<?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-1115026373090263146</id><updated>2012-02-01T19:42:45.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally random jen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8497278681038313627</id><published>2011-05-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:38:47.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donate Now</title><content type='html'>Help Jackson meet other kids just like him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emanuel's syndrome is very rare.  My Jackson is about 1 of 200 in the world.  We are having a "family" reunion in Dallas the last weekend of June.  Many of these families live far away and travel is expensive.  The day to day living expense for a child with special needs is high, and vacations are sometimes rare.  Imagine never having met another family who has been through the same things you have.  Imagine never having seen another child in person with the same disorder.  I can't describe such a thing accurately.  It would mean the world to us, to all the families to get a weekend of feeling "normal". I have set up this donation button to help other families with traveling expenses, and hopefully be able to provide catered food so they are not worried about that expense.  Below is an itemized list of requests I have received for money.  Any amount would be greatly appreciated.  Thanks for all you do to support our journey.  &lt;br /&gt;With Love, &lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Fare: Flight from Oregon to Dallas $464 a person (three tickets needed)&lt;br /&gt;                Flight from to Dallas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas: Family coming from Georgia $300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental car: Mini van two families will travel together $450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel:  group rate of $69.00 a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Pizza for about 50 people $150&lt;br /&gt;           Subway for about 50 people $150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="YXZCB6XGRUDEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110429-1/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypalobjects.com/WEBSCR-640-20110429-1/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8497278681038313627?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8497278681038313627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8497278681038313627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8497278681038313627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8497278681038313627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2011/05/donate-now.html' title='Donate Now'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-382527709564627822</id><published>2010-04-03T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:17:37.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/S7dbjYagCZI/AAAAAAAAANE/wLPjKnq-Rnk/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/S7dbjYagCZI/AAAAAAAAANE/wLPjKnq-Rnk/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455930136989796754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I have neglected to really talk about the most adorable, sweet, loving girl on the planet.  Caroline is now 21 pounds (which is one pound more than Jackson) she has the cute look of a chubby baby but really is kinda petite.  She is serious most of the time studying everything.  This is a lot like Abigail except Caroline is more willing to try something (by that I mean put it in her mouth). Most of the day she is exploring the house happily playing with whatever she can find.  She is quite attached to me and doesn't let me walk past her without picking her up.  Her first word was Bubba.  That is what we call Jackson most of the time.  She has a special bond with him and has been the best therapy he could have asked for.  She loves her big sister and considers it a huge treat to get the play in her room.  Abigail has to keep her door closed except on Friday after the cleaning lady has been there.  She loves everyone and isn't shy.  Willing to let others hold and play with her.  I blinked and suddenly she is a year old.  The months have run together.  We have been very fortunate that she has not been sick at all.  Caroline has added so much to our family and we are blessed beyond measure to have her :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-382527709564627822?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/382527709564627822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=382527709564627822' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/382527709564627822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/382527709564627822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/caroline.html' title='Caroline'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/S7dbjYagCZI/AAAAAAAAANE/wLPjKnq-Rnk/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5159351641743071002</id><published>2010-04-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:12:47.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Member of our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/S7U2et3pUfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mEdIvB-AHew/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/S7U2et3pUfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mEdIvB-AHew/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455326424966189554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Suzie Q she is a Pug-Zhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5159351641743071002?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5159351641743071002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5159351641743071002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5159351641743071002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5159351641743071002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/newest-member-of-our-family.html' title='Newest Member of our Family'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/S7U2et3pUfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mEdIvB-AHew/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5171358991155030193</id><published>2010-04-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:43:16.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><content type='html'>At a very young age Abigail has already had to learn about how mean girls can be to each other.  Last year there was a girl who made her cry nearly daily.  She would say things like "your dolls name is stupid" "if you really want to be my friend you will...." It was constant. So at the ripe old age of five she learned to deal with the fact that words can hurt and people who say mean words to you are not really your friend.  I gave you that story only to tell you another. Our neighborhood is filled with kids. That is both good and bad.  Her very best friend lives across the street and we love the family; that is the good.  There is another girl a few houses down that is not so nice.  I haven't witnessed her do anything that bad she just isn't that nice.  She knocked on the door a few minutes ago and Abigail asked me to tell her that she couldn't play.  I am thrilled because I don't like the girl that much but I think just maybe a valuable lesson has been learned.  Only surround yourself with people who are nice to you because life is just to short to be treated like CRAP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5171358991155030193?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5171358991155030193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5171358991155030193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5171358991155030193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5171358991155030193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6893534921584912096</id><published>2010-04-01T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:32:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been inspired to come back!</title><content type='html'>More on that later! Ha Ha See I haven't lost my wit. Which might or might not be why you read this.  Serious update coming later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6893534921584912096?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6893534921584912096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6893534921584912096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6893534921584912096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6893534921584912096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-inspired-to-come-back.html' title='I have been inspired to come back!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3993147122472355452</id><published>2009-11-10T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:33:19.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>The surgery I have found a way to avoid for almost two years is finally set for Thursday.  He will be having his cleft palate repaired and ear tubes put in.  I have hopes that this will lead to being able to eat by mouth and speak some words.  I am cautiously optimistic.  What I really want is for this to help with drainage.  Whether it will do anything at all is the real question.  I have heard mixed reviews from people who have had it done.  The nerves and anxiety are almost too much.  I just want it to be over.  Abigail is staying with her grandparents so she doesn't miss more school.  She is excited and I know things will go well but it is hard to leave her.  Caroline is crawling now so keeping her contained will be a challenge as well.  The hope is that he is only in the hospital 24 hours.  I don't mind taking an extra day if that means he will feel a lot better for the 6 hour ride home.  Life is definitely moving to fast. I wish we could just slow down.  Chris will be having knee surgery on the 19th.  Yeah I know we are crazy, but we have met all deductibles so it was important for him to have this done this year.  The doctor was actually being generous getting him worked in before Thanksgiving so he can recover for a week before having to go back to work.  If you are reading this and live anywhere near me HELP!  I am not good at asking for help I want to believe I can do it all by myself well I am finally realizing I can't. I think the saying is it takes a village.... well the village needs to show up.  I am going to need it.  i promise to not say I have it covered. If you offer I will take you up on it.  All that being said life around here is really good. Caroline is her own way has been the best therapy for Jackson. He is mesmerized by her.  He wants to do everything she is doing.  I had hoped this would happen and sure enough.. more movement, more eating, more organized playing, they are just adorable together. Abigail likes Jackson better.  I say that because he is happy to hang on her every word and play along Caroline is to busy to slow down and do what her sister wants her to do.  Business is great.  After three years of being in the store I am finally making my goal money wise.  I am waiting for that to be constant before raising my goal. Again I will say God is Good and has given us a truly blessed, and hard  life.  I complain at times but wouldn't trade anything for the lessons I have learned.  Thanks for always being my support system I love all you guys greatly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3993147122472355452?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3993147122472355452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3993147122472355452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3993147122472355452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3993147122472355452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/11/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8961123131100043436</id><published>2009-10-22T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:46:12.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song To Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SuE1DpxuLsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SueJzOMlMvU/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SuE1DpxuLsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SueJzOMlMvU/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395652165436845762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinch myself sometimes to make sure I'm not in a dream&lt;br /&gt;That's how it seems&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home &lt;br /&gt;And here I am I want to be your everything&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;Turning winter into spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who sees you&lt;br /&gt;Always want's to know you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;Always have a smile&lt;br /&gt;You're standing ovation after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall apart &lt;br /&gt;Just a word from you just somehow seems to fix&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you reach into the weakest moments&lt;br /&gt;And remind me that I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a fool not to see you even worse&lt;br /&gt;To forget that you're more than I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone who sees you&lt;br /&gt;Always want's to know you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;Always have a smile&lt;br /&gt;You're standing ovation after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing &lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;As if my whole world disappears &lt;br /&gt;Without you what's the point of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone who sees you&lt;br /&gt;Always want's to know you&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who knows you&lt;br /&gt;Always have a smile&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream that I've been chasin' after years of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing &lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8961123131100043436?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8961123131100043436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8961123131100043436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8961123131100043436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8961123131100043436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-song-to-jackson.html' title='My Song To Jackson'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SuE1DpxuLsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SueJzOMlMvU/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7428868334710672391</id><published>2009-08-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:03:12.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been busy working on orders as well as new stuff lately.  I am working hard to add things to Etsy in an attempt to sell things outside of my city.  I have discovered facebook as many of you know.  This has been my new form of keeping in touch.  I promise not to let the blog get cobwebs and be pushed aside.  Abigail will be starting Kindergarten in less than two weeks.  Yikes!!  Yet I may have more time to get things accomplished. We will see, there will still be two little ones at home.  Caroline has figured out how to roll over.  We are so proud of her.  I have forgotten just how quickly they catch on.  Jackson was doing some half rolling of his own but watching little sister must be inspiring because he has taken off.  Literally off the bed and across the room.  He is now mobile.  YEAH!!!  I was hopeful that Caroline would be able to teach him things but I had no idea it would start this early.  Family life is great right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7428868334710672391?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7428868334710672391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7428868334710672391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7428868334710672391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7428868334710672391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html' title='Busy!!!!!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8096943197575022562</id><published>2009-07-13T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:59:09.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up</title><content type='html'>Life has been a little better lately.  Things are starting to fall into place.  Such as Caroline has slept through the night for three nights in a row.  That is huge.  She may be getting herself into a routine and that makes my life have a routine which is so necessary to me.  Lots of new stuff with Jackson and his services have been looking up as well.  He is still on the same program but I am learning all kinds of new things that so one bothered to explain.  I have been feeling alone in all of this lately.  I have wonderful friends but.... at the end of the day there struggles with their kids are not the same.  I found myself at the doctors office bawling and have a breakdown when he simply asked how life is going.  Needless to say a prescription for happy pills was written as well as a strong suggestion to find friends with similar lives.  &lt;br /&gt;This is the part where God intervenes. Someone I hadn't talked to in about a year called me by accident.  Seriously she was trying to call someone else named jennifer in her phone.  She took care of her special needs grandson by herself until he passed away.  She has been through it all.  See what I mean about intervening. Wait it gets better.  She left her job as a teacher after her grandson died and went back to school to pursue a masters in social work.  Realizing her heart belonged to helping special needs families.  She just got hired to be the case worker for the program Jackson is on.  She is now in charge of helping me.  Someone I know and trust is going to make sure we get everything we need.  &lt;br /&gt;God is Good!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still trying to warp around this amazing new development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8096943197575022562?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8096943197575022562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8096943197575022562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8096943197575022562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8096943197575022562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2822290967181161688</id><published>2009-06-24T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:04:07.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy!</title><content type='html'>New Etsy shop up and running will be adding items like crazy the next few days.  Take a look.  Link on the side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2822290967181161688?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2822290967181161688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2822290967181161688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2822290967181161688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2822290967181161688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/etsy.html' title='Etsy!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7647164632272360327</id><published>2009-06-18T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:59:25.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45 Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>Got this from another blog and thought you might enjoy it as much as I did.  &lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. &lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step. &lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. &lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch. &lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month. &lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone. &lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it. &lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck. &lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile. &lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present. &lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry. &lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. &lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks. &lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind. &lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger. &lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else. &lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer. &lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow. &lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple. &lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain. &lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you. &lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?' &lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life. &lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything. &lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time. &lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. &lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles. &lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do. &lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now. &lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young. &lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood. &lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved. &lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we’d grab ours back. &lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. &lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;br /&gt;44. Yield. &lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7647164632272360327?