<?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-8125997492048562072</id><updated>2011-08-28T05:58:12.925-05:00</updated><category term='anxiety'/><category term='rain'/><category term='holidailies at home'/><category term='stress'/><category term='ADHD'/><category term='sugarbowl'/><category term='family'/><category term='donate'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='birth'/><category term='labor'/><category term='school'/><category term='depression'/><category term='help'/><category term='medicine'/><title type='text'>I Live For</title><subtitle type='html'>Little Moments Like This</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-463825259490329357</id><published>2010-09-17T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:14:09.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Much?</title><summary type='text'>I went to the movies w/a friend this morning. I know...me going somewhere!?!?!? But yes, after much "talking myself up" I went and had fun. It wasn't as bad socially since it was with someone. Baby steps, right? I mean, tomorrow I'm taking my Pirate Princess to Choo-Choo Soul. That's a LOT of people...way more than I like! But I'm doing it for my daughter and I will have fun and hide any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/463825259490329357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=463825259490329357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/463825259490329357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/463825259490329357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-much.html' title='Random Much?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-992770666371357812</id><published>2010-09-10T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:03:18.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comings and Goings</title><summary type='text'>I've been running around so much that I had forgotten about this place. Great, now I'll have even less readers!Things have been hectic in the house since school's start. Again, I'm a SAHM that doesn't SAH! Between volunteering at school, errands, and after school stuff I'm exhausted each night. Hopefully my body will get used to the running, because I don't see it slowing down any time soon.On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/992770666371357812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=992770666371357812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/992770666371357812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/992770666371357812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/comings-and-goings.html' title='Comings and Goings'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5281505254374493108</id><published>2010-08-27T09:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:03:34.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle</title><summary type='text'>I am struggling.  I mean REALLY struggling this  morning.  I did the stupid thing of saying I could be in charge of getting businesses that we can sell popcorn w/the scouts.  I hate calling businesses.  IT's taking all my efforts not to have a panic attack.  I have to get this done today, and I'm hating it.  I'd rather pay someone else to do it...this isn't a smart move on my part.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5281505254374493108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5281505254374493108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5281505254374493108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5281505254374493108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/struggle.html' title='Struggle'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5252544703309070933</id><published>2010-08-20T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:10:10.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the week I had...</title><summary type='text'>I am so over this week!!!  All week we (I) have been fighting with Sprint/Nextel about the Hubby's phone not working...Backup a bit~Last Thursday, Hubby comes home w/a phone not working.  He got it wet, so we set  up an insureance claim to get a new one.  We paid the fees.  We get the new phone in the next day, and that phone doesn't want to work.  He talks to Nextel for over an hour just to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5252544703309070933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5252544703309070933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5252544703309070933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5252544703309070933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-week-i-had.html' title='After the week I had...'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7806727034556693697</id><published>2010-08-13T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:04:56.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><summary type='text'>Today is Princess' first day of Kindergarten. No more fake-school for her, no sir. She's in real school...the big time...theOMG SHE'S GROWING UP!!!!!!!!When did she get so big??? And when did I get this old???  My BABY is in kindergarten.  And yes, she went to PreK last year, so you'd think I'd be used to it.  Of course, that's prolly coming from the peanut gallery that didn't go through this yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7806727034556693697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7806727034556693697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7806727034556693697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7806727034556693697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGVdngscHoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/djwuRVIwvLU/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3596908216699243715</id><published>2010-08-05T15:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:49:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you Imagine</title><summary type='text'>http://www.houmatoday.com/article/20100805/ARTICLES/100809640Can you imagine going your whole life hearing about someone, but never knowing a thing about them? That's what it was like when my Granny would talk about her nephew we never met...until June.My mom was doing searches just to see what she could find. Then, a YouTube video came up. She clicked it, and thus changed many lives. This was, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.houmatoday.com/article/20100805/ARTICLES/100809640' title='Can you Imagine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3596908216699243715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3596908216699243715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3596908216699243715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3596908216699243715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-imagine.html' title='Can you Imagine'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8693635666949426624</id><published>2010-08-05T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:34:13.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what isn't fun?</title><summary type='text'>Being sick.  I've been sick more this summer than any I can remember.  First, I had some kind of virus which lead to a rash (which I still have).  Then, I got food poisoning.  THAT is no fun!  It hit hard and fast...luckily it wasn't viral though so I couldn't give it to the kids.  I'm still weak from that.  Today I woke up congeseted and I can't stop sneezing.  Talk about NO FUN!One good thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8693635666949426624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8693635666949426624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8693635666949426624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8693635666949426624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-what-isnt-fun.html' title='You know what isn&apos;t fun?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3949208559786427728</id><published>2010-07-29T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:43:42.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have a title for this blog.  I'm not even sure what's making me want to write this morning.  I am sitting here, drinking my coffee in peace while my brother-in-law and Princess are still sleeping.  I woke up this morning feeling OK (other than my knee that's been locking lately).  I got dressed in a tank in skort (which I never wear).  I weighed myself and didn't frown at the numbers that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3949208559786427728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3949208559786427728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3949208559786427728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3949208559786427728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-have-title-for-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3090255205290905761</id><published>2010-07-27T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:38:37.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Nelly</title><summary type='text'>Wow, my posts were so negative as of late!  I need to stop that.  Things in my life could be SO much worse.  I had started making it a point to be more positive, and I need to do that on here too, even though this is my "me" place.I have been watching what I eat, how much I eat, and moving more.  I've yet to lose any pounds in the past 2 weeks.  That's kind of depressing, but it's not stopping me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3090255205290905761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3090255205290905761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3090255205290905761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3090255205290905761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/negative-nelly.html' title='Negative Nelly'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6519798605305883242</id><published>2010-07-20T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:30:08.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Something</title><summary type='text'>There is ALWAYS something wrong with me.  No, it doesn't "seem" that way, it IS that way.  Right now I have a rash or something.  Red bumps, mostly on my torso.  They don't itch terribly, but I have no CLUE what is going on.  I wish I could wake up and feel and be healthy for once...I've lost 7 lbs so far.  It's not a lot, but it's a start.  I'm learning that a lot of people my size are in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6519798605305883242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6519798605305883242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6519798605305883242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6519798605305883242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/always-something.html' title='Always Something'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4318574905096393737</id><published>2010-07-09T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:11:22.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Fool</title><summary type='text'>What I dreamed of for our 5 year anniversary:Renewing our wedding vows either on a cruise or on a local beach in front of just a few people.What I hoped for our 5 year anniversary:Hubby comes home from camp with a card or, even more suprising, flowers.  We'd have dinner either just the two of us or as a family and spend the weekend together.What I got for our 5 year anniversary:He came home, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4318574905096393737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4318574905096393737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4318574905096393737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4318574905096393737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/such-fool.html' title='Such a Fool'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3648039943574786068</id><published>2010-07-07T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T09:15:10.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And They're Off</title><summary type='text'>The hubby and the Boy are off to Webelos Camp.  4 days in a tent w/no electricity or AC? NO THANK YOU!  I stayed my fat, lazy arse home w/the Princess.  Besides, bonding time between Stepfather and Son never hurt anyone...except in that movie, but let's not go there...I think I need a new nickname for the Princess.  She isn't a princess, she's come full circle into her TomBoyness.  She's decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3648039943574786068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3648039943574786068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3648039943574786068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3648039943574786068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-theyre-off.html' title='And They&apos;re Off'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-1649529897167344958</id><published>2010-06-28T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:08:21.