079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/12/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/STbB4FXsccI/AAAAAAAAACU/wuZwNP2WNcw/s72-c/n1003188007_30201605_6969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-1412724357707476388</id><published>2008-12-02T14:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:57:43.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a WRECK...(literally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/STWvM01gYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/RkcWiE8L9VI/s1600-h/4SA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315173410759362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/STWvM01gYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/RkcWiE8L9VI/s320/4SA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Okay-so for those of you that don't know yet-I mangled my malibu. (that was good alliteration, right?) Yes, it was my fault. No, I didn't get a ticket. No, no one was injured. It is on days like yesterday that I am reminded that I have a purpose on this earth and Someone upstairs was looking out for little Katie Jennings. The accident could have been so much worse had things been a fraction of an inch off. I am so thankful for the protection that my Heavenly Father offers me and the daily reminders that I have something important to do here. I am also thankful for an amazing husband who didn't even get mad at me for crunching our car. He has been so kind and supportive. He amazes me daily. So, don't worry- I'm fine.  Malibu Barbie is a touch mangled, but she will be fine too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-1412724357707476388?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/1412724357707476388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=1412724357707476388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1412724357707476388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/1412724357707476388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-wreckliterally.html' title='I&apos;m a WRECK...(literally)'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/STWvM01gYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/RkcWiE8L9VI/s72-c/4SA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6687202033445691084</id><published>2008-11-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:50:56.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you can't excel with talent, triumph with effort." -Dave Weinbaum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I did it!  I made my first solo Thanksgiving dinner and no one has died yet!  It may not have been the best cooking ever, but I gave it an effort and it was certainly made with lots of love.  My aunt and uncle came over for some much needed relief and company.  AND they brought Bubba the dog.  He ate turkey with us too.  Thank you Jess for the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cherry Chocolate Cake&lt;/span&gt; recipe.  It was DIVINE!  Who needs pie when you have tasty cake?  Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6687202033445691084?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6687202033445691084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6687202033445691084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6687202033445691084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6687202033445691084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='Thanksgiving Dinner'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-5179340384337783799</id><published>2008-11-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:03:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, what a year.  This time of year always gives me time to reflect on things that I am thankful for and probably could not do without.  I have been inspired by Jess to list all the things that I am thankful for.  Ready?  Ok.  Tim-best thing that has EVER happened to me.  my family-all of you.  my awesome friends.  the gospel.  my eternal family.  mrs. buffy.  my job.  my cute new house.  the ability to be able to pay all of my bills.  a warm, soft bed.  my new couch.  my piano.  my mama-most amazing person ever.  my grandma-past and present.  my auntie leanna-seriously...just a 2nd mom.  my awesome mother in law.  nieces and nephews.  brothers.  health insurance.  modern medicine.  a gas furnace.  a big bathtub.  a big kitchen.  washer and dryer that does  not squeak.  literacy.  libraries.  my friend's kids.  email.  facebook.  prayers.  music.  ipods.  computers.  good coworkers.  ability to serve others.  a good ward.  good books.  cable tv.   the food network.  popcorn.  chocolate.  snow.  sprite.  pictures.  my guitars.  mom's quilts.  pasta.  calendars.  country music.  avon.  greys anatomy.  (weird, I know.) the ability to reconnect with friends.  my big feet.  sweaters.  Payless shoes.  the D.I.  clean water.  bubble bath.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure that I can think of so many things, so, to everything I forgot...I'm thankful for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-5179340384337783799?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/5179340384337783799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=5179340384337783799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5179340384337783799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/5179340384337783799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3648298849852897702</id><published>2008-11-19T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:36:21.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SSSuTXoYo5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2VSXankdqX8/s1600-h/barbie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270529111714472850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SSSuTXoYo5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2VSXankdqX8/s320/barbie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've heard of Holiday Barbie, Dr. Barbie, Skater Barbie and more....Introducing the newest member of the Barbie Family.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Devil Barbie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; Enjoy it while it lasts....comments are welcomed...just don't be too mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3648298849852897702?