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7647164632272360327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7647164632272360327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7647164632272360327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7647164632272360327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-life-lessons.html' title='45 Life Lessons'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3536911315187180362</id><published>2009-06-17T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:45:29.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Completed Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3on3EGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pXc4aclxi6o/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3on3EGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pXc4aclxi6o/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415839927734370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3daV7MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pjlcU8Fa9Ho/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3daV7MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pjlcU8Fa9Ho/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415836918246594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3Ef3E9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/u6ucqRSXJ6I/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3Ef3E9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/u6ucqRSXJ6I/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415830230504402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj22TcObI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7JhJMhfGPlU/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj22TcObI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7JhJMhfGPlU/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415826420316594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj2eMHNSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zLlYWPGOCEI/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj2eMHNSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zLlYWPGOCEI/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415819947128098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3536911315187180362?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3536911315187180362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3536911315187180362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3536911315187180362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3536911315187180362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-completed-projects.html' title='A Few Completed Projects'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Sjlj3on3EGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pXc4aclxi6o/s72-c/IMG_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3302335786281437990</id><published>2009-06-13T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:31:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Peptalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tr0RAMVSRGo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tr0RAMVSRGo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Love Peyton Manning!  One of my all time favorite commercials&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3302335786281437990?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3302335786281437990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3302335786281437990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3302335786281437990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3302335786281437990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/priceless-peptalk.html' title='Priceless Peptalk'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-9048507697982204306</id><published>2009-06-12T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:15:44.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect the Van!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SjLFeNCd4_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yVQppgZX6rY/s1600-h/BK_exl_34FRONT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SjLFeNCd4_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yVQppgZX6rY/s320/BK_exl_34FRONT.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346552830328955890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a new black Honda Odyssey Loaded!  What more is there to say.  Now who's going to make the payments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-9048507697982204306?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9048507697982204306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=9048507697982204306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/9048507697982204306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/9048507697982204306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/respect-van.html' title='Respect the Van!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SjLFeNCd4_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yVQppgZX6rY/s72-c/BK_exl_34FRONT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6857890792278089134</id><published>2009-06-09T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:51:18.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sisters are the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70a95CVqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YbOZ5Q7Q4Fc/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70a95CVqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YbOZ5Q7Q4Fc/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478551862924962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70auTcmII/AAAAAAAAALw/W988xYHsd60/s1600-h/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70auTcmII/AAAAAAAAALw/W988xYHsd60/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478547678730370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70aQdTg-I/AAAAAAAAALo/cSr40zSdB3g/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70aQdTg-I/AAAAAAAAALo/cSr40zSdB3g/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478539667014626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail is serious about him doing his "homework"  things the therapists want him to work on.  Jackson is finally able to sit in the bumbo seat without falling over constantly.  The first picture is to show the marker that is all over his hands.  Abigail is working with him to learn to write.  He is doing pretty well, and enjoys putting marks on the paper.  I don't know where he would be without her.  They have a truly amazing bond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6857890792278089134?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6857890792278089134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6857890792278089134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6857890792278089134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6857890792278089134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-sisters-are-best.html' title='Big Sisters are the Best'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/Si70a95CVqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YbOZ5Q7Q4Fc/s72-c/IMG_0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6034265716717380720</id><published>2009-06-06T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:56:10.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Like Hi To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dadcd39937f272c4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddadcd39937f272c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374717%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59FFB0E97AAE05E66FB614815D3DEEF7D8B3553.C8BC9F12F3C340BADCE3167C5065CC5270DF0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddadcd39937f272c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyG43KXX39xdi_o_OzEsNWEJhChU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddadcd39937f272c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374717%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59FFB0E97AAE05E66FB614815D3DEEF7D8B3553.C8BC9F12F3C340BADCE3167C5065CC5270DF0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddadcd39937f272c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyG43KXX39xdi_o_OzEsNWEJhChU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the grandparents who live to far away to enjoy in person!  Hint Hint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to pause the music at the bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6034265716717380720?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dadcd39937f272c4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6034265716717380720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6034265716717380720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6034265716717380720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6034265716717380720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/sounds-like-hi-to-me.html' title='Sounds Like Hi To Me!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-672970485059856649</id><published>2009-06-05T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:04:59.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SiqhstlqjcI/AAAAAAAAALY/e332h2HIqnY/s1600-h/img_prod_kimbaspring_rdax_85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SiqhstlqjcI/AAAAAAAAALY/e332h2HIqnY/s320/img_prod_kimbaspring_rdax_85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344261697352404418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SiqhsgCfZfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CYJhPJ7rYFo/s1600-h/am_2057_5889578.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SiqhsgCfZfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CYJhPJ7rYFo/s320/am_2057_5889578.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344261693715211762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things we were trying to get for Jackson have been approved!  He will have a new bath chair, the britax special needs car seat and an amazing stroller wheelchair combo thingy called the kimba stroller. This is like Christmas.  Our next big thing will be to try for the sleep safe bed.  This is a twin size bed that has plexi glass railings like a crib.  He really needs something since he is getting more mobile.  I really think his congestion would be better if he had a bed that elevated also.  So we will try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not much else going on school is now out so everyone is home.  It will be nice to have the extra help around the house.  Speaking of extra help Jackson's nursing hours have increased from 17 hours per week to 51 hours.  Yeah I know quite a jump.  I still haven't decided if I will use more hours or not.  Mommy guilt has kicked in and I can't seem to just give in and have the nurse come more often.  Post pardum is rearing it's ugly head these days.  I am dealing with a lot right now.  Nothing major just having a hard time with knowing this is the last baby.  I realize I made this decision but that really doesn't change the emotions of it all. It's funny I can remember telling my mom that I wanted to do more with my life than just be a mom and here I am with three amazing children wanting nothing more than to just be mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-672970485059856649?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/672970485059856649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=672970485059856649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/672970485059856649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/672970485059856649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/06/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SiqhstlqjcI/AAAAAAAAALY/e332h2HIqnY/s72-c/img_prod_kimbaspring_rdax_85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2916303604162805784</id><published>2009-05-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:58:00.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Obsessed</title><content type='html'>This is what I do I am an obsessive personality.  I love spray painting furniture. I now look at everything and want to paint it.  Only now I am running out of things in the house.  Now I want to search for things to paint. But what am I supposed to do with it after I am finished?  I really don't know.  That's when you realize you are obsessed. I went to the habitat for humanity restore yesterday.  Lots of junk but I now can see the possibilities.  I am wanting to go back.  See obsessed.  Couldn't sleep thinking of all the things I saw and want to refinish.  I have been looking for a piece of art to finish our front room.  I can't find anything I like.  I bought a set of swinging doors to hang on the wall.  They will of course be re finished. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2916303604162805784?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2916303604162805784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2916303604162805784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2916303604162805784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2916303604162805784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-obsessed.html' title='I&apos;m Obsessed'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2102674061423935241</id><published>2009-05-24T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:23:05.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>space for crafts</title><content type='html'>When Caroline needed a room I lost my craft room.  The things we sacrifice for our children.  I had attempted many spots only to end up with stuff everywhere.  The kitchen table has not seen us eat there for a few weeks now. Things were getting out of hand.  Then the brilliant idea came to me.  Honestly I was expecting Chris to shoot it down so it was a half hearted idea.  Only much to my surprise he not only like the idea he started moving things around immediately.  We have a very large bedroom.  So I thought what if we pull the king size bed to the middle of the room and create the wall behind the bed as a craft area.  I then want to have a curtain run the 16 feet across the room to become a backdrop for the bed.  Sounds great and things are completely torn apart now but how the hell are you supposed to have a 16 foot curtain run the width of your room?  That part I am very open to suggestions. If this project works go us otherwise a lot of work went into a giant mess.  Wish me luck and a big margarita at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2102674061423935241?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2102674061423935241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2102674061423935241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2102674061423935241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2102674061423935241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/space-for-crafts.html' title='space for crafts'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2345930664247153129</id><published>2009-05-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:35:23.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgzMRRqv_I/AAAAAAAAALA/MsMl2MafYVU/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgzMRRqv_I/AAAAAAAAALA/MsMl2MafYVU/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339073644136677362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a sneak peek at all the fun projects I have been doing!  Aren't I a tease He He &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bench was a nasty yellowish wood with a floral seat.  I paid to much 15.00 but really thought it would look good in the entry way of the house.  Love how it turned out.  A black can of spray paint and a remnant of fabric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2345930664247153129?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2345930664247153129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2345930664247153129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2345930664247153129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2345930664247153129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/projects.html' title='projects'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgzMRRqv_I/AAAAAAAAALA/MsMl2MafYVU/s72-c/IMG_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3966535635130359277</id><published>2009-05-23T08:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:10:02.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRc2kIrDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ow6cHL9LGwY/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRc2kIrDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ow6cHL9LGwY/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339036545628810290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRciM4kBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/djPuCuLiarU/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRciM4kBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/djPuCuLiarU/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339036540162576402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRcV9cEcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BvCjkIjVQYk/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRcV9cEcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BvCjkIjVQYk/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339036536876569026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRcPFq3hI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lw3t8n1RV1M/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRcPFq3hI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lw3t8n1RV1M/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339036535032045074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3966535635130359277?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3966535635130359277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3966535635130359277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3966535635130359277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3966535635130359277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/ShgRc2kIrDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ow6cHL9LGwY/s72-c/IMG_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6572985427027893823</id><published>2009-05-13T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:16:59.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great story</title><content type='html'>Most women became mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Armstrong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecilia. Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But has she patience?" asks the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiles, "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has just enough selfishness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel gasps, "Selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, there is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Mama' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6572985427027893823?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6572985427027893823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6572985427027893823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6572985427027893823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6572985427027893823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-great-story.html' title='Another great story'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5463275701151720103</id><published>2009-05-13T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:54:37.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>This was the first year I have watched biggest loser and wow how inspiring is that show?  A three hour finale was a bit much but over all I know I am now a solid fan.  I wanted Mike to win and he came within four pounds of doing so.  The best part is that they all feel like they got to win because they have changed their lives and have lost a ton of weight. I hope to actually stick to it and lose myself some serious weight.  Something one of the players said has stuck with me.  He and his son were on the show.  The dad talked about how he did this to his son.  He allowed his son to be almost four hundred pounds.  That is so true.  Our own lifestyles are a direct reflection on our kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Goal:  no more drive thru windows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5463275701151720103?