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes</title><summary type='text'>So, it's been about two weeks since I've really started to change things in my life.  I'm down to 180lbs, which is a good start.  I have done some form of exercise everyday, but not to overdo it.  I have also realized my tastes seem to be changing, if that makes sense.  For example, last week I ate grilled chicken in a spinach salad 3 nights (was SOOOO good).  I'd cook the Hubby something and eat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1649529897167344958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=1649529897167344958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1649529897167344958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1649529897167344958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4093702708522297887</id><published>2010-06-23T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:22:21.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><summary type='text'>It's been one week since I decided to do something about my weight.  I am happy to report that I am sore every day from moving more, yet I still do it!  I am also happy to report that I've gone from 185 to 181 lbs!  That's the lowest number I've been in quite a while sadly.  I have been in a struggle since I can't take my happy pills while on the diet pills, so I have to wait to see my doctor on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4093702708522297887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4093702708522297887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4093702708522297887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4093702708522297887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5428272376559744797</id><published>2010-06-21T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:25:12.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on it</title><summary type='text'>We all know marriage is a roller coaster.  You just have to learn to roll with it's ups, downs, twists, and turns.  Well, this past week the Hubby and I hit a rough patch.  This is probably the worst rough patch we've had in our almost 5 years of marriage.  He hid something from me that wasn't even neccessary to hide.  It hurt me more than he thought it would.  To help him see, I chalked it up to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5428272376559744797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5428272376559744797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5428272376559744797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5428272376559744797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-on-it.html' title='Working on it'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5821965056141740148</id><published>2010-06-16T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:28:06.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Perfect, Just Random =)</title><summary type='text'>I know that's the sign that belongs on my wall.  I'm not perfect, nor do I strive to be.  I broke down and started back at a weight loss clinic.  Yes, I'm doing something about the fact that I'm 44% fat (barf).  However, I know it's the easy way out and it'll be a struggle.  I need to make this temporary fix to get myself healthy enough to take care of it myself.  With all this added congestion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5821965056141740148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5821965056141740148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5821965056141740148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5821965056141740148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-perfect-just-random.html' title='Not Perfect, Just Random =)'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8876064106217035180</id><published>2010-06-10T07:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:47:04.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown</title><summary type='text'>I have been soooo busy!  I swear those kids won't let me be the slacker mom I so aspire to be! Anyway, I've had a few more than usual panic attacks the past couple of weeks.  Last Thursday, The Hubby tells me he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.  After over a year of quitting!  That led to bad thoughts, which led to anger and panic.  He still doesn't get what the big deal was to me...or he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8876064106217035180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8876064106217035180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8876064106217035180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8876064106217035180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6920600708947827026</id><published>2010-05-26T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:37:36.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><summary type='text'>How can be so mean on purpose?  I thought all the drama w/Cub Scouts was over and done with.  BOY was I wrong!  Some of our boys are crossing over to Boy Scouts.  Come to find out their parents, who feel their children have done EVERYTHING for the pack since day one, are pushing to get both the money in their den account ($500) AND an additional $500 to start their troop.  BESIDES the money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6920600708947827026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6920600708947827026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6920600708947827026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6920600708947827026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-514194957047400264</id><published>2010-05-23T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:25:51.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>So many couples around me are having issues.  My sister, for example, was told by her husband that he is seeing someone else.  Their marriage didn't last a year...wow.  Things like that make me appreciate the Hubby even more.  Yeah, he does a lot of assholish things, but he's still amazing.  He and I seem to be the most consistantly happy couple we know.  We've been married almost 5 years, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/514194957047400264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=514194957047400264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/514194957047400264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/514194957047400264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6497713546040007646</id><published>2010-05-11T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:17:33.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>I do believe this was the best Mother's Day yet.  However, let's talk about what went on beforehand...Saturday we had Cub Scout leader training (blah).  The morning session was cancelled (w/o telling us).  So I called my sister to go visit...she sounded terrible.  When I asked her what was wrong, she lost it.  Her husband told her that he's been seeing someone.  Not just someone, someone more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6497713546040007646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6497713546040007646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6497713546040007646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6497713546040007646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6712841505145544809</id><published>2010-05-01T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:17:22.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><summary type='text'>We decided last minute (we meaning I, and last minute meaning 2 hours prior) to attend Disney on Ice today! I decided I wanted that as my Mother's Day gift. Sure, I wanted a bike, but to see the kids...that was perfect!  It was magical!  To see the kids loving the show, jaws dropping at the act...perfect!  Then to top it all off, the Hubby decides to continue the good day and treat me to Red </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6712841505145544809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6712841505145544809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6712841505145544809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6712841505145544809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/S9zf8zuzneI/AAAAAAAAALo/4TXFvWLNpbs/s72-c/Apr2010+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3776945282445348932</id><published>2010-04-26T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:53:45.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*SmilE*</title><summary type='text'>What a weekend! It was Princess' recital weekend for dance. She had rehersal Saturday and recital Sunday, but I'll come back to that.Friday my sister decided to pick up Princess for a Princess night! Hubby got off EARLY (never happens) so he took me to eat at Ichiban! We hadn't been there yet this year. In fact, we hadn't had a date night since before hunting season of LAST year! The food was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3776945282445348932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3776945282445348932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3776945282445348932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3776945282445348932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile.html' title='*SmilE*'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/S9WabBQKF1I/AAAAAAAAALI/vraOf8WgAZM/s72-c/Apr2010+414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6286675050765746329</id><published>2010-04-22T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:04:57.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY am I biting?</title><summary type='text'>My tongue that is.  I read a blog of an old acquaintance and it bothered me yet again.  She first spoke of how Christian she is, and then went into how some of her "old friends" spread rumors and such.  Yes yes...I'm almost sure it was pointed towards yours truly.  If not, o  well, that's how I took it.Am I a Christian?   Why yes, thanks for asking.  I don't feel the need to parade it around.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6286675050765746329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6286675050765746329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6286675050765746329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6286675050765746329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-am-i-biting.html' title='WHY am I biting?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8157953757991231733</id><published>2010-04-21T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:32:46.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><summary type='text'>What IS passion?  Lots of people have it.  Most of my friends have hobbies or causes they feel strongly about.  It's something that makes them smile~feel accomplished.  I fake passion a lot.  I used to have a passion for music.  A few strongly oninionated conductors shut that door.  I had a passion for pageants.  However, being in a size 18 doesn't exactly make me feel beautiful enough to step on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8157953757991231733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8157953757991231733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8157953757991231733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8157953757991231733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-904496453116871634</id><published>2010-04-21T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:45:59.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><summary type='text'>I know I ended up slacking for a while as fas as blogging goes.  My life was just, well, wonderful to the point of not needing to vent.  However, in my absence I seem to have lost all of my readers.  I could post my link on my facebook page, but there are some people that I don't deem worthy of having access to my personal and random thoughts.  So~how do I get readers?  How do I say HELLLLOOOOO </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/904496453116871634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=904496453116871634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/904496453116871634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/904496453116871634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is this thing on?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4146704833310673159</id><published>2010-04-20T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:01:33.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I hate thee</title><summary type='text'>Weight~That freaking number that people go by.  How much do you weigh?  