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3648298849852897702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3648298849852897702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3648298849852897702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3648298849852897702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/youve-heard-of-holiday-barbie-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SSSuTXoYo5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2VSXankdqX8/s72-c/barbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-6457086617958363196</id><published>2008-11-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:48:31.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're my person!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SSNdUaU4PZI/AAAAAAAAABc/vwRf8L4nMZ8/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270158594199272850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SSNdUaU4PZI/AAAAAAAAABc/vwRf8L4nMZ8/s320/HALLOWEEN+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has a person. I have four. (other than the husband and my mother...) You know who you are. Hopefully. If you don't, sorry. These are people who listen to me for hours blabbing about nothing. They dress up like idiots with me.  They think I'm funny and pretty and smart. Bless your hearts. I'm sure that I take them for granted on a regular basis. For example...I haven't seen one of you for at least 5 years, if not more. Sorry about that. I still love you bunches. The other one, well, you know I love you. Admit it. You love me back. I know you do. You're my best facebook friend and even though I work with you all day long, you are one of the few people that I want to come to my house and watch Grey's Anatomy with me. And still, the other one....you are the craftiest, most talented person I know and a dang good mother. And the last but certainly not least...I miss you and I don't spend nearly enough time with you. We should remedy that. You made my life bearable when it really wasn't...thanks for that. You all inspire me on different levels to be a better person. You make me push myself in directions that I would never go in. Rachel-I'm so glad that you are back in my life. I've missed you SOOOOOO much. What a blessing! Jenn- I'm still glad that I met you. Work would never be the same without you. Jessica-you are amazing in every way, shape and form. And of course-Stef- we are kindred spirits and really, we need to hang out more....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my people-Thanks for all you do. I wouldn't be who I am without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-6457086617958363196?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/6457086617958363196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=6457086617958363196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6457086617958363196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/6457086617958363196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-my-person.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re my person!&quot;'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SSNdUaU4PZI/AAAAAAAAABc/vwRf8L4nMZ8/s72-c/HALLOWEEN+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-4423602552589920686</id><published>2008-11-17T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:09:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a RIDE!</title><content type='html'>We just got back from Utah and the big day.  For those of you who don't know...Tim's sister, Becky, got married last weekend.  It was quite the visit this time.  I felt like I was busy all the time as the self appointed "super-aunt".  I don't think that I was much help, but I tried to keep all the kiddos wrangled.  It was interesting to watch the wedding prep.  It made me realize how SUPER TALENTED my sister in law Jamie is.  She can do dang near ANYTHING!  She is a fabulous cake decorator, awesome cook, super organizer and wedding decorator and a freaking awesome mom.  We had SO MUCH fun.  It is always good to see the fam, but even better to see their kids.  The nieces and nephews are pretty much the loves of our lives, (that sounds like a soap opera...) and we love to spend time with them.  I watched Tim at the reception and the wedding and realized what an amazing dad he will be someday. (hopefully soon...)  The kids just adore him and he is so patient and kind to them.  Being the favorite aunt and uncle is pretty much awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-4423602552589920686?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/4423602552589920686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=4423602552589920686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4423602552589920686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/4423602552589920686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-ride.html' title='What a RIDE!'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3683262053598014376</id><published>2008-11-11T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:56:11.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just putting it out there.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRm6UP4L-8I/AAAAAAAAABU/8gdyBn80h6U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267446096208853954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRm6UP4L-8I/AAAAAAAAABU/8gdyBn80h6U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Hey, I just would like everyone's opinion on this. It would settle a long going "disagreement" between Tim and I. Is Mary Poppins a witch or a magic nanny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3683262053598014376?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3683262053598014376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3683262053598014376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3683262053598014376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3683262053598014376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-putting-it-out-there.html' title='Just putting it out there.....'