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5463275701151720103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5463275701151720103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5463275701151720103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5463275701151720103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5918475607570997114</id><published>2009-05-11T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:57:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me and was so powerful I wanted to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom &lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys &lt;br /&gt;Or forgot words to a lullaby &lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not &lt;br /&gt;My plants were poisonous &lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom &lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on &lt;br /&gt;Pooped on - chewed on - or peed on &lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind &lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts and I slept all night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom... &lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child &lt;br /&gt;So doctors could do all those tests &amp; give a shot &lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried myself &lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple little jester &lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night &lt;br /&gt;Just watching my little baby sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom... &lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put them down &lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break a million times as they grew &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't stop the hurt - I prayed &lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small &lt;br /&gt;Could affect my life so much &lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much &lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom... &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of unconditional love &lt;br /&gt;Having my heart outside my body &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel &lt;br /&gt;To feed a hungry baby with our bodies &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond existed &lt;br /&gt;And between a mother and her child - there is no stronger bond &lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was important and ever needed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom... &lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;Every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay - I have never given up &lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy and the love &lt;br /&gt;And the complete heartache and the complete wonderment &lt;br /&gt;Or the satisfaction of being a Mom &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much &lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom - I did not exist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5918475607570997114?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5918475607570997114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5918475607570997114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5918475607570997114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5918475607570997114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4116305433510246731</id><published>2009-04-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:39:35.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying three kids wow what a household that makes!   All of my kids have a great disposition and are great sleepers but they all need something somehow at the same time.  I am trying not to make Abigail the "Can you go get this" girl but it's hard not to ask her to be my extra hands.  Jackson has been very vocal lately.  This is a great thing except that it is this high pitched noise that is driving me crazy.  I am trying to adjust to this new sound but I have to admit it is hard.  Caroline is precious.  She is still in that sleep poop sleep some more stage.  She is doing well at night, I just don't like getting up.  I got spoiled with Jackson having a feeding pump.  If only something could feed Caroline through the night.  Ha Ha.  For fear of jinxing myself I don't really mean that comment.  So on to the ugly truth.  My child is severely disabled.  Not that this is new news it's just that at times you can forget and get into a normal routine then bam!  something happens.  Jackson needs new things.  He still isn't sitting independently.  He has outgrown the infant carrier plus someone else needs it.  He had outgrown the infant bath and needs something else for the regular bath.  As I was shopping in a special needs catalog for these items the physical therapist told me not to buy these items because medicaid will pay for them.  I was very excited.  He has now been fitted for a britax carseat, a bath seat and an unexpected thing called a kimba stroller.  This stroller is amazing and the chair part comes out and attaches to a base like thing for your house.  I am excited about these things yet having a hard time knowing they are necessary.  A bed will be our next thing to try for.  I think he needs something that elevates at the head to help with his congestion.  We will see.  Jackson is now 18 lbs 6oz.  That is great news but now he's getting heavy or at least next to holding little peanut he seems heavy.  He looks great and even has rolls to spare.  That formula really was the trick. We just keep trucking along as life is ever changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4116305433510246731?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4116305433510246731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4116305433510246731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4116305433510246731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4116305433510246731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bad-and-ugly-truth.html' title='The Good, The Bad and The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3939692831262898994</id><published>2009-04-12T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:05:18.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKr3y0YKdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PbkB1vuZtsk/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFxZ2iaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RzX-W0b__s8/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324005825154812322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFokRL8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3L8snUH1dFI/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFokRL8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3L8snUH1dFI/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324005822782582722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFYjgp4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FVq_M5Cg9gw/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFYjgp4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FVq_M5Cg9gw/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324005818484434818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFJye8dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6yi0wALuZRU/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrFJye8dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6yi0wALuZRU/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324005814520705490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrE6PR8kI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yEG1f8lwHwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKrE6PR8kI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yEG1f8lwHwQ/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324005810346521154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAROLINE ROSE&lt;br /&gt;7lbs. 3oz.&lt;br /&gt;19 3/4 inches &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline was born Wednesday morning at 8:16.  Things went very smoothly.  No problems no panic attacks just easy.  Well easy really isn't the right word but compared to what I was preparing for easy.  We came home Friday around noon. We both were doing that great.  I felt well and really over did it.  Saturday was a bear.  I didn't sleep much and I was really sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today went well and we had a great Easter here at the house.  The Easter bunny made his appearance and left eggs all over the yard.  Jackson has really enjoyed playing with his basket of goodies.  Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3939692831262898994?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3939692831262898994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3939692831262898994' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3939692831262898994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3939692831262898994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SeKr3y0YKdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PbkB1vuZtsk/s72-c/IMG_0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8920031139205013821</id><published>2009-04-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:45:45.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The date is Set</title><content type='html'>So my wish is coming true and Caroline will be here at 7:30 in the am on Wednesday.  I am now officially in oh shit mode.  My cousin is going to spend the night with us on Tuesday and take Abigail to school at 9.  Jackson's nurse comes from 8:30 till 2 MWF so that is already in place.  The rest we will have to make up as it comes around.  My mom is coming when I was really supposed to have her next week.  I think it will be nice to already be home from the hospital when mom gets here. Even though things are always chaos I think that is the only way I know how to operate these days.  Please say a prayer for us on Wed.  I am very nervous about having another c section.  It is hard to forget what it was like with Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8920031139205013821?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8920031139205013821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8920031139205013821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8920031139205013821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8920031139205013821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-is-set.html' title='The date is Set'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4377532447643533991</id><published>2009-04-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:40:34.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic-- A small Update</title><content type='html'>Things have been crazy around here for a while.  WE can't seem to keep everyone well at one time.  Jackson was hospitalized for pneumonia from Thursday to Saturday of last week. That was quite an ordeal.  Chris took the day off to take Jackson to the doctor and run my errands since I was on bed rest.  We thought he had another ear infection.  Needless to say we were not prepared to go to the hospital. The doctor was thinking he might have a blood infection based on some other things going on with him.  WE are very grateful it was only pneumonia.  During that time tests were done on me thinking I had preeclampsia again.  So the same day Jackson is in the hospital I am supposed to be on bed-rest. Ha Ha .  The test came back normal for me thank goodness.  Jackson is doing well now and continues on breathing treatments and an antibiotic. I have been going to the doctor twice a week and am done with all this.  I am tired of driving over there about thirty minutes away and tired of all the poking and prodding that has gone on this pregnancy.  I am grateful to such a caring and cautious doctor but am really ready to not go anymore. Abigail was sick with a stomach bug Friday but bounced back within 12 hours and had a 4 hour nap.  The bug was just enough for me to get it and I spent all day yesterday in the bathroom or in my room.  I guess I am lucky it happened on the weekend.  I am barely hanging on this morning but another doctors appointment awaits me in about an hour.  I think I will request Caroline be born this week instead of next.  I don't know how that will go over but a girls got to try right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4377532447643533991?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4377532447643533991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4377532447643533991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4377532447643533991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4377532447643533991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/04/hectic-small-update.html' title='Hectic-- A small Update'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7992221688865129142</id><published>2009-03-22T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:06:44.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson is 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Jackson's birthday.  We had a nice day with the exception of all of us having head congestion.  It was just the family which was nice.  I really didn't feel the need to go over board this year. I hate to say the decorations and cake were more for Abigail's benefit.  The balloons all about Jack though.  HE loves mylar balloons.  We have now survived two years which according to the research increases his mortality rate greatly. While I am thrilled at that prospect, I have to admit his birthday brings it all back.  The days, weeks, months surrounding his birth and diagnosis.  I want to encourage you to visit my favorite blog My New Normal it is on my sidebar.  She describes in perfect detail how I have been feeling lately.  How I will more than likely feel every birthday.   In all that sadness one of the kids I keep track of died at the age of twenty yesterday.  So while mortality rates can increase we never know how long any of us has.  I try not to stay long in the sadness of it all, I don't want to miss the great moments we do have with our miracle Jack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7992221688865129142?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7992221688865129142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7992221688865129142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7992221688865129142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7992221688865129142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/03/jackson-is-2.html' title='Jackson is 2'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8140074563971169793</id><published>2009-02-24T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:20:58.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb  Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know it's Miley cyrus but it's a good song!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it. &lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreamin &lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying you'll never reach it. &lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking. &lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels &lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction. &lt;br /&gt;My faith is shakin. &lt;br /&gt;But I,I gotta keep tryin. &lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move. &lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;It's the climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing. &lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but &lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking. &lt;br /&gt;I may not know it but these are the moments that &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going. &lt;br /&gt;And I, I gotta be strong. &lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on 'cause, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move. &lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle &lt;br /&gt;But Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;It's the climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move. &lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're gonna have to lose. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;It's the climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-yeah-yea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, &lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing, &lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, &lt;br /&gt;Baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about, &lt;br /&gt;It’s all about the climb. &lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith, &lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, O Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8140074563971169793?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8140074563971169793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8140074563971169793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8140074563971169793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8140074563971169793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/climb-miley-cyrus.html' title='The Climb  Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5966904532116311234</id><published>2009-02-24T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:22:35.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should remove the baby count down from the blog.  It is starting to taunt me.  Reminding me I don't have the house just the way I want it.  I don't have diapers stock plied in the closet like with the other kids.  50 days that can't be right.  This pregnancy has flown by.  I need to just keep her inside me, I'm pretty sure that's the only way to survive having three kids.  Car seat situation still not figured out.  Double stroller still not decided on or wanting to spend the money.  (please insert a panicked voice along with blog post it's much more dramatic that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gosh I'm having another baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5966904532116311234?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5966904532116311234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5966904532116311234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5966904532116311234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5966904532116311234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking Out'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7129458325641470557</id><published>2009-02-22T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:26:03.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating Madness!</title><content type='html'>I have been in a decorating kind of mood lately.  I want everything in the house to look different.  I have a long short dresser in my hallway.  It is the heavy dark wood style with gold door knocker type handles.  You know your parents furniture.  Well I wish I had taken a before picture It has now been sanded and spray painted black.  It will then be lightly sanded to give it the rustic look that is oh so popular.  This thing is gorgeous!  i already have a plan for the wall space above said dresser.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right is a button for a new blog I found that is dedicated to decorating.  I am crazy in love with it.  Pictures coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7129458325641470557?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7129458325641470557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7129458325641470557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7129458325641470557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7129458325641470557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/02/decorating-madness.html' title='Decorating Madness!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8105602071044139098</id><published>2009-01-27T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:20:26.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_ME9GmfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n9WMUWEWVQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_ME9GmfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n9WMUWEWVQ8/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296176072304786738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_MEuRmeRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4Xd1oES9ykA/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_MEuRmeRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4Xd1oES9ykA/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296176068324391186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_METFiY0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mgyetEIW0J8/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_METFiY0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mgyetEIW0J8/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296176061026034498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_MDwoXh7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8vpcOpt7aoM/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_MDwoXh7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8vpcOpt7aoM/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296176051776882610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_MDtxMXgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Gog2_0KAKjU/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_MDtxMXgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Gog2_0KAKjU/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296176051008593410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that I have been slacking on posting.  