What size jeans do you wear?  UGH!I have been watching what I eat and moving more for a week now as per doctor's orders.  I know I've gotten overweight.  I know that my BMI should be about, uhm, 26 or something, yet mine is a lovely 32.  I know for my age I shouldn't be on some of the meds I am on.  Yet, for some reason </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4146704833310673159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4146704833310673159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4146704833310673159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4146704833310673159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-i-hate-thee.html' title='How I hate thee'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2713235286839507727</id><published>2010-04-14T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:52:48.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Talk"</title><summary type='text'>No, not THE talk (thank God, not yet)...I went to my "lady" doctor checkup for the first time in, well, let's say too long.  She is also my NP at an Action Clinic.  So we went through most anything I had a question about healthwise.  Then she broke the news.  I am fat.  I know I know~shock to all!  She then says that if I don't *try* to lose weight it'll be hard to treat me and figure out what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2713235286839507727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2713235286839507727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2713235286839507727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2713235286839507727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/talk.html' title='&quot;The Talk&quot;'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6565011289446534044</id><published>2010-04-10T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:34:47.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd best</title><summary type='text'>For the 7 years I've known my hubby, I have very seldom felt that I have come first.  Yes, I know our children are (or at least should) be number one, and I don't argue with that.  However, when work, hunting, his "real" family, etc. comes before me it starts to hurt.  I have gotten pretty good at not letting it get to me, but today hurts.We were invited to a wedding for someone he went to school</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6565011289446534044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6565011289446534044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6565011289446534044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6565011289446534044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-best.html' title='2nd best'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7986328016155092082</id><published>2010-04-05T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:25:57.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><summary type='text'>No, not my weight (though that's up too).  Thursday, Princess came home wanting a pet bunny.  A friend's mom brought theirs to school, and she fell in love.  So, I did what any mother that doesn't want to disappoint their child would do, "Ask Daddy when he gets home."  So, the moment he stepped foot in the door (which was past 8PM again, but that's a WHOLE other post) she asked him.  His reply?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7986328016155092082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7986328016155092082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7986328016155092082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7986328016155092082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7323342924440795835</id><published>2010-03-31T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:04:08.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wait/weight</title><summary type='text'>So I have been slacking in the blog dept. lately.  I've also been busy with Princess and the Boy.  I have, once again, lost focus on exercise.  O, and for a week i was in a brace for pain in my left hand (and I'm a leftie).Anyhoo, here's my reason for getting back on the blogging today.  I am fat.  I mean REALLY fat.  I'm talking never been this big, barely made it through a weekend of camping, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7323342924440795835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7323342924440795835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7323342924440795835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7323342924440795835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/03/waitweight.html' title='wait/weight'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7872184599307090248</id><published>2010-03-04T10:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:33:22.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT READY</title><summary type='text'>The boy is showing early signs of puberty.  He proudly shows me his "accomplishments" (ew).  He likes that he stinks????  And we won't even get started on the smells that come out of that boy....Anyhoo, along with puberty seems to be this light switch that the manual doesn't tell you about.  This switch, so easy to flip on, doesn't get turned off 'til at least 14...if ever.  This horrid switch is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7872184599307090248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7872184599307090248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7872184599307090248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7872184599307090248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-ready.html' title='NOT READY'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5676945444426520367</id><published>2010-02-26T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:53:30.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><summary type='text'>This week has been eventful.  First off, I didn't go to my counselor session.  I didn't need it, which is rare.  Princess is having medical issues (nothing serious) so we're working on that.  The boy has been a handful!  He wanted to see the water in the shower fall from the ceiling, which stained our ceiling.  The next morning, our toilet suddenly clogged up.  Come to find out, The boy put a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5676945444426520367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5676945444426520367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5676945444426520367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5676945444426520367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-9117603069206473676</id><published>2010-02-23T16:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:18:53.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Wow...what a blast!!! I've NEVER had a girl's weekend before! My friend Melanie and I went to the Beau Rivage thanks to her hubby's gift for their anniversary. I LOVED it! No kids, no hubbies, no chores, no cooking, no kids...o, did I repeat myself?Mel SOOO rocks! She and I went shopping, browsing, laughing at the UGLY dresses they have at Dillards that are supposed to be "stylish." We shopped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9117603069206473676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=9117603069206473676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9117603069206473676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9117603069206473676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-weekend.html' title='Girl&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/S4RTjbSodKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YOpRAxQ0yj4/s72-c/feb2010+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8980626991087163937</id><published>2010-02-18T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:59:14.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooooooooomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I leave along w/my good friend Mel on a road trip to Beau Rivage!  Her hubby  decided to give her a weekend w/o kids, and instead of going with her he's sending me LOL!  I'm excited, but admittingly nervous all the same.  Mel and I have mostly an online friendship.  We talk basically ALL DAY LONG via the internet.  We do spend time together in the real world, but normally we're checking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8980626991087163937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8980626991087163937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8980626991087163937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8980626991087163937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/tooooooooomorrow.html' title='Tooooooooomorrow'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6025269002811504094</id><published>2010-02-08T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:06:38.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH Jenn</title><summary type='text'>I don't think it was the upping my antianxiety med that made me feel horrible last week.  I think it was the new sleep med.  I hadn't taken it in a few days because I feel like I didn't have enough "sleep time" so I just took my old medication.  Last night I took the new one and I feel HORRID right now.  I'm shaky, I've been tired all day, I can barely type...I just called the doc and informed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6025269002811504094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6025269002811504094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6025269002811504094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6025269002811504094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/duh-jenn.html' title='DUH Jenn'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-1733396669089030563</id><published>2010-02-08T11:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:29:11.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in BR</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was the Hubby's Master Plumbing test in Baton Rouge.  Since the boy's bday just passed, my dad's is a few days away, and mine is next weekend we made an overnight trip to Baton Rouge as a family.  My mom and dad met us there.  I took the kids shopping while the Hubby took his test.  My son LOVES having money LOL!  Once the Hubby was done testing we went to the Mall of LA.  They don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1733396669089030563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=1733396669089030563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1733396669089030563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1733396669089030563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-in-br.html' title='Weekend in BR'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6160960405945758440</id><published>2010-02-04T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:07:27.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be depressed!</title><summary type='text'>First off, my Mom is out of the hospital.  They still don't know why she got sick or what she had.Now to the real reason I'm here.  I was put on a higher dose of my happy pills Tuesday.  I am HATING it!!!  I'm sluggish, shaky, sweaty (that one sucks most).  I even have trouble typing (NOT happy bout that one).  I just called the doctor's and left a message.  I'm sure I won't hear from them and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6160960405945758440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6160960405945758440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6160960405945758440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6160960405945758440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-rather-be-depressed.html' title='I&apos;d rather be depressed!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2287513477615000933</id><published>2010-02-01T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:31:13.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><summary type='text'>I've been so focused on my mom I haven't blogged in a while.  My mom wasn't feeling "right" last Monday. Fast Forward to Wednesday night, she was sick.  Thursday and Friday she was worse.  When I called her Saturday morning she was incoherant.  My dad took her to the doctor.  The doc took one look at her and sent them straight to a room in the hospital.Fast Forward yet again to today (Monday).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2287513477615000933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2287513477615000933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2287513477615000933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2287513477615000933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-408163921558348385</id><published>2010-01-29T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:05:08.