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRm6UP4L-8I/AAAAAAAAABU/8gdyBn80h6U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7038114233168711943</id><published>2008-11-07T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:56:42.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my Granny's 82nd birthday. I am sitting here, waiting to get off work so that we can go to dinner with her tonight. It makes you think, when someone gets this old. She certainly isn't what she used to be. She doesn't see well, or hear well, or even walk well and I know that makes her unhappy. She has changed SO MUCH physically that it is even hard for me-trying to remember what she used to be, although, I know it is much harder for her. HOWEVER, it doesn't change what is inside. She still has the same BIG heart and kind words (sometimes they get hidden in between the other words, but still...) She still has good advice and is the matriarch of our family. She is the little glue that holds us all together. I have no doubt that if she were not here, we would be in a much different, more difficult place. I know that she wants to be with my grandpa again and misses him so much, but, I don't know what I will ever do without her. Grandma-I know you will never read this, or probably even hear about it, but I love you. You are still one of my best friends and a kindred spirit. Thanks for everything and Happy Birthday Hippo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-7038114233168711943?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7038114233168711943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7038114233168711943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7038114233168711943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7038114233168711943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-grandma.html' title='My Grandma...'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-7827759903054599600</id><published>2008-11-06T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:59:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRNKjKF5x4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7udPeOaba8o/s1600-h/n1093114577_30112931_7333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265634357191231362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRNKjKF5x4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7udPeOaba8o/s320/n1093114577_30112931_7333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"It is not the years in your life, but the life in your years that counts." - Adlai Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, here we are again. This picture was actually taken at , gasp, a Poison concert. I know, so not typical. We had so much fun. Hopefully I will be able to post our Halloween picture soon. It is hilarious. I wish I had something exciting to say about us, but like I mentioned earlier, we are just normal. Yikes. Maybe, I should just tell you about us in general....Does anyone really want to know? If you do I will tell you....tomorrow. :-) Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-7827759903054599600?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/7827759903054599600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=7827759903054599600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7827759903054599600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/7827759903054599600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-not-years-in-your-life-but-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRNKjKF5x4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7udPeOaba8o/s72-c/n1093114577_30112931_7333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394751596808200732.post-3218095806545897352</id><published>2008-11-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:49:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRHaXk9uDlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_5FVm6_qyZc/s1600-h/n1353372833_30047363_7266.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229537967214162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRHaXk9uDlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_5FVm6_qyZc/s320/n1353372833_30047363_7266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This is probably the most exciting year of my life. We just bought our first house in June and I LOVE IT! Tim and I love the neighborhood and the yard and the house....and really, everything about it. It has been so much fun to be able to do anything I want there. I can put holes in the wall, tear out bushes, and pretty much anything else without even asking anyone! I LOVE IT! Our ward is great too. They have been so nice and kind and friendly. We feel so welcomed there. It has been great to live in downtown I.F. We love the downtown area, and since we both work there, it seemed like a good idea with gas prices and everything to buy a house. We are within walking distance of the temple, the river and the ballpark. Summer was so fun! We went to the baseball games and walked to the river a lot. We had family come through a couple of times. We are so looking forward to winter being over and re-doing our backyard(which is huge and awesome!). And really, anyone who wants to visit is totally welcome. Just warn us first so we can make some room!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394751596808200732-3218095806545897352?l=timandkatiejean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/feeds/3218095806545897352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5394751596808200732&amp;postID=3218095806545897352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3218095806545897352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394751596808200732/posts/default/3218095806545897352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timandkatiejean.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-little-house.html' title='Our Little House'/><author><name>Tim and Katie Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510197787979923267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SlOAeES1c5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/gVYBQ9_Ks0w/S220/DSCN1953.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zariurg_Yis/SRHaXk9uDlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_5FVm6_qyZc/s72-c/n1353372833_30047363_7266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