I sincerely apologize.  Things are great around here.  Jackson has gained two pounds since Christmas, which makes the total three pounds since starting this new formula.  He now weighs 16 pounds 9 ounces.  That is the most he has ever weighed.  Weight gain was our main goal, but we weren't prepared for all the wonderful things that were in store.  Jackson has come alive in the last month.  He smiles and laughs and has so much more strength.  He truly seems like a different child.  Small miracles but miracles none the less.  Abigail continues to dazzles us with her wit and intelligence.  The picture of her above is of a puzzle she has completed.  She is really into puzzles and is now doing 63 piece puzzles.  She got a mid year report from school that would make any parent gush with pride.  She is an amazing kid.  She continues to take dance twice a week and loves it.  The theme of their recital this year is the circus.  I got to preview the costumes they are adorable.  I'm not sure how I will go to the recital since it is the week I am due, but we will see.  Pregnancy continues to go well and I am getting rather large.  I am now on iron pills since my iron was low at the last test.  They are big pills and I really don't like pills but it's just another thing to go through.  Caroline is quite the mover and can't wait to see how her personality stacks up to my other two.  The store is going through some changes.  We are no longer going to carry consignment clothes.  The laws are changing and concerns over lead in clothing has made it not worth trying to keep the clothes.  We are in the process of making booths and renting them out to crafters.  This is the direction I always wanted for the store so, hopefully it will take off.  I have bee busy trying to make stuff to fill my booth.  I didn't realize just how low I let my inventory get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh at my mother when she talked about how fast time was passing.  I am so sorry mom.  I get it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8105602071044139098?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8105602071044139098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8105602071044139098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8105602071044139098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8105602071044139098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SX_ME9GmfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n9WMUWEWVQ8/s72-c/IMG_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7150166700612346087</id><published>2009-01-16T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:41:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day You Will Lady Antebellum</title><content type='html'>You feel like you’re falling backwards&lt;br /&gt;Like you’re slippin’ through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Like no one would even notice&lt;br /&gt;If you left this town and never came back&lt;br /&gt;You walk outside and all you see is rain&lt;br /&gt;You look inside and all you feel is pain&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But down the road the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;In every cloud there’s a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;Just keep holding on (just keep holding on)&lt;br /&gt;And every heartache makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;But it won’t be much longer&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find love, you’ll find peace&lt;br /&gt;And the you you’re meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I know right now that’s not the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;But one day you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up every morning and ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here anyway&lt;br /&gt;With the weight of all those disappointments&lt;br /&gt;Whispering in your ear&lt;br /&gt;You’re just barely hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;You wanna scream but you’re down to your last breath&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t know it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to rise above&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Find just what you’re made of, you’re made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you will&lt;br /&gt;Oh one day you will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7150166700612346087?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7150166700612346087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7150166700612346087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7150166700612346087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7150166700612346087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day-you-will-lady-antebellum.html' title='One Day You Will Lady Antebellum'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6816187124598253008</id><published>2009-01-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:37:55.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Friend I Have Never Met</title><content type='html'>My dearest friend Trish shares the same sad story of Emanuel's Syndrome.  I have spoken often of her and look up to her.  I would have never survived this diagnosis without her.  I have never met her.  We can spend hours on the phone as if we are sisters and keep in touch through blogs.  When I heard this song I thought of her.  She is struggling right now with a delicate situation of trying to adopt her foster son.  We share so many traits and immediately feel the same things.  I know how I would feel in her shoes and can easily imagine the agony she is in now.  All I can say is the harder the road the sweeter the victory.  I love you dearly and think of you all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6816187124598253008?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6816187124598253008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6816187124598253008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6816187124598253008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6816187124598253008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-friend-i-have-never-met.html' title='To A Friend I Have Never Met'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-288577589863857247</id><published>2009-01-06T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:39:00.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Without You    Bebo Norman</title><content type='html'>Take these hands and lift them up&lt;br /&gt;For I have not the strength to praise You near enough&lt;br /&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my voice and pour it out&lt;br /&gt;Let it sing the songs of mercy I have found&lt;br /&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;All my soul needs&lt;br /&gt;Is all Your love to cover me&lt;br /&gt;So all the world will see&lt;br /&gt;That I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my body and build it up&lt;br /&gt;May it be broken as an offering of love&lt;br /&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my soul needs&lt;br /&gt;Is all Your love to cover me&lt;br /&gt;So all the world will see&lt;br /&gt;That I have nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;With all my soul&lt;br /&gt;With all my mind&lt;br /&gt;With all the strength that I can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my time here on this earth&lt;br /&gt;And let it glorify all that You are worth&lt;br /&gt;For I am nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-288577589863857247?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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We didn't do anything.  No one came to our house we didn't go anywhere and it was wonderful.  I wouldn't want this to be the norm but it was great not having to cook a huge meal or smile through gritted teeth at some members of the family.  Abigail got up about 7:30 and wanted to check the reindeer food and yes the reindeers ate it all up.  She then had to check the cookies she so diligently made with love. They were gone too.  Then the big thing she asked for seemed like an impossible toy from Santa, but since Santa is an avid Ebay shopper her fantasy came true.  She asked for a My Little Pony Nintendo DS with sparkles.  Yeah no joke.  Well, apparently you can order covers in just about anything your heart desires and it got here in a very timely fashion.  It even has her name on it.  We opened the fifty toys over the course of the day.  I hate opening Barbies they have too many pieces and they are all attached with rubber-bands.  My aunt out did herself this year and surprised us with a Wii.  I wouldn't break down and buy one so....  We have had a blast.  It really is worth all the hype.  Abigail has caught on quickly and will soon out pass us on ability.  Jackson thinks it's hilarious to watch us play.  He has really been laughing so much more lately.  We must look goofy to him.  He had gained 1 pound.  I was hoping for more but a gain is a gain and I will take it.  Chris still has a week off so I am trying to come up with more projects.  He isn't impressed.  Chris' dad gave us money for Christmas and we decided to buy a wall of bookcases.  Well I had no idea bookcases would be so hard to find or so expensive.  Needless to say this debate is ongoing in our house.  I am so cheap!  I think he will wear me down but I'm trying to hang in there. He continues to remind me of my quest to have the house just the way I want it.  He is very good at this.  Part of the problem is there is a matching office computer desk.  We have been wanting one for a while.  We have had the Wal-Mart versions that break or are impossible to move without breaking.  Anyway.   I will let you know who wins this one.  Love you all.  Be safe Hope you enjoyed your holiday just as much as we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1025663620407238252?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1025663620407238252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1025663620407238252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1025663620407238252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1025663620407238252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-christmas.html' title='What a Christmas'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8255871393696674530</id><published>2008-12-18T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:26:59.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>So I didn't want to leave my last post as the most recent one.  I am feeling better and just had a bad day.  That will happen from time to time.  I have thrown myself into my annual holiday baking I have made pan upon pan of fudge, hopscotch, and ginger snaps.  I wish I could say I have refrained but.......  All the presents have been wrapped and are under the new tree.  Chris and Abigail will be out of school tom. for two weeks.  Right now I am excited as I have many house plans.  I will be 30 on the 23rd.  Amazing I'm still standing and doing pretty good for 30. I am treating myself to a haircut in the morning.  I hope I like it.  It will be quite a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8255871393696674530?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8255871393696674530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8255871393696674530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8255871393696674530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8255871393696674530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5228566645496332430</id><published>2008-12-16T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:32:45.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wish</title><content type='html'>I sit here with tears streaming down my face.  Sometimes you can't escape what is.  If I could have one wish it would be to heal my sweet baby boy.  How is this the life God wants him to live. Another therapy has come and gone and still no miracle break through.  Abigail acted up yet again, wanting the attention.  I just can't help being sad at the necessity of therapists.  I am definitely having a why me moment.  Every day there is something to make me realize just how abnormal our life is.  How much I want for Jackson and the doubts that creep in about his ability to ever do things.  Just one wish.  That's it.  I need to somehow believe the possibility exists.  Yes I realize I have to deal with what is and not rely on some miracle to change the situation.  I am thankful for all the lessons I have learned but not today.  I just want to hear him talk and see him run through the house.  I want these things more than I've ever wanted anything.  I want him to be all boy breaking things and putting toys in the toilet.  At times the pain is just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5228566645496332430?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5228566645496332430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5228566645496332430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5228566645496332430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5228566645496332430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-wish.html' title='One Wish'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3839709099893589463</id><published>2008-12-12T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:50:59.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Caroline</title><content type='html'>Today was one I had spent weeks stressing over.  I had an appointment with the at risk doctor.  He has the really fancy equipment and we were to get the 20 week ultrasound done there.  I don't think I would have been so stressed if this was not the same doctor who had the privilege of telling us things would be wrong with Jackson.  I remember every detail of that appointment 20 months ago.  I thought I was going to talk to him about pre-eclampsia and when I was going to deliver early, instead it became what would start the nightmare of fears for our baby boy.  One of the things I told Chris this morning was as scared as I am I think if he is the one to tell me everything is fine I will finally relax and believe it.  After two hours in the waiting room we were brought back to the same room the room.  I was surprisingly calm, nervous but calm.  Then we saw her--   she was sucking her fingers, then she yawned and started moving and kicking around.  Every measurement was right on schedule.  Our baby looked perfect.  The dreaded doctor came in to take a look as well.  He remembered every detail of Jackson and found a way to show me that all of those things were fine in Caroline.  It was an amazing appointment.  Our genetics counselor came in to watch the ultrasound too she has been through hell with us and cried with us.  Now we got to cry tears of joy.  I feel so great right now!  Thanks for all the prayers you knew before I did things were fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3839709099893589463?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3839709099893589463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3839709099893589463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3839709099893589463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3839709099893589463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-caroline.html' title='Sweet Caroline'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-553544244852527208</id><published>2008-12-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:32:29.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Chris and I were just talking about Africa.  There was a story on the news about how bad the water was and the amount of people dying from disease.  As I was reading another blog she posted about this great organization that drills wells for water in Africa.  For twenty dollars you buy one person water for twenty years.  My water bill was sixty five dollars last month and I didn't think twice about what that means or how much I am paying for all the long hot baths I take.  We have it good people.  Consider helping out.  You can click on the picture on my sidebar and it will give you all the details.  Have a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-553544244852527208?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/553544244852527208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=553544244852527208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/553544244852527208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/553544244852527208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/water-for-christmas.html' title='Water for Christmas'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5554133918199715472</id><published>2008-12-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:15:41.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have been doing serious clean out around here.  This is by far the most nesting I have ever done.  I had a guest room that doubled as my craft room.  If you have ever witnessed this you know what I mean when I say I could have opened my own store.  The stuff was piled high and the closet unable to reach or close that door.  I should have taken a picture of all my shame but you will just have to imagine.  That room had to be completely cleared out for Chris to paint over the Thanksgiving break.  Sometimes being a teacher rocks.(He had the whole week off to work on the house) I threw away countless trash bags and bagged over 20 bags of stuff for goodwill.  Abigail's new room is painted and she has been living in it about a week.  We are getting new carpet for all the kids rooms on Wednesday, so the rooms are somewhat  torn apart because they don't want anything on the floor but the big furniture.  Last night Chris primed and painted Caroline's room white.  My friend will be adding lots of color so we went back to plain white walls.  I guess it took having that third child to make me really get in gear.  I have complained about my house being so full for years now.  I did most of the damage by my shopping.  I think I have had an important break through in the last few weeks.  I am finally doing something about my problem house.  I thought when we bought a house with almost 3000 square feet we would never fill it. HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!    I am trying to take my anxiety about the baby (something I can't do anything about) and put that energy into the house (something I have the power to change)  See the break through?  I'm feeling really mature right now.  Go Me! The only Christmas decoration I have out is the tree.  I didn't think I could get away with not putting it up.  I just don't want to add to the clutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5554133918199715472?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5554133918199715472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5554133918199715472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5554133918199715472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5554133918199715472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy.html' title='BUSY!!!!!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6840124197112747704</id><published>2008-11-20T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:11:55.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SSWL7yvIrUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1hNj-NAOWy0/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SSWL6aT1tzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UjWpX2x9w-A/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270772774518241074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6840124197112747704?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6840124197112747704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6840124197112747704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6840124197112747704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6840124197112747704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/pics.html' title='Pics!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SSWL7yvIrUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1hNj-NAOWy0/s72-c/IMG_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2962800851748936175</id><published>2008-11-20T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:31:38.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>I feel much better.  There is something therapeutic about writing your feelings, exposing yourself to others thoughts.  I ordered Caroline's bedding this morning and have been busily working to clean out both girls rooms.  I have decided to get new carpet while we are at it.  I haven't finalized that and am going to attempt to haggle my way into a better deal.  I really didn't want to spend more than 2500 for the three bedrooms and the hallway.  