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with that?</title><summary type='text'>The Boy is having issues.  For those that don't know, the Boy is going to be 9 tomorrow, and has been diagnosed w/ADHD since he was 5.  He's been on meds since 6.  He is a straight A student, and gives no trouble at school.  He's on the meds to help him concentrate and sit still in class. Today we had an iLEAP (aka standardized) testing class at school.  They gave us some example questions to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/408163921558348385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=408163921558348385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/408163921558348385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/408163921558348385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-up-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s up with that?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4806671700487776797</id><published>2010-01-28T09:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:45:32.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they trying to tell me something?</title><summary type='text'>After my princess was born, I opted to have my tubes tied.  I was so sick for both of my pregnancies, and the hubby and I were worried that it would be worse if I'd get pregnant again.  Besides, our cozy home would get crowded fast if we had another! The past few night my dreams have been all about my kids~getting pregnant again, the kids getting lost, The Boy holding a baby...what is all this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4806671700487776797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4806671700487776797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4806671700487776797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4806671700487776797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-they-trying-to-tell-me-something.html' title='Are they trying to tell me something?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3300816155291090445</id><published>2010-01-26T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:59:57.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I forgetting NOW?</title><summary type='text'>I swear I have no brain as of late.  I can't remember dates, mix up important events...I can write in 2 daily planners (which I do), a calander, and a memo note and I'll STILL forget!  I don't know if it's the meds or just me NOT having my brain going a zillion miles per hour.  I guess I'll learn to adjust either way.I have been having the REALEST dreams...again, prolly because I actually SLEEP </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3300816155291090445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3300816155291090445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3300816155291090445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3300816155291090445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-am-i-forgetting-now.html' title='What am I forgetting NOW?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-841115744506735721</id><published>2010-01-25T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:12:32.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><summary type='text'>First things first...WHO DAT!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?The Saints are going to the Superbowl for the first time EVER!!!  We watched that game last night, and I was in TEARS when that field goal went through!!!~My Granny is still staying w/my son's dad and stepmom for who knows what reason.  She's supposed to leave and go stay w/her oldest daughter this week, which is good.  I'll feel a bit better knowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/841115744506735721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=841115744506735721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/841115744506735721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/841115744506735721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-9034404924997087232</id><published>2010-01-21T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:01:19.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><summary type='text'>My son's stepmom (who is also my friend...yes, that IS possible) just called me.  She's picking up my Granny to go stay there for a while because, according to Granny, my mom basically told her to go.  I haven't spoken to my mom yet, so I don't know exactly what happened.So, I called Granny to see what's up.  She tells me mostly the same thing.  She so doesn't sound like herself.  She is sooooo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9034404924997087232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=9034404924997087232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9034404924997087232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9034404924997087232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6898817201333955337</id><published>2010-01-19T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:01:53.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*WorK In ProgresS*</title><summary type='text'>After feeling SO sick today courtesy of a cold, I decided to do a few exercise moves.  I did ab work, ran in place, that kind of stuff.  Anything that would get the blood flowing and the body moving.  Then I decided to turn on my Wii Fit Plus for the first time in ages.  I did over 200 calories worth of work, and played for a good 45-50 minutes.  I also wore a sweatshirt to get me really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6898817201333955337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6898817201333955337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6898817201333955337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6898817201333955337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-in-progress.html' title='*WorK In ProgresS*'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6147836533517298395</id><published>2010-01-19T09:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:28:59.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And they all asked for you</title><summary type='text'>The weather was PERFECT for a zoo day yesterday!  My mom brought the kids and me down to the Audubon Zoo, and they all asked for you!  The park was quite empty and quiet.  The animals were soaking up the sun.  It was a perfect day. We had lunch overlooking the alligators</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6147836533517298395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6147836533517298395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6147836533517298395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6147836533517298395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-they-all-asked-for-you.html' title='And they all asked for you'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/S1XO_FKyRCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8rNrmn21WFA/s72-c/Jan+2010+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4804793272552229183</id><published>2010-01-15T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:52:40.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Bugging Me</title><summary type='text'>Today, someone on FB posted some pictures.  The album is "friends' birthdays" so I decided to look.  I love photos.  I then see photos of "everyone but Hubby and me" at a dinner.  Though I'm moving on, that hurt.  Seeing everyone together, having a good time, enjoying themselves.  I remember being depressed that evening because I knew of it.Though the photos gave me that stabbing feeling in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4804793272552229183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4804793272552229183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4804793272552229183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4804793272552229183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-bugging-me.html' title='Stop Bugging Me'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5252405203548458169</id><published>2010-01-14T14:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:25:33.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>I feel like Eeyore</title><summary type='text'>I always get a bit down this time of year (thank GOD for my new meds lol).  You see, while others plan their birthdays and have get togethers with their friends, go out, have birthday parties, get suprises....I don't. Rewind to 3 birthdays ago.  I was going to have a dinner with TONS of my friends coming.  We were all going eat out, then go to a few bars.  I think 3 showed up.  Well, 2 actually.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5252405203548458169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5252405203548458169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5252405203548458169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5252405203548458169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-eeyore.html' title='I feel like Eeyore'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7941650539855131536</id><published>2010-01-13T11:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:48:14.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>So...why?</title><summary type='text'>Now that I feel more like myself, I've started trying to think about why I had gotten so anxious/depressed.  I knew it wasn't because of my marriage at all.  But I went from the social butterfly that loved social settings and attention and doing public speaking and pageants to being scared of places like Chuck E. Cheese and Cub Scout meetings...I think it stems from my strong dislike of how I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7941650539855131536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7941650539855131536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7941650539855131536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7941650539855131536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/sowhy.html' title='So...why?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7240009810489033069</id><published>2010-01-12T08:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:14:39.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>Signs</title><summary type='text'>To prove to myself that the meds are working, I've decided to list a few key points where I stopped and thought to myself "damn, normally I'd freak" LOL~The boy forgot 1/2 of his homework at school~Princess is starting to dread dance class~Hubby came home in a HORRID mood, kinda took it out on me, and I DIDN't melt down!!!~Knowing Hubby has over 40 calls on the books w/broken pipes isn't bumming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7240009810489033069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7240009810489033069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7240009810489033069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7240009810489033069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7375245406742930905</id><published>2010-01-11T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:41:12.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>So far so...ok</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been about a week since I started my new meds.  I can feel the difference.  I don't shake in situations.  I don't have melt downs over little/nothing.  And I can actually deal w/my son more calmly. As far as the sleep....well, that's more challenging.  The med definately helps me get to sleep.  However, I've been waking up at 3AM with my brain starting up again.  I have trouble getting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7375245406742930905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7375245406742930905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7375245406742930905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7375245406742930905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-far-sook.html' title='So far so...ok'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2097842573658452200</id><published>2010-01-08T10:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:59:49.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>Getting Help</title><summary type='text'>I finally got to the doctor and started getting help for anxiety/depression.  I'm on 2 meds.  So far, I think they're starting to help.  I don't feel the need to chant "I will not kill my kid" when the boy drives me bonkers lol.  I feel that he and I are getting through homework much more easily.  Yesterday he made my painting kit fall and I laughed...normally I'd go off. However, last night was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2097842573658452200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2097842573658452200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2097842573658452200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2097842573658452200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-help.html' title='Getting Help'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6602485016900774557</id><published>2010-01-04T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:43:42.