It is going to cost about 3300 so I may have to go back to the drawing board.  I am working hard to reassure myself that what ever happens is by design.  Something I know all to well but for some reason I don't think you can completely surrender to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to spent my last pregnancy upset about what might happen.  I want to enjoy every moment and realize what a miracle this truly is.  I am getting another girl!!!!  I have so many hopes and dreams for our family.  I try so hard not to give into dreams afraid of the disappointment if they don't come true.  This is nonsense.  I realize that now.  To live a life afraid of the unknown is not living.  I will probably slip up from time to time, but I will try hard to keep this attitude up.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your words of encouragement and prayers, they really do make a difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2962800851748936175?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2962800851748936175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2962800851748936175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2962800851748936175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2962800851748936175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3821941967894916292</id><published>2008-11-13T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:53:33.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>My crazy life.  Where to begin.  I have been all over the place lately.  Pregnancy hormones not so great.  I have found myself in constant panic mode.  I have spent the last two years getting myself to the "good place"  I had given up the idea that i was in control and had found a way to accept things as they came.  Did you notice the past tense in that sentence.  I have worried and stressed the last 16 weeks about things I have no control over.  I have been irrational and prone to cry.  Again I blame hormones. I go to the doctor every other week because of my high risk status. My experience with Jackson and the five months in the hospital not to mention the emergency birth have scarred me in a way I can't put into words.  I idea of doing all that again sends me into a panic attack.  I thought being told she was healthy genetically would elevate that.  I was wrong.  I so desperately want to calm down and enjoy what will be my last baby.  I want to glow and be ecstatic.  I'm having trouble doing that because of fear.  I am fine as long as I stay busy which isn't hard but if I ever have any down time I am thinking and worrying.  Any tips on how to chill out would really help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching gears.  I met with the nutritionist and she says he is getting half the calories he needs.  Crazy I know.  So we are starting on a new formula and this formula can be ordered through our nursing service which means medicaid will be paying for it.  That is a huge weight lifted.  Hopefully this will provide Jackson with the much needed energy and nutrients.  I am really excited.  I have given in and will now have his nurse 16 hours a week instead of five.  I love her she loves Jackson things are amazing on that front.  I am excited I won't have to get him out as much as the winter weather is starting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked out bedding and figured out Caroline Rose's room.  The bedding is called the John Lennon collection.  It has bright colors hot pink, lime green and turquoise.  The bedding says All You Need Is Love.  I have already bought her a lava lamp as a night light.  Tisha will be painting large flowers and peace signs on the walls.  It will be so cute.  I am losing my sewing room.  I am moving Abigail in there and the baby in her room.  This is really more work than necessary but the sewing room has better closets and when she's older she will be glad she has that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song in the back ground is coldplay.  I heard Chris listening to it the other day and asked him about.  He was surprised I haven't heard it and said he listened to it over and over when Jackson was in the hospital.  He finds it symbolic in a very different way than I did.  As I listened to the words I found myself thinking of it as me talking to myself.  Saying as I go through all of this my life I will continue to try and fix you.  I hope you find meaning in it for yourself as well.  I can so easily identify with music and treasure a song's ability to put my feelings into words.  Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix You Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3821941967894916292?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3821941967894916292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3821941967894916292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3821941967894916292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3821941967894916292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3923088885128953220</id><published>2008-11-03T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:21:12.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to pause music at the bottom to watch video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3923088885128953220?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3923088885128953220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3923088885128953220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3923088885128953220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3923088885128953220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-forget-to-pause-music-at-bottom-to.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to pause music at the bottom to watch video!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7375685332418548809</id><published>2008-11-03T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:18:55.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barlow Girl- Never Alone ( WITH LYRICS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zCMnfRGHeto' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zCMnfRGHeto'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7375685332418548809?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7375685332418548809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7375685332418548809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7375685332418548809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7375685332418548809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/11/barlow-girl-never-alone-with-lyrics.html' title='Barlow Girl- Never Alone ( WITH LYRICS)'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3396461391219069506</id><published>2008-10-21T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:23:45.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated.  Jackson has been steadily losing weight for a while.  He is eighteen months old and only 13 lbs and 14 oz.  About six months ago he was 16 lbs.  The next time we checked he was 14 lbs. 6 oz.  then todays weigh in was the 13 lbs and 14 oz.  I have been trying to get a nutritionist to see him.  Apparently that takes an act of congress.  His pediatrician who I thought I loved in starting to frustrate me too.  he said that Jackson could move to a new formula called next steps because he is older.  I looked at the ingredients and they are the same as what he gets now.  I'm not sure how that is supposed to help.  Those of you who have tube fed babies please direct me.  What type of feeding schedule do you have.  I think I am starving him but how am I supposed to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3396461391219069506?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3396461391219069506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3396461391219069506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3396461391219069506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3396461391219069506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/weight-loss.html' title='weight loss'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-114099692561594862</id><published>2008-10-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:06:07.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry for the month long hiatus.  In my defense things around here are big time changing.  I found myself unexpectedly pregnant.  Yes I know you just had to reread that word.  We have been pretty tight lipped about it for the obvious reason of genetics.  We had saddled the fence on whether to have another baby for a while.  Should we take the chance and how would we survive having to hear another baby was going to have problems.  We had made some hard decisions concerning the pregnancy and were trying to move forward with whatever would happen next.  Everyday I found myself thinking I didn't have a miscarriage today, but there's always tomorrow. We then made the decision to fly to Dallas and have a test called a CVS.  That tests the placenta and does a DNA test.  I had the test done on October 1st.  The real waiting began.  I jumped when the phone rang and spent hours imagining what the phone call would sound like.  Chris who is always the champion in these situations had the best of hopes, while I wouldn't allow myself to be happy.  All that being said I still played around with names looked at nursery bedding and made so many plans.  I guess you can't stop yourself.  The phone rang at 8:15 in the morning as I was trying to get Abigail ready for school.  The ID said out of area so I almost didn't answer it.  The women said This is vicki from Dr. Weiss' office and thank goodness I was in the kitchen near a chair.  My hand was shaking and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing.  She continued to say everything came back 100% normal, would you like to know the gender?  I started bawling and shaking harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE ARE HAVING A HEALTHY BABY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for some reason still have trouble believing it.  I can't seem to relax even after being told things will be fine.  I know too much now I have seen too much.  I was severely pre-eclampsic with Jackson and that is why he was two months early.  I am trying to stay positive.  Things will be changing big time around here.  The baby is due April 23rd.  Please pray that everything goes smoothly with this pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-114099692561594862?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/114099692561594862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=114099692561594862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/114099692561594862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/114099692561594862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-9044541633459857322</id><published>2008-09-15T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:42:34.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martina McBride - Anyway</title><content type='html'>I listened to this song about a million times when Jackson was in the hospital.  It brought me great comfort and strength.  I saw the video for the first time yesterday and wanted to share it with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on link to watch video   &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/--40227686"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to go for it.  Whatever " it " is for you.  Make your dreams come true.  Be an inspiration to those around you.  Nothing is impossible.  &lt;br /&gt;I would love nothing more than to hear your story as one that defied the odds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-9044541633459857322?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9044541633459857322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=9044541633459857322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/9044541633459857322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/9044541633459857322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/martina-mcbride-anyway.html' title='Martina McBride - Anyway'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1910185561964293710</id><published>2008-09-15T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:03:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying The Odds</title><content type='html'>I admit I am one of those people who gets most of their news from the headlines on Yahoo's opening page.  I actually stay pretty informed that way.  One of todays headlines is doctors baffled by woman's paralysis recovery.  For a mother who has heard doctors use words like will never, most likely won't, we need surgery for that hearing stories that defy the odds are music to my ears.  Miracles happen.  No Explanation Needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1910185561964293710?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1910185561964293710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1910185561964293710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1910185561964293710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1910185561964293710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/defying-odds.html' title='Defying The Odds'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5358644820737351848</id><published>2008-09-06T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:18:56.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Branching Out</title><content type='html'>I am trying something new.  I have a new blog where I will feature some of the goodies I make in the store.  On the sidebar is the link to  sew jennifer creations.  I am going to look into doing paypal but I want it to take off a bit first.  I love doing custom orders for people and want to make this more available to my friends in far off places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy around here as Abigail started a new preschool Wednesday.  She lovesssss it!  Jackson will have a nurse come on Mondays.  Verdict still out on this one.  I really liked her so we will see.  Chris is back from his most adventurous trip to Denver.  Lots of stories and lots of parties with big names.  That's about as much detail as I care to talk about.  Hot water heater went out that was an expensive venture.  Business continues to do well and I am still enjoying it so.......  the story continues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5358644820737351848?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5358644820737351848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5358644820737351848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5358644820737351848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5358644820737351848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/09/branching-out.html' title='Branching Out'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7439254034510410862</id><published>2008-08-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:24:32.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>Brandi Carlile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true... I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;You do and I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yea it's true... that I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yea it's true.....  that I was made to be your friend, your daughter, your wife, and your mother&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing the journey with me without you I would not be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7439254034510410862?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7439254034510410862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7439254034510410862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7439254034510410862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7439254034510410862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1880171193884271415</id><published>2008-08-20T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:07:39.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Things Will Change!</title><content type='html'>Doctors and websites all said my baby wouldn't walk, talk, or do much of anything.  That is a tough reality to hear.  It is a parents worst case scenario.  We have watched our baby who had a 2% chance of being born alive fight.  He has fought and conquered more in 16 months than we thought he would in his whole life.  We are really struggling with how hypotonic he is.  He is like a rag doll on a good day.  Physical therapy is much more exhausting for me than him, but what we are lacking for progress in physical strength we are making leaps and bounds mentally.  We now have about 12 pictures of things that are important to him like toys and family.  He can look at a series of pictures and pick out the correct one we are asking for.  He is also made the connection between the picture and the object.  His communication skills are excellent.  He is trying to say the words with the pictures. It often comes out as the first letter sound of the word but very impressive.  We are on such a high from the things he has been doing lately.  These things so many people said he wouldn't do.  There are so few people chosen to have a miracle in there lives.  I know better than to think I will wake up and all the obstacles in his life will vanish but ..........   I love a good unexplained miracle! Here's to Jackson and all the things that are subject to change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1880171193884271415?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1880171193884271415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1880171193884271415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1880171193884271415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1880171193884271415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-things-can-change.html' title='These Things Will Change!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6202372619210823096</id><published>2008-08-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:32:45.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHELPS PHAN!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Pause music at the bottom of the blog to listen to you tube video.  I have never watched swimming, yet I didn't miss a race Michael Phelps was in.  He is amazing and a true inspiration.  He says nothing motivates him more than when somesone says it can't be done.  We need more role models like him!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6202372619210823096?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6202372619210823096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6202372619210823096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6202372619210823096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6202372619210823096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/phelps-phan.html' title='PHELPS PHAN!!!!!!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2710867977227313475</id><published>2008-08-17T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:41:21.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Gold Medals Michael Phelps Won  More Olympic Gold Medals Than Anybody Ever Narrated by Morgan Freeman Bejing Olympics 2008 VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/n7W45Fr6NRA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/n7W45Fr6NRA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2710867977227313475?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2710867977227313475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2710867977227313475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2710867977227313475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2710867977227313475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-gold-medals-michael-phelps-won-more.html' title='8 Gold Medals Michael Phelps Won  More Olympic Gold Medals Than Anybody Ever Narrated by Morgan Freeman Bejing Olympics 2008 VI'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4734642786696980432</id><published>2008-08-14T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:38:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like Eva Gabor</title><content type='html'>I spent three and a half hours being pampered yesterday.  Chris got me a spa package for my birthday in December and I just used it.  This is the life.  I feel so relaxed and like a Queen.  I don't know why but when thinking what song could I put to a spa entry Green Acres came to mind.  I can't explain, other than I live in West Texas and I felt fancy today.  I think I was supposed to be born somewhere like New York with great shopping and fancy living.  If anyone ever asks you what you want for your birthday always say a spa package.  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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2621502092781332836</id><published>2008-08-06T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:53:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2621502092781332836?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2621502092781332836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2621502092781332836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2621502092781332836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2621502092781332836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-and-video-editing-at-www.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8389339108543395159</id><published>2008-08-06T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:59:15.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SJpUorrgGeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6HpR6KBZaR8/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SJpUorrgGeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6HpR6KBZaR8/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231586975040936418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been meaning to post about our family trip to Las Vegas and out of laziness am just now uploading the pictures.  We spent two weeks with my mom and her husband.  We did all the average touristy things like the strip and lots and lots of shopping.  In fact Chris and I both had to send boxes home which was cheaper than pay for another bag on the plane.  We took a direct flight 2 hours and 10 minutes (the kids were perfect both ways) you wouldn't have even known we had kids with us.  Thank God for small things.  Chris spend the first week attending a government conference which according to him was excellent.  The excellent part for me was getting to spend the week days with my mom away from husbands!  Jackson is usually a momma's boy but with Grandma around I was nothing.  They got a chance to really bond for that I am very grateful.  If you ask Abigail about Las Vegas she immediately tells you Grandma has an alarm on her house.  This was traumatic for her because she made it go off and she is skittish with loud noises. She will also tell you we ate corn dogs in Las Vegas.  Her favorite food is corn dogs so this was a highlight.  After those two things she will eventually tell you she got a build-a-bear.   I spent 80 dollars on this bear with many outfits and it rates behind a stinking corn dog but that's a 4 year old.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8389339108543395159?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8389339108543395159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8389339108543395159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8389339108543395159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8389339108543395159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SJpUorrgGeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6HpR6KBZaR8/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2805416250448034584</id><published>2008-08-05T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:19:25.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated!</title><content type='html'>I got a call today from the medically dependent child program the one Jackson is currently on.  She was asking if I had set up nursing hours for Jackson.  I have not.  I was on the fence about having someone take care of my child regardless of the fact they were going to pay for someone to come in 49 hours a week.  Yes I typed that right what would anyone do for 49 hours away from their child?  I am a stay at home mom so am I supposed to be home and have someone take care of him?  All of these are questions I hadn't decided on the answer to.  So back to the phone call-- this lady starts saying your going to lose medicaid if you don't get this set up and is acting like I already know this information. I hate not knowing everything I need too, then being treated like I am stupid for not knowing. I guess I will be calling tomorrow to get nursing hours set up. I only have to use it once a month to keep medicaid so.....  What the hell am I supposed to do?  I have no clue!  I realize this is a petty thing to be frustrated by and I should be grateful such a program exists and I am I just have a lot of emotions about leaving Jackson with anyone.  I think I would feel guilty.  If only I could get a housekeeper instead. HA HA HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2805416250448034584?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2805416250448034584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2805416250448034584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2805416250448034584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2805416250448034584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustrated.html' 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My Mom's New Background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1172602496430526970?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1172602496430526970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1172602496430526970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1172602496430526970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1172602496430526970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SIbEQgf4KRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YUU_rWh9ZVk/s72-c/P1010130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4267507292804447285</id><published>2008-07-22T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:33:24.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Perspective</title><content type='html'>I have been doing some soul searching these past few days.  I want to find  peace in my decisions and contentment in my situation.  I want to come to a new understanding that my life is blessed and not the mess I sometimes make it out to be.  It is so easy to reflect on how you want to live and so hard to actually live that way.  I am asking God to show me a new perspective.  Help me to see the amazing things I am meant for.  I am trying to listen more to the inner workings of what God truly wants for me.  This is not easy for someone who is a control freak.  I am trying to surrender my control and find peace in others wisdom.  Basically I am trying to be happy with what I have and not always want more.  I lead a blessed and very spoiled life yet crave so many things that I'm sure are not going to bring me any more happiness than I already have.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we all could see things through God's eyes for even one moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we could see how the pieces of our lives fit together so we could understand the "whole" picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finding myself not sleeping again.  Please pray for me to find the peace necessary to allow me to recharge my batteries.  I am a constant thought full of worry and ideas.  I can't seem to turn off.  I am quietly going crazy inside my own mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4267507292804447285?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4267507292804447285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4267507292804447285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4267507292804447285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4267507292804447285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-perspective.html' title='A New Perspective'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8776477324887265490</id><published>2008-07-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:10:38.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for One year Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran across these photos today.  As you can imagine they hit me hard.  I try not to think of those months when things were so devastating.  Seeing the photos again today made me proud of just how far our family has come in a year.  He continues to amaze me.  In a year's time I have gone from not wanting a sick baby to wondering if I could possibly live without him.  I share these photos today only to show just how far he has come.  I haven't let others look at them until now.  Here's to you my beautiful handsome son!  According to I Tunes I listened to this song 76 times in the month after his birth, and who knows how many boxes of Kleenex.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are and will always be the most amazing person in my life.  You inspire me to keep going and never give up!  Keep up the good work.  I love you Bud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8776477324887265490?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8776477324887265490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8776477324887265490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8776477324887265490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8776477324887265490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-for-one-year-today.html' title='Home for One year Today!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SHbXgZ7wAmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PXM_V7zlwSc/s72-c/PHOTO~30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8485293380883803947</id><published>2008-07-10T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:29:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8485293380883803947?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8485293380883803947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8485293380883803947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8485293380883803947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8485293380883803947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7759738188406345758</id><published>2008-07-07T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:44:18.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>I am home after two weeks of having my mother cook, clean, drive, get up with abigail at 7:00a.m, change dirty diapers,  and play with my children.  I didn't want to come home.  Chris left this morning for Washington D.C.  I am not only home but am alone.  I didn't want to come home.  Did I mention that?  There is nothing like having your mom take care of you.  Vegas has an abundance of shopping and I think I went to it all!!!!!!!  I love to shop.  I gambled but broke even.  I really wanted to win enough for a Coach purse but no such luck.  I don't know if I could spend that much anyway.  I have been greeted with not being able to find things because of piles of junk, and a list of orders kindly waiting upon my return. I have a full week of catching up on all therapies for Jackson and about 100 phone calls to tie up loose ends.  WAH!   Life is Wonderful!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7759738188406345758?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7759738188406345758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7759738188406345758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7759738188406345758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7759738188406345758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3497121237096380550</id><published>2008-07-05T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:03:12.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br /&gt;It takes two floors to make a story&lt;br /&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some words to make an action&lt;br /&gt;It takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Al la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a day to make you yawn brother&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some old to make you young&lt;br /&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;br /&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes no time to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br /&gt;It takes some fears to make you trust&lt;br /&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;br /&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is so full of&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is so rough&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is our love&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;br /&gt;It takes a loss before you found it&lt;br /&gt;And it takes a road to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It takes a toll to make you care&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hole to make a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la la la life is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ha la la la la la life it is...so... wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It is so meaningful&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It is meaningful&lt;br /&gt;It goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Full circle&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3497121237096380550?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3497121237096380550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3497121237096380550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3497121237096380550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3497121237096380550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-wonderful.html' title='Life is Wonderful'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5459322798656130614</id><published>2008-06-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:41:40.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing for Vegas Baby!</title><content type='html'>I am packing for the big trip to Vegas.  This will be the first time all four of us will be on a plane together.  We will be gone for two weeks.  I need it.  In case your wondering my mom lives there so it really will be a vacation.  I will be going from 105 degree weather to 110 so not much different right? I am hoping to get great pictures while I am there.  Please pray it is a relaxing time and that I can recharge my batteries and handle life until the next trip.  By the way the next trip will be in August to Denver since Chris is going to the National Democratic Convention.  Haven't really thought through the details of that one yet.  &lt;div&gt;Jackson has figured out how to unhook himself from his feeding so the feeding continues to pour out on him and his bedding.  This is quite frustrating yet I am proud of his sneakiness. He is becoming more and more vocal everyday.  He loves to tell us Hi and I am getting Momma more frequently also. I feel like speech therapy is going great while physical not so much.  I guess I have to take what I can get. Abigail watches her Dance recital  DVD about three times a day and can now perform everyone else's dances.  She even put up a new toy to get a new dance outfit at Wal-mart yesterday.  She needs different costumes for the different dances in the recital.  This girl is serious about dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a craft show this weekend.  Never again in June.  It was 100 degree in the shade.  I made about as much in a weekend as I do in a month at the store so that was nice.  I might try it again in October but my luck is that it would be freezing or some other fluke of weather.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy busy times in the Hightower House!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well in your house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5459322798656130614?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5459322798656130614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5459322798656130614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5459322798656130614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5459322798656130614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/packing-for-vegas-baby.html' title='Packing for Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6138479253354226938</id><published>2008-06-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:14:16.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband</title><content type='html'>Husband is home with me 24/7 for the entire summer.  Enough Said!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6138479253354226938?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6138479253354226938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6138479253354226938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6138479253354226938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6138479253354226938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/husband.html' title='Husband'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1809291494532784644</id><published>2008-06-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:28:42.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARGARITA TIME!</title><content type='html'>I love a good margarita.  A margarita has never failed to cure what ails me.  My friend just called and she will be over to pick me up for a drink.  There was no need for discussion.  It is understood  when one of us needs to get out of the house and refocus we just call.  I love my friends.  I have a very unique blend of friends and each one seems to serve a different purpose for different moods. In a few weeks the fam. will be going to Las Vegas to visit Grandma for two weeks.  I am really excited to run away for a while.  This is the one thing I will Thank George Bush for (Stimulus Check)  it is paying for us to fly to Vegas baby!  I have been told I have to go to Margaritaville.  You don't have to ask me twice! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1809291494532784644?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1809291494532784644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1809291494532784644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1809291494532784644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1809291494532784644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/margarita-time.html' title='MARGARITA TIME!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1109336611866601138</id><published>2008-06-01T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:56:49.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken</title><content type='html'>I have been reading the blog of a little boy with trisomy 18 Jacob Fahmer.  Most babies with trisomy 18 are not born alive or only live a few hours.  This is what the doctors quietly didn't what to tell us they thought Jackson had.  I have been going to the blog everyday to hear how he is doing and what mischief he has gotten himself into.  It had become a part of my daily routine.  Last night the blog entry was news that he had passed away.  They got to spent 139 days with their miracle.  Reading other peoples' lives has created a sense of family for me.  I have cried for this family as if they were my neighbors or close friends.  For so long we weren't sure if Jackson would live and still have fear for his life.  I'm not sure just how close Jackson came to dying in those beginning days.  Today I mourn the loss of everyone who has lost a child, accident or illness doesn't change the sadness.  Please pray for this family and others like them.  They have had to endure so much. Please pray for peace for their family.  They have two other boys who deeply loved their brother.  I find myself hugging my children a little tighter today.  Enjoying every sound and sweet thing they do.  I want to memorize every detail.  Life is truly too short.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1109336611866601138?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1109336611866601138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1109336611866601138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1109336611866601138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1109336611866601138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/06/shaken.html' title='Shaken'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-9006405589280301601</id><published>2008-05-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:26:20.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My reason to Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SEB-pjbWfWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DakA6gELeig/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/9006405589280301601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-reason-to-live.html' title='My reason to Live'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SEB-pjbWfWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DakA6gELeig/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4646512759773882094</id><published>2008-05-30T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:14:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand in the Rain   Superchick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She never slows down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't know why but she knows that when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like its all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She won't turn around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shadows are long and she fears if she cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tears will not stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raining down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand your ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand up when its all crashing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You stand in the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You won't drown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one day what's lost can be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She won't make a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone in this fight with herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whispering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she stands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She'll fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wants to be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only way out is through everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's running from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wants to give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lie down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand your ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand up when its all crashing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You won't drown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one day what's lost can be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4646512759773882094?