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>My (late) New Year's Resolution</title><summary type='text'>Last year I had a rough time letting go of people not meant to be in my life.  I let what others said/thought get to me, whether or not they were accurate.  I made myself miserable many a night over it.  I think more tears fell for me in 2009 than most years of recent memory...Not this year.  This year I'm making it a point not to let others affect me.  I know who my friends are.  I know those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6602485016900774557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6602485016900774557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6602485016900774557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6602485016900774557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-late-new-years-resolution.html' title='My (late) New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-1007472285555312029</id><published>2010-01-03T09:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:42:03.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugarbowl'/><title type='text'>SugarBowl</title><summary type='text'>I now know the way to watch a live football game is to be in a suite. Nice view, free food/drinks, and no long lines for the bathrooms!You can't get much better of a view. The Gators KILLED the Bearcats (wtf is a bearcat, anyways?)...This is in the suite. Nice, eh? Lots of space =)This is the guy that made it all possible (and me...freezing...waiting to get in):My daddy...he rocks =).  So, all in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1007472285555312029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=1007472285555312029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1007472285555312029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1007472285555312029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2010/01/sugarbowl.html' title='SugarBowl'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/S0C575IznXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1GE_Xxsut2w/s72-c/Jan+2010+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2291109322831126432</id><published>2009-12-28T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:50:36.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>I am</title><summary type='text'>GoingtotheSUGAR BOWL!!!Not only do I get to go, but I get to go in a SUITE (thanks in part to the fact that the people in my dad's company don't like the two teams in it this year LOL).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2291109322831126432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2291109322831126432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2291109322831126432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2291109322831126432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2784018790768997787</id><published>2009-12-27T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:56:12.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Starting today</title><summary type='text'>I opened my Wii EA Active today.  I decided to take the 30 day challenge.  Wow, what a workout for a video game!!!  In less than 20 minutes i burned over 100 calories.  It felt weird to get moving again.  I had taken a break since the kids' have been out of school for the holidays.  I admit it, I got back to my lazy ways.  However, with the kids out of school they want to "help" you do everything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2784018790768997787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2784018790768997787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2784018790768997787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2784018790768997787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-today.html' title='Starting today'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7851981508933054469</id><published>2009-12-26T20:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:32:56.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Granny</title><summary type='text'>Today was my Granny's 82nd birthday.  To celebrate, I took her out to lunch.  Then, we went back to her home (aka my Mom's house) and spent the day.  As time passed, more and more family trickled in.  She never realized 'til it was mentioned that all her kids (minus the one living in CA) was there.  Mom had suprised her w/a family dinner.  It was a nice day...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7851981508933054469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7851981508933054469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7851981508933054469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7851981508933054469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-granny.html' title='Happy Birthday, Granny'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6731334727651561004</id><published>2009-12-25T15:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:41:43.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, Everyone!</title><summary type='text'>From my family to yours.  I hope everyone had a blessed and happy day today.  Hubby, the kids, and I are so blessed to have such great family around.On a side note, Hubby's great grandmother passed away today.  She had been sick, but it still is a sad moment.  I pray that the family comes together and remember her well and happy...Hubby is the oldest of the siblings so he hasn't dealt w/much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6731334727651561004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6731334727651561004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6731334727651561004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6731334727651561004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas, Everyone!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-9138515619357758697</id><published>2009-12-23T16:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:55:00.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas Eve</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, we always did Christmas Eve and my Grandma and Grandpa's. The Landry family would get together and we'd have a feast. Turkey, dressing, potato salad, sometimes ham, and the list goes on and on. The kids would wolf down their food and would have to wait AGES for the grown ups to finish so we could open presents. We'd always go youngest to oldest, which I didn't like once more grandkids</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9138515619357758697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=9138515619357758697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9138515619357758697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9138515619357758697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-christmas-eve.html' title='Our Christmas Eve'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4179823150915349457</id><published>2009-12-22T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:50:36.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>I am crazy</title><summary type='text'>Ok, not officially crazy.   I went to the doctor today for the first time in ages.  My anxiety has been getting the best of me,a nd I have to admit to myself it isn't getting better.  So, I left my "pageant smile" at home and talked to the doc candidly. The good news?  He thinks I need meds and he has one in mindThe bad news?  I have to see the therapist first and he has to write me a script.In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4179823150915349457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4179823150915349457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4179823150915349457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4179823150915349457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-crazy.html' title='I am crazy'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-553689592192278035</id><published>2009-12-21T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:51:13.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Christmas Photos from school</title><summary type='text'> The Boy   The Princess</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/553689592192278035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=553689592192278035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/553689592192278035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/553689592192278035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-photos-from-school.html' title='Christmas Photos from school'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/Sy_tnEJBvAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0koSE3lwzvk/s72-c/img206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7255289829169458599</id><published>2009-12-20T09:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:55:08.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>5 years ago</title><summary type='text'>Flashback to 2004, midnight on Dec. 20th. We had just layed down after feeling contractions most of the night. They weren't very hard, just uncomfy, so I thought I'd be good until the morning. As soon as my head hit the pillow, that changed. They started coming 2-4 minutes apart and pretty hard. So, at midnight, we called Hubby's grandma from up the street to come stay with The Boy and headed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7255289829169458599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7255289829169458599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7255289829169458599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7255289829169458599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-years-ago.html' title='5 years ago'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/Sy5H8PUj4PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GGxMr578aSI/s72-c/img207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6042512709767676150</id><published>2009-12-19T09:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:37:23.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>You did what?</title><summary type='text'>'Tis the season for giving.  I know that.  I get that.  However, sometimes my hubby needs to think before he acts....My brother-in-law is getting a TV for my in-laws for Christmas.  Nice, eh?  He asked if we wanted to go in halves, but $200 is a bit steep for us.  See, BIL doesn't have a family and therefore has more extra money than us.  So Hubby said he was going to tell him no.  However, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6042512709767676150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6042512709767676150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6042512709767676150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6042512709767676150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-did-what.html' title='You did what?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3267312563363296492</id><published>2009-12-18T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:14:40.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Fave childhood Christmas memory</title><summary type='text'>My favorite memory of childhood Christmases is from when I was 4 years old Yes, I remember that far back.  My number one gift on my list was a Little Foot plush.  You know Little Foot…Land Before Time?  Anyway, from what I remember that was ALL I’d talk about.  I’d brag and boast to anyone in listening range that I was going to get a Little Foot stuffed animal.  I earned it, and it was as good as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3267312563363296492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3267312563363296492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3267312563363296492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3267312563363296492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/fave-childhood-christmas-memory.html' title='Fave childhood Christmas memory'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7755174908231453784</id><published>2009-12-17T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:02:27.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><title type='text'>Want to do Christmas good?</title><summary type='text'>For those that don't know, we had major rainfall the past few days.  One neighborhood in Raceland, Alidore, had up to 5 ft. of water pour in on them.  This is a poor area, and is known for being a bad neighborhood.  However, the kids living there don't choose where they live, and many kids lost everything.  Our parish requires uniforms for school.  Many lost them all.  