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4646512759773882094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4646512759773882094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4646512759773882094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4646512759773882094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/stand.html' title='stand'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4145343442496692932</id><published>2008-05-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:31:15.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>I am a mess today.  I started bawling in front of the new physical therapist.  I hate for other people to see me cry.  I felt so pathetic.  She started asking me if I had a support group or a counselor I really don't want to admit I might need that.  I thought I didn't want to say anything to Abigail about Jackson's condition unless she asked.  Well she is asking and having a hard time with therapists coming to work with him.  I think it is that she isn't getting attention.  I told her he needs extra help learning things.  I don't know what else to say.  I don't want it to be real.  Saying it out loud saying it to her makes it real.  I want to pretend everything's fine.  I want to pretend it's normal that my 14 month old baby can't sit up.  &lt;div&gt;I don't want to be a mom today.  I want to lock myself in the bathroom and cry.  I want to throw a fit and scream why the hell me?  Why my baby?  I'm tired of having to work so damn hard just to sit up.  I'm tired of changing out his bedding because I left the feeding machine on and it went off automatically.  I'm tired period.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4145343442496692932?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4145343442496692932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4145343442496692932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4145343442496692932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4145343442496692932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/ranting.html' title='Ranting'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2370012600544881976</id><published>2008-05-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:20:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lubbock or Leave it</title><content type='html'>So we drove two hours on Friday after Chris got home from school so that Chris and Jackson could have a short stay in a new "hotel".  They only had to stay from 7:30pm to 12:00am.  Abigail and I did some shopping while we waited for them to complete their stay and then got a hotel room of our own.  The nurses packed in to see a baby.  Apparently Jackson hammed it up for them and was very intrigued with them.  I guess if you are used to seeing elderly people this was a great change. After picking them up at midnight we were all exhausted.  We spent Saturday driving around our old stomping ground.  I am always surprised at how much I miss Lubbock.  Then again those were the good days of going to class and having no job, no kids and nothing to worry about.  The town has grown so much!  We drove past our old town house it brought back a flood of memories.  We are truly blessed to have had such a good time early on in the relationship.  Thirty days from now Jackson will be on medicaid!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2370012600544881976?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2370012600544881976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2370012600544881976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2370012600544881976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2370012600544881976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/lubbock-or-leave-it.html' title='Lubbock or Leave it'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-634612012798504200</id><published>2008-05-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:42:00.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a preview of the amazing wedding photos.  Abigail definitely stole the show.  She was the best flower girl ever.  OK so I'm biased but she even cleaned up her petals when she was finished.  We had a great time.  It was nice to let loose and have fun.  We danced all night and were very silly.  Many more pictures and stories to come.  I also have dance recital pictures to upload.  Till then ...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBFE2YjI/AAAAAAAAADk/b2g_V8xu7KA/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBFE2YjI/AAAAAAAAADk/b2g_V8xu7KA/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202607566201709106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBVE2YkI/AAAAAAAAADs/NkCH3DJ-rS0/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBVE2YkI/AAAAAAAAADs/NkCH3DJ-rS0/s320/P1010050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202607570496676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBlE2YlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rSJtBwWG6LI/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBlE2YlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rSJtBwWG6LI/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202607574791643730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgCFE2YmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83CthkY2bzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgCFE2YmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83CthkY2bzQ/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202607583381578338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-634612012798504200?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/634612012798504200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=634612012798504200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/634612012798504200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/634612012798504200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-flower-girl.html' title='I Love The Flower Girl'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SDNgBFE2YjI/AAAAAAAAADk/b2g_V8xu7KA/s72-c/IMG_0635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1954589652495639442</id><published>2008-05-14T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:39:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say You Love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we forget to slow down and hear the things that are really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Hear You.  I Feel you kiss my cheek every morning, and without fail you whisper those treasured words.... I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest Husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know I love you with every beat of my heart.  I am grateful I got to see you through others eyes last night.  Your energy and passion for a better world continually makes me fall in love with you over and over again.  You walk into the room and my heart melts.  I live for our conversations about any and every thing. I watch the clock and wait for your phone call to come home. You listen with all your heart and hear every word.  Your ability to listen to all sides of a story make you rare. Your strength and conviction are truly inspirational.  Believe you are a positive force to be reckoned with.  Believe you make a difference.  Believe you make people better for having known you because I am better for having known, and loved you. Congratulations for making it through another year.  You are an amazing teacher.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Best Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1954589652495639442?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1954589652495639442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1954589652495639442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1954589652495639442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1954589652495639442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-say-you-love-me.html' title='When You Say You Love me'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3731257924233261300</id><published>2008-05-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:10:25.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>As I sit down with my calendar I realize this week is just too much.  I cancelled on tonight's bunko to finish orders due tom.  Then get a call from the in laws saying we are having dinner with family that came into town.  I adore Chris' aunt and haven't seen her in many months, but yikes what a time crunch.  Also in that is Abigail's last two rehearsals before the recital at 4:00 on Sat which we will promptly leave so she can go to a wedding rehearsal to be a flower girl.  This wedding includes family that will be staying with us so that means a mad dash to clean the guest room/craft room.  Chris has an awards banquet on Tuesday night.  Throw in all therapies for Jack the last special days at school for Abigail meaning shopping for a bathing suit for splash day etc etc.  I am a little overwhelmed this manic monday.  There's to hoping it all gets done or that I realize life will go on even if it doesn't get done.  Listening to the song makes me realize all these things require me to figure out what I'm going to wear. Do I even have that many dresses? UUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3731257924233261300?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3731257924233261300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3731257924233261300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3731257924233261300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3731257924233261300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1270375968375601139</id><published>2008-05-07T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:48:32.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold you Miracles close and treasure every moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miracle - Celine Dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're my life's one Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything I've done that's good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you break my heart with tenderness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I confess it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew a love like this till you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the reason I was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I finally know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm overwhelmed with happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So blessed to hold you close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one that I love most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all the future has so much for you in store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who could ever love you more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nearest thing to heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're my angel from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only God creates such perfect love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you smile at me, I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to save your life I'll die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a romance that is pure heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my dearest part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever it requires,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live for your desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget my own, needs will come before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who could ever love you more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well there is nothing you could ever do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make me stop loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And every breath I take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is always for your sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sleep inside my dreams and know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who could ever love you more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1270375968375601139?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1270375968375601139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1270375968375601139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1270375968375601139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1270375968375601139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6252130677347540307</id><published>2008-05-05T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:24:38.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love To Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9srxiUgtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/42AOvG089R8/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9srxiUgtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/42AOvG089R8/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991994296304338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9ssRiUguI/AAAAAAAAAC8/knH43zC0aV0/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9ssRiUguI/AAAAAAAAAC8/knH43zC0aV0/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196992002886238946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9sshiUgvI/AAAAAAAAADE/G3beH8DKxNo/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9sshiUgvI/AAAAAAAAADE/G3beH8DKxNo/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196992007181206258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there any thing more precious than a sleeping baby?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6252130677347540307?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6252130677347540307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6252130677347540307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6252130677347540307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6252130677347540307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-to-sleep.html' title='I Love To Sleep!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SB9srxiUgtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/42AOvG089R8/s72-c/IMG_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8830718875475697567</id><published>2008-05-05T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:29:50.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicaid Here We Come</title><content type='html'>Yeah!   Prayers answered!  Thank you for all your support.  I had a meeting this morning and we are moving forward with the Medically Dependent Child Program.  This will gives us Medicaid and nursing hours to use when we need.  There are also budgets for things if we need to make modifications to our home to best suit Jackson.  I am on cloud nine right now.  I can't explain the burden lifted from my shoulders.  Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8830718875475697567?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8830718875475697567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8830718875475697567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8830718875475697567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8830718875475697567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/medicaid-here-we-come.html' title='Medicaid Here We Come'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3790527262683927845</id><published>2008-05-02T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:51:05.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Be To God</title><content type='html'>Thank you God for making me who I am &lt;div&gt;Thank you God for giving me Passion for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for giving me Strength and Conviction to stand up for what I believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for giving me Love in my heart instead of Hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for the perspective, and vision  I have for the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for all the Miracles I have been privileged to witness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for giving me Today and all that today means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for this and every day I have left on Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you know what kind of week I have had and the struggles in my heart.  Thank you for listening and being my voice of reason. I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3790527262683927845?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3790527262683927845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3790527262683927845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3790527262683927845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3790527262683927845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-be-to-god.html' title='Thanks Be To God'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2790356569361347987</id><published>2008-04-29T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:40:14.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain Hurts</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I have frequent headaches, and as a headache sufferer you spend a great deal of time trying to decide why you have a headache, and how to get rid of said headache.  I have decided my headaches are due to my brains inability to quit thinking.  I am going ninety to nothing in my head at all times.  I am having a hard time sleeping because I am thinking, thinking, thinking.  I am grateful for my creativity and would not like to lose it but it has been on overload lately.  I have ideas swimming around in my head and not the time to actually make them.  Anyone who has great relaxing techniques feel free to let me in on it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2790356569361347987?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2790356569361347987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2790356569361347987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2790356569361347987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2790356569361347987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-brain-hurts.html' title='My Brain Hurts'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-360562415569588248</id><published>2008-04-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:48:23.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be Somewhere Over The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I look.  pregnant.  I went to a baby shower today my excuse for rushing out was picking Abigail up from dance, which was true but tears filled my eyes all the way across town.  The joy and excitement of a new baby, her large round belly and the oodles of presents with tons of pink tissue paper.  I really have no idea how to describe the hurt in my heart.  I feel robbed of all the joyous beginning feelings, don't get me wrong Jackson is doing great now but don't think I don't realize he should be walking now.  It's all the dreams and and goals you have for an unborn child I think that is what I am mourning.  Without even knowing it you plan every aspect of their futures.  Our physical therapist is now on bed rest for the next two weeks assuming she lasts that long.  I didn't even want her in my home after she told me she was pregnant (that was 8 months ago and I was crazy then) only I realize I must still be a little crazy.  Crazy for selfishly wanting all those feelings again, when in reality I just want those feelings back for Jackson.  I want the confidence of knowing he will go to college and play sports.  I want to know I am going to rip my hair out wondering where he is after curfew.  A friend just got licensed to foster newborns.  I am insanely jealous yet how do you let someone take them away from you.  How do you detach enough so if they leave you can still function, yet attach yourself enough so that baby knows unconditional love?  