This is being passed around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7755174908231453784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7755174908231453784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7755174908231453784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7755174908231453784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/want-to-do-christmas-good.html' title='Want to do Christmas good?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6823186948199437868</id><published>2009-12-16T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:04:26.726-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Potato Crunch</title><summary type='text'>Sweet Potato Crunch2 cans drained, sweet potatoes1/2 tsp.salt1/4 c. melted butter1/2 tsp. vanilla1 c. sugar2 beaten eggs1/2 c. milk 1 tsp. cinnamonPreheat oven to 350. Mix all ingredients together with a hand mixer till well blended. Place in a 13 x9" baking dish. Top with the following mixture and bake 35 minutes.Topping:1 c. brown sugar1/3 c.all-purpose flour1- 1 1/2 c. chopped pecans or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6823186948199437868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6823186948199437868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6823186948199437868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6823186948199437868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sweet-potato-crunch.html' title='My Sweet Potato Crunch'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5002376801564717620</id><published>2009-12-15T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:14:29.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Polar Express Day</title><summary type='text'>First, off the subject (yes, already...maybe IIII have ADD LOL) The boy has been selected as one of the few kids to be in the Bell Choir for the school play! Idk what it all means, because you can't get much out of him. However, I am SOOOOOOOO proud! It's the same night as the Cub Scout pack meeting, but he chose the choir. He WANTS to do this...that's a HUGE step for him!Onto Polar Express day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5002376801564717620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5002376801564717620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5002376801564717620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5002376801564717620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/polar-express-day.html' title='Polar Express Day'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SyeZmhUnAVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/v38ZhanapQU/s72-c/Dec2009+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-849418349077153405</id><published>2009-12-14T14:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:50:17.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>The craziness that is a birthday party!</title><summary type='text'>First off, I sure hope everyone had fun yesterday for the Princess' 5th birthday! I couldn't get her to understand that no, she's not 5 YET, but in order to have an awesome birthday we had to do it a little early (her birthday is wayy close to Christmas). She got all sorts of things she wanted~Bendaroos, DS, games, etc. When we got home, she was bummed because we had to charge her DS before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/849418349077153405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=849418349077153405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/849418349077153405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/849418349077153405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/craziness-that-is-birthday-party.html' title='The craziness that is a birthday party!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SyaklBjsMdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gkZEm6C6CEY/s72-c/108_6117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-9109856991020123370</id><published>2009-12-13T08:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:04:42.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>PARTY PARTY PARTY</title><summary type='text'>Today my baby goes from this:To this:To day is my BABY Princess' 5th birthday party!!! Where has the time (and my baby) gone?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9109856991020123370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=9109856991020123370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9109856991020123370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9109856991020123370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-party-party.html' title='PARTY PARTY PARTY'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SyUAP7G7xRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tapJ6XRRWUI/s72-c/DVC01545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3831624280959632494</id><published>2009-12-12T09:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:42:52.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, kids</title><summary type='text'>Yes, most of my posts are about my kids...most of my LIFE is about my kids!  Yesterday, the princess asked how many more days we have 'til Christmas.  Without missing a beat, the son answered with the correct answer (I think it was 14, but I don't keep track).  They then proceeded to do a countdown of which day was how many days left up until Christmas.  Once they got down to zero you would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3831624280959632494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3831624280959632494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3831624280959632494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3831624280959632494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-kids.html' title='Ah, kids'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3612327952804338857</id><published>2009-12-11T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:36:52.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><title type='text'>The battle</title><summary type='text'>I think my kids have forgotten how close Christmas is. They are driving me INSANE!!! My son has ADHD. I get that he's hyper more often than not, and we deal and cope w/that. However, he's into "Yeah, but....."ing us and arguing EVERY POINT! Today I told him he's acting like Christmas isn't almost 15 days away and he turned right around with, "Yeah, but it's actually 14 because yesterday was 15." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3612327952804338857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3612327952804338857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3612327952804338857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3612327952804338857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/battle.html' title='The battle'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SyJY2UPhV1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/9TJOwlpQrlA/s72-c/Dec2009+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8666287019542844563</id><published>2009-12-10T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:24:17.022-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Busy Day!</title><summary type='text'>Today was a bit hectic. I Grannysat. What's that? Basically I go spend time w/Granny and do whatever she needs done. Today was wrapping presents. You'd think I'd be an expert by now, but no...not even close!Anyway, with it being such a crazy day I thought I'd share my Christmas pic of my kids w/y'all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8666287019542844563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8666287019542844563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8666287019542844563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8666287019542844563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SyFY2KWZ7aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B4ItT0QpoEE/s72-c/Dec2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4262761277657351662</id><published>2009-12-09T14:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:22:45.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><summary type='text'>I had my kids write letters to Santa. Normally, we email. However, this was a GREAT way for them to make a list for (Mommy) Santa to choose their gifts from. My youngest was quite upset at first. She’s 4 and isn’t able to write many words yet. However, once I informed her if she talks about what she’s drawing that Santa will surly be able to make out the drawings. My son was VERY quick to start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4262761277657351662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4262761277657351662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4262761277657351662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4262761277657351662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-my-kids-write-letters-to-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-5518074571675580013</id><published>2009-12-08T08:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:08:12.329-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Our Tree</title><summary type='text'>Our tree is never anything fancy. Our house doesn't have much room for fancy. However, the kids love our tree...as long as it's taller than them LOL.Every year the kids put the decorations on the tree with no help. The only thing I put is the top. They are getting better every year.And here is the finished product...except for the ones that "mysteriously" move daily LOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5518074571675580013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=5518074571675580013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5518074571675580013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/5518074571675580013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-tree.html' title='Our Tree'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/Sx5dTngOLQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bzPrlXPRass/s72-c/Dec2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-45454147044142386</id><published>2009-12-07T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:42:42.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies at home'/><title type='text'>Holidailies, here I come!</title><summary type='text'>So thanks to peer presseure (ok, doesn't take much for me to give in) I decided to give in and try this holidailies at home thing.  I'm not much of a writer, nor do I presume anything I have to say is particularly interesting.  Lately I haven't been online as much as in the past, though I'm not sure why.  According to "others" I should have LOADS of time now that both kiddos are in school.  When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/45454147044142386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=45454147044142386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/45454147044142386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/45454147044142386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidailies-here-i-come.html' title='Holidailies, here I come!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-290835801423500981</id><published>2009-12-05T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:13:43.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby</title><summary type='text'>As I was working out this morning, my daughter was covered w/a blanket swearing she was cold.  The heater has the house nice and toasty, and she's even in her thermal pj's.  I take one look at her and just knew it~fever.I took her temp to confirm it, and ran straight for the chewable meds.  She took them, had a sip of water, and they came back up.  She then went straight to sleep, so I figured </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/290835801423500981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=290835801423500981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/290835801423500981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/290835801423500981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4931072558081244457</id><published>2009-12-05T08:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:42:26.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions and Tigers and Bears</title><summary type='text'>OK, so maybe they only had lions. My daughter's class put on an opposites circus yesterday. Those kids are just the CUTEST kids in the WORLD!!! They had acrobats, jugglers, puppy trainers, strong men, tightrope walkers, clowns, and a lion tamer w/the cutest lions in town!That's my little lioness right there. All the kids did a great job. I'm SO lucky she has such a wonderful and creative teacher!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4931072558081244457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4931072558081244457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4931072558081244457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4931072558081244457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/lions-and-tigers-and-bears.html' title='Lions and Tigers and Bears'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SxpwJBjdE2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SqqCQRq8EHw/s72-c/Dec2009+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4219772198569466604</id><published>2009-12-04T14:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:33:17.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Positive</title><summary type='text'>Sorry about yesterday, y'all.  Being down is not fun, and my best release is writing. That being said, today I woke up feeling blessed.  Here are some of the many reasons:~I woke up to a wonderful Hubby and two great kids.~~I have most of my Christmas shopping DONE (whereas last year I was buying for my neice and nephew Christmas Eve on the way to their house).~~~My amazing hubby works his tail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4219772198569466604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4219772198569466604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4219772198569466604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4219772198569466604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-1635084919459417372</id><published>2009-12-03T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:14:01.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to let it out</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I haven't written in ages!  However, I feel I need this escape.  It's not like anyone really reads my blogs in the first place...This time of the year sucks for me on so many levels, though I do my best to put on my old "pageant smile" and pretend like I'm OK.  First off,  Christmas: the time where family and friends come together.  The time where normal people are thinking of what to buy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1635084919459417372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=1635084919459417372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1635084919459417372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1635084919459417372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-to-let-it-out.html' title='Need to let it out'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3315692598315415534</id><published>2009-08-14T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:08:33.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's off!</title><summary type='text'>My "baby" started school today! PreK already. I know she's going to have a blast and come home beaming. I didn't break down, so score one for me! I did cry a little once I came inside to an empty house. Now I have no clue what I'm going to do today. I may go eat lunch....alone...or nap...or just enjoy the silence.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3315692598315415534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3315692598315415534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3315692598315415534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3315692598315415534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-shes-off.html' title='And she&apos;s off!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SoVv10yWAmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LWuFdEyr4m0/s72-c/Aug2009+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7873005653630300848</id><published>2009-08-04T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:04:41.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA online?</title><summary type='text'>I have an online friend.  OK, I have a few, but still.  THIS online friend and I have been friends for about 4 years or more.  He's online everyday, and we talk/joke/BS regularly.  He's my "guy advisor" and pretty much best friend in the cyber world.I've noticed for the past 2+ weeks he has not been around...at all.  I've turned into a sleuth (though bad at it) checking all his "normal hangouts" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7873005653630300848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7873005653630300848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7873005653630300848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7873005653630300848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia-online.html' title='MIA online?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8280743661270618140</id><published>2009-07-28T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:27:42.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been keeping up~again.  I don't know if I consider that a good thing or a bad thing.  Not keeping up means things haven't been bad enough to need an outlet, so I guess that's good.I've made peace with my Granny.  I have accepted the fact that she's going to talk about me/my kids and not remember.  I will continue to do things for her and hope that some of the memories remain.We went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8280743661270618140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8280743661270618140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8280743661270618140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8280743661270618140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-1361467493784323092</id><published>2009-06-22T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:15:58.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over it...</title><summary type='text'>How does a person get over something someone said that was SOOOO hurtful?  It's hard, right?  Well, here's another added factor....this beloved person that hurt me is losing it and doesn't even remember hurting me....OK, now to explain the confusingness lol.  My Granny, the same one that lived w/me for a while, is losing it.  We think she has dementia or something.  She says things and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1361467493784323092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=1361467493784323092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1361467493784323092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/1361467493784323092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-over-it.html' title='Getting over it...'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-4446862063400700365</id><published>2009-06-17T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:07:36.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it stop!</title><summary type='text'>As most of you know, I'm a tad bit clumbsy.....ok ok, REALLY clumbsy.  Well, Sunday we went to my in laws to pick up the kiddos.  Seth came lay his head on me while I told him our plans for the day.  When I said, "and Uncle Brandon is coming, too" he flung his head up as quickly as he could...aimed right at my nose.  I heard a lovely crack that I've never heard before.  He had no concept of what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4446862063400700365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=4446862063400700365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4446862063400700365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/4446862063400700365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-it-stop.html' title='Make it stop!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6928766323490884842</id><published>2009-06-01T08:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:27:26.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowwy Wow Wow</title><summary type='text'>I don't think my weekend could have been much better...Friday I decided to pick Seth up from school a little early. I had TONS to do, and they were just watching movies anyway. I expected this 9 weeks to show his first B on his report card because of laziness on his part. I had braced both him and myself for it. So I take out the lovely blue folder which has not changed since I was in school to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6928766323490884842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6928766323490884842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6928766323490884842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6928766323490884842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/wowwy-wow-wow.html' title='Wowwy Wow Wow'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/SiPj500D6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/N-nmq9sY1Og/s72-c/May2009+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8778802630629552903</id><published>2009-05-27T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:53:33.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it funny?</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how those that will "be there for you no matter what" and that you can "always count on" are the FAKEST??? They're the first to stick their neck out for you...to trip on. They put little seeds of doubt, plant them, give them sun and water, and sit back and watch it grow. It's pathetic, really. Can't you be someone's friend w/o having to cause drama?This year thus far has been a real </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8778802630629552903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8778802630629552903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8778802630629552903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8778802630629552903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t it funny?'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/Sh2oMlnM4PI/AAAAAAAAADM/seg4DlCBD68/s72-c/mqmyfriends.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-238807524265648501</id><published>2009-05-26T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:06:46.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad to be back!</title><summary type='text'>Lillian and her Great Granny and Meme at showoff day at dancing!Where did I go may you ask? Well, my computer decided to try something new, and got ALL KINDS of fun viruses/Trojans/worms last week. I was pretty sure it was the end of my lovely computer. I was doing pretty OK w/o it even though my friends all live in it. Just when I had about accepted that I needed to just start from scratch, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/238807524265648501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=238807524265648501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/238807524265648501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/238807524265648501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/glad-to-be-back.html' title='Glad to be back!'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/ShyDJ3XQOEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ipMdfDVHxc/s72-c/May2009+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3193336565290722113</id><published>2009-05-19T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:39:07.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooooooringggg (and random)</title><summary type='text'>I am stuck in my bedroom today. The AC guys are here, and I'm making sure to stay out of their way. Lilly's been a champ about it (of course, she gets HER shows on). I'm stircrazy. I'm drinking coffee at 2 in the afternoon to stay awake. She INSISTS on the lights being off because the sun is so shiny...she has a point, but still...There is no lack of Spongebob on today. I think I've seen more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3193336565290722113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3193336565290722113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3193336565290722113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3193336565290722113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/boooooooringggg-and-random.html' title='Boooooooringggg (and random)'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/ShMKwBUhgtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rX9SsVjva6E/s72-c/April2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-3585008999431604562</id><published>2009-05-17T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:08:42.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Day</title><summary type='text'>Today was advance ticket sales for Lillian's recital. The dance teacher lady SOOO needs a better system. I got there at 7AM to get a number...I was maybe 30th in line...got number 73 (you can guess how that one happened). SO the ticket says to be back at 4PM...so I go early, hoping they're ahead. They were on 13 at 3:30. I am just getting home now, at 6PM with tickets in hand. It was insane. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3585008999431604562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=3585008999431604562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3585008999431604562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/3585008999431604562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/longest-day.html' title='The Longest Day'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/ShCY6qw68kI/AAAAAAAAACs/eHc38-ZLX34/s72-c/img146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7428046832317646949</id><published>2009-05-13T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:18:16.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must confess</title><summary type='text'>This reunion planning stuff is for the birds LOL!  We have a class of procrastinators.  I knew that when we graduated.  I am one of them.  I still am.  However, someway, somehow I became part of the planning committee for the reunion.  THANKS SHANAKEA lol.  So we have VERY few RSVP's, though I've heard many "Oh, I'm coming"...SEND IN YOUR MONEY PUH-LEASE!  I don't like stress.  I don't like being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7428046832317646949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7428046832317646949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7428046832317646949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7428046832317646949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-must-confess.html' title='I must confess'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7684904289983435155</id><published>2009-05-13T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:46:52.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painloving arseholes</title><summary type='text'>I swear, in order to be a dental assistant, you must revel in the pain of others.  Yesterday, I called the dentist office to find out how much it would cost to go in for a cleaning and consultation.  The answer was descent, but the next line shocked me, "Well, our 1:30 cancelled, do you want to come in now since you're in pain?"  It was 1:25...I took it as a sign.  There was no room for me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7684904289983435155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7684904289983435155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7684904289983435155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7684904289983435155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/painloving-arseholes.html' title='Painloving arseholes'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-9091321513137288168</id><published>2009-05-12T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:29:29.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><summary type='text'>Well, for those of you that don't know, our A/C is dead.  Even with the quick fix the guy tried to do for us it isn't working.  SOOOO we have to get a whole new central unit.  We knew it was coming, but the timing, as always, sucks.  I know I need an outfit for the 10 year reunion we have coming up the end of THIS MONTH, but I hate the thought of spending any money.  However, I can't not go, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9091321513137288168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=9091321513137288168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9091321513137288168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9091321513137288168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8495257967381839884</id><published>2009-05-11T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:52:08.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long  time no see</title><summary type='text'>It has been a while...too long.  I wrote a journal entry on paper earlier, while my computer was deciding whether or not to die.  While I'd LOVE to feel free enough to write as I wish on here, I know people will use it against me.  Even things that one would THINK are harmless can be turned around so easily.  That's one of life's lessons I've been learning the hard way lately.  I feel alone.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8495257967381839884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8495257967381839884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8495257967381839884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8495257967381839884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long  time no see'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2962797248478645881</id><published>2008-05-14T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:01:39.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>geez</title><summary type='text'>For those who know me, you know I've been having issues w/DS lying left and right.  He's to the point where he'll tell you the sky is green and believe himself....Well, this morning he asked if he can have concession money.  I told him to go in my room and get 2 quarters.  He takes a while, and comes in looking suspicious.  He says, "I just took 2 and put them in my pocket."   HMmmmmmm....I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2962797248478645881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2962797248478645881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2962797248478645881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2962797248478645881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/05/geez.html' title='geez'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-9198875075417757126</id><published>2008-04-29T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:16:29.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>park, yay</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm so happy I took Lillian to the park today.  I had TONS I needed to get done, but she needed kiddie time.  Talking to the moms was nice, too.  We actually ALL sat and talk...sometimes "clique"s form.  Lillian went to the potty twice while there, which means no accidents YAY lolBut man o man, do I ever feel it now.  I sat in the grass on a blanket at first and then stood once we moved to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9198875075417757126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=9198875075417757126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9198875075417757126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/9198875075417757126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/04/park-yay.html' title='park, yay'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-580860420848465414</id><published>2008-04-25T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:54:44.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><summary type='text'>Lillian and I went visit St. Mary's school yesterday.  Yes, it's nice.  The teachers are super.  However, I just cannot bring myself to put my 3 year old in school.  I started at 5...and they want her at 3?  I don't know maybe it's just me.  I have, however, resolved myself to the fact that I WILL find things for her to do during the school year.  GO places, try things.  Get her the life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/580860420848465414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=580860420848465414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/580860420848465414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/580860420848465414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/04/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-7327099848493432474</id><published>2008-04-08T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:26:35.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, serious</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was, well, a rollercoaster.  Most of the day was good.  About 80% of it was actually.  But then one of my customer's cards were declined and she said she didn't have another way to pay for the order, so that's a $90 order down the tubes, which made my Saturday party look even crappier.  Then about 2 seconds after that hits my mom calls,"I have to cancel my party again.  I 'have' to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7327099848493432474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=7327099848493432474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7327099848493432474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/7327099848493432474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-serious.html' title='Wow, serious'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-2270885233021458427</id><published>2008-04-04T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:06:38.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Snoopy</title><summary type='text'>I forgot to introduce Snoopy to you. This is our puppy. He's 5 months old, and is a handful of a beagle LoL. He had surgery yesterday, so he's a bit of a handful and then some right now. The kids seem to love him. I didn't think I felt the same way until I dropped him off at the vet yesterday. It's love LOL.  We're trying to keep him inside, but he shows his want to be outside at times.  We'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2270885233021458427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=2270885233021458427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2270885233021458427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/2270885233021458427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-snoopy.html' title='Meet Snoopy'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/R_ZRnpUQPiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/H5gM9yRNw0I/s72-c/March2008+309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8405441753926133674</id><published>2008-04-04T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:01:53.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth's grades</title><summary type='text'>I tell you I couldn't be more proud!!!  In case you can't see, he got ANOTHER 4.0!!!  And an S in Writing this time!!!!! He also got a great comment from his teacher believe it or not..."Reading grade shows progress above grade level".  I am so proud of my boy right now =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8405441753926133674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8405441753926133674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8405441753926133674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8405441753926133674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/04/seths-grades.html' title='Seth&apos;s grades'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/R_ZQeZUQPhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FD_FbrPBalk/s72-c/img017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-8263618056415851588</id><published>2008-03-25T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:53:36.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayy TMI maybe but...</title><summary type='text'>OK, little background.  We went to Yogi Friday.  Well, Lilly (and the rest of us) fell in LOVE w/Ahsley, the bassit hound puppy at the park.  So Marlin said if Lil got potty trained we'd get one.Lil has been in drawz since!  She even pooped on the potty twice today!!!  I know it's just a start, and I know there will be "oopses" but OMGLOoks like we're going to need puppy food soon =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8263618056415851588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=8263618056415851588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8263618056415851588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/8263618056415851588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/03/wayy-tmi-maybe-but.html' title='Wayy TMI maybe but...'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125997492048562072.post-6011718180265662023</id><published>2008-03-10T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:51:31.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WeekenD</title><summary type='text'>Seth and Marlin had Cub-O-Ree Saturday.  While they WERE going to camp out (we even went to Academy Friday night and got a new tent) when we saw the projected low's we were like NO WAY IN HELL...I'm not gonna let Seth sleep out there only for his bronchitis to act up.  He did have fun though.  Seth did AWESOME in the baseball pitch.  He did ok in everything else...but most importantly he had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6011718180265662023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8125997492048562072&amp;postID=6011718180265662023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6011718180265662023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125997492048562072/posts/default/6011718180265662023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajunjenn.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend.html' title='WeekenD'/><author><name>cajunjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14900884689861453513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D877A-mkPJg/TGQgK_135SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/c9d_35Jwa4Y/S220/Dec2008117-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