This was a tough day.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-360562415569588248?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/360562415569588248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=360562415569588248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/360562415569588248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/360562415569588248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-i-want-to-drink-water.html' title='I Want To Be Somewhere Over The Rainbow'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6069543711887274758</id><published>2008-04-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:07:33.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally A Call Back</title><content type='html'>I one week later, got in touch with the medicaid lady.  She seemed nice and understanding. I do feel for her since she is the only person in this area for several counties.  She is planning a trip this way the first week in May and will send me the paperwork today.  Based on the few questions I answered on the phone she said it sounds like he will qualify.  So for my sanity and peace of mind pray that is is one less thing we will have to worry about.  I am starting to feel achy I hope it is only from taking care of two kids all week.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6069543711887274758?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6069543711887274758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6069543711887274758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6069543711887274758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6069543711887274758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-call-back.html' title='Finally A Call Back'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2048184485975039388</id><published>2008-04-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:16:43.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping On the Bed</title><content type='html'>OK I was awakened by a 4 year old jumping on my bed at 7:20am.  If you know me this was not cool.  I hate getting up in the morning and if at all possible I want to wake up on my own especially not in such a  violent manner. I would be a much happier person if I could sleep till 10:00.  The only comfort that came from that is that a child with mono would not have the energy to jump around the way she is.  Plus she hasn't had a fever since around 2:00 yesterday.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news........ Hilary Clinton won Pennsylvania :(  Chris is much upset.  I wanted Obama to win simply so things would settle down around here but no I guess they are going to fight to the end.  Cute story about Obama--- Abigail had what is called Donuts with Dad last week.  They invite the dads to have donuts and the kids have made presents for them.  One of the presents was a place-mat, and in each corner was a question the kids answered about Dad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  My Dad is ___ years old.    answer 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  My Dad is as strong as an ______ answer elephant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My Dad likes to cook_______   answer meatballs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  My Dad watches _____ on T.V.  answer Barack Obama  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2048184485975039388?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2048184485975039388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2048184485975039388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2048184485975039388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2048184485975039388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/jumping-on-bed.html' title='Jumping On the Bed'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7698302747740347476</id><published>2008-04-21T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:19:48.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>Secondhand Serenade is my new favorite right now.  Chris came home one day saying I just heard the best song on the radio but I have no idea who sings it. (That has happened to you before) He sat at the computer for hours (we are both somewhat obsessive personalities) trying to find this song.  After about three days of searching I tunes and the radio's website Fall For You was the song.  I had actually heard it before and liked it myself.  All of his songs sound the same but for now I'm diggin' the sound.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7698302747740347476?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7698302747740347476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7698302747740347476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7698302747740347476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7698302747740347476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/secondhand-serenade.html' title='Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-671523058410229658</id><published>2008-04-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:49:07.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mono Maybe</title><content type='html'>So we were at the doctor again today.  They are quite used to seeing me now.  Only for the first time ever my baby girl is sick.  Sure she has had colds and allergies but not fevers and sore throat. The strep test was negative so she is on Augentin for tonsillitis and if she still has a fever in three days we need to have blood work done to rule out mono.  Apparently it is going around.  Please pray it isn't mono that means six weeks of stuck in the house and sick.  Please no mono.  I can't imagine if Jackson were to get it, and being in the same house how can you not.  I have decided not to freak out yet but I am nervous.  She is still her happy great self and you wouldn't think she was sick.  I'm really not trying to be a whiner but we really don't need that on our plate right now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-671523058410229658?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/671523058410229658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=671523058410229658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/671523058410229658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/671523058410229658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/mono-maybe.html' title='Mono Maybe'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2113057733231922865</id><published>2008-04-19T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:17:02.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Guy</title><content type='html'>I got flowers today.  My 21 year old cousin was standing at my door with them.  He  just moved here and I am so excited to have him around.  He has always had a special place in my heart and now I see him about once a week.  He has been a great help and great company.  When I had gall bladder surgery he was at the hospital with us and drove me around for a week after the surgery.  He comes over to do his two loads of laundry and is awesome with the kids.  He and Chris like the same movies and joke around a lot.  It's funny that something so small like a bouquet of flowers can make you feel like a million bucks.  Life is Good when you feel like a Princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2113057733231922865?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2113057733231922865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2113057733231922865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2113057733231922865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2113057733231922865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-guy.html' title='Great Guy'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-2072944549167458485</id><published>2008-04-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:17:10.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting the Floor</title><content type='html'>When we moved into our house almost three years ago we knew we needed new carpet and still haven't done anything about it.  The only carpet we have in the house is in the bedrooms.  I am glad I didn't get new carpet because Abigail has managed to make more stains than a rug can cover.  My friend Michele called and said you have to come look at what I have done.  She ripped up the carpet in her daughters room, sanded the glue and painted the cement.  Oh my gosh!  it is way cute!!!!  SO......... Poor Tisha (business partner who paints hint hint)  I am going to rip up Abigail's carpet and beg, plead and buy her something pretty so she will come paint her floor.  I will post pictures periodically through what promises to be quite an adventure.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-2072944549167458485?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2072944549167458485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=2072944549167458485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2072944549167458485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/2072944549167458485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/painting-floor.html' title='Painting the Floor'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4311132453848229223</id><published>2008-04-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:06:48.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers Crossed</title><content type='html'>If one more person tells me Jackson should be on Medicaid or that he should qualify for SSI I might blow up at them.  I agree, I completely wholeheartedly agree.  Anyone who has a medically dependent child should receive services from the government they pay taxes to.  This brings me to the keep your fingers crossed portion of the post.  Apparently there is a waiver program for Medicaid called the Medically Dependent Child Program.  My understanding is that the child must stay in a nursing home for 24 hours to qualify.  I'm sure this is a type of loop hole to help declare them medically dependent.  I have the number to call in my area so pray that all goes well and that they are helpful and speedy.  I have struggled with guilt wondering if I am really needy but you know what there are so many things Jackson is going to need that are out of our grasp.  I just want to know I tried everything before we go ahead with surgeries this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4311132453848229223?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4311132453848229223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4311132453848229223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4311132453848229223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4311132453848229223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/fingers-crossed.html' title='Fingers Crossed'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-1212311949771437880</id><published>2008-04-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:28:53.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SAO-W_Q_JrI/AAAAAAAAACs/O5n3wSHUiP8/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SAO-W_Q_JrI/AAAAAAAAACs/O5n3wSHUiP8/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200497810024114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SAO7w_Q_JqI/AAAAAAAAACk/bMyffUN3Bxc/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SAO7w_Q_JqI/AAAAAAAAACk/bMyffUN3Bxc/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189197645951739554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-1212311949771437880?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1212311949771437880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=1212311949771437880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1212311949771437880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/1212311949771437880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-babies.html' title='Beautiful Babies'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNUE9kMVC8c/SAO-W_Q_JrI/AAAAAAAAACs/O5n3wSHUiP8/s72-c/IMG_0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-8880114810731001059</id><published>2008-04-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:07:07.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News Bad News</title><content type='html'>O.K. Just got back from the doctor.  He gave me an antibiotic for what is more than likely a sinus infection.  He was way impressed with little man.  We haven't been sick since we came home from the hospital Yeah.  He admitted he thought he would be seeing us often and that he would have pneumonia alot, so go Jackson for staying healthy.  He is thinking once the cleft palate is fixed drainage will get much better.  I have doubts based on other kids stories.  Anyways the bad news is the helmet really didn't reshape his head.  This I know and trips to Dallas were wasted.  The fact that we had to have it off for so long didn't help.  He thinks we will have to have it surgically fixed.  This scares the hell out of me.  Apparently this is important so his skull doesn't fuse before his brain is finished growing.  While I am sick about the idea we don't need complications down the road.  &lt;div&gt;Enough of that I really don't want to stress over that right now.  I just got an email from this amazing photographer in Dallas and we won a photo-shoot.  I had to write about Jackson's story and we all know how touching that is soooo.  Her site is andreahughesphotography.net   if you want to check it out.  Her son has a rare condition as well and wanted to offer a contest to special needs families.  Thanks Trish I wouldn't have known about it without you.  I am so excited.  This is great great news.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-8880114810731001059?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8880114810731001059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=8880114810731001059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8880114810731001059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/8880114810731001059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News Bad News'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-3621656742262970521</id><published>2008-04-14T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:10:26.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snot and more Snot</title><content type='html'>Jackson has a doctor appointment today.  He has a cough and some drainage go figure.  I think we all live in a constant state of this.  I just hate to see him cough, a runny nose I can handle.  When I read the emails from my Emanuel's support group it seems like the kids are sick all the time with some form of pneumonia, so I am fearful when Jack gets sick.  The speech therapist was thinking sinus infection so we will see.  This past week ran smoothly just busy.  The store is staying busy and orders are pouring in.  I am trying to get more stuff listed on etsy so check back once in a while. I was a hostess for a bridal shower yesterday and am hosting one in my home at the beginning of May.  The last of Chris' bachelor friends are getting married, which means I will be hosting baby showers in the near future then I am finished.  I am showered out.  At some point they just aren't fun anymore.  I guess the highlight is getting away from the kids for a few hours.  It's nice to get dressed up and not have a child wiping their nose on your shoulder.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-3621656742262970521?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3621656742262970521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=3621656742262970521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3621656742262970521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/3621656742262970521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/snot-and-more-snot.html' title='Snot and more Snot'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5241567172540657946</id><published>2008-04-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:45:09.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Believe</title><content type='html'>The Sugarland song Make Me Believe came on the radio last night and a very powerful memory comes with this song so I thought I would share.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know  Jackson's fourth month of life was spent in Dallas.  That is 6 hours away from family, friends, our home.  Carrie you so wonderfully keep Abigail during this time.  Thanks again.  For me this was probably the darkest of our times.  While in Dallas the doctors found something new daily.  Not just something little it was this is what's wrong and we are going to operate tomorrow.  It was hard to stay positive.  Chris and I were in Jackson's room at the hospital when his phone rang.  It was Michael (Chris' best friend since third grade)  he and his fiancee (my step sister) were in Dallas for the Kenny Chesney concert.  Not only were they going to the concert they had tickets for us.  This was a total surprise.  The concert was about an hour from the hospital in an outdoor soccer complex.  We had amazing seats floor level.  It was June in Texas so yes it was hot.  Then the sky decided to open up and start raining.  We first tried to stay dry with makeshift trash bag ponchos.  We gave in and enjoyed the rain pouring on us.  I remember thinking how symbolic the rain was and how it was somehow  washing away all things I had stressed over for months.  I sang at the top of my lungs, I laughed something I hadn't done in months, and after a few margaritas felt like I could survive anything. Sugarland came on before Kenney and they were amazing.  Chris is Rock 'n' Roll so he didn't know the songs.  They started to sing Make me believe and we danced in the rain crying over the words holding on to each-other for dear life.  We have tried to tell our friends just how much that night meant to us but there aren't words.  That was the one of the most wonderful moments of my marriage.  When everything was crashing down around us we danced in the rain.  You never know how much a simple act of kindness is going to impact someone.  They saved us that night, and they made us believe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5241567172540657946?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5241567172540657946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5241567172540657946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5241567172540657946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5241567172540657946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Make Me Believe'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-4164704083064789406</id><published>2008-04-05T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:41:47.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Satisfied</title><content type='html'>Never satisfied.  I caught myself whining about having 12 orders to finish by Tuesday.  Now that is a great thing and I want the business to do well but..... (kicking and screaming) now I have to actually do the work.  Chris even told Abigail your mother is locking herself in her sewing room and you can't bother her.  He generously let me work for several hours today without interruption.  I'm starting to be caught in a vicious circle of spending all my time doing orders and not making new things, but without new things what will people order?  I'm now finished whining. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a side note a good friend emailed me today and asked for prayers for her daughter Kylie.  She has had seizures most of her life and they can't seem to figure out why.  Her last one was the worst yet.  Please pray they can find the right medication, or cause to stop the seizures.  So many of us know to well what it feels like to worry about your child for medical reasons.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-4164704083064789406?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4164704083064789406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=4164704083064789406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4164704083064789406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/4164704083064789406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/never.html' title='Never Satisfied'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-5912720450942943244</id><published>2008-04-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:19:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day to Shine</title><content type='html'>Glitter.  I can't figure out where it comes from sometimes.  I realize there are a lot of crafting supplies around the house so I guess that is technically where it comes from.  None the less I am always finding glitter on myself.  As we were getting out of the car Abigail yells "Momma your shining!!!"  Sure enough there was a piece of glitter on my nose.  As I tried to get it off she seems upset.  She then says in a mature kind of way "Don't you want to shine?  I wish I could be shiny." for which I replied "baby girl you shine all the time just by being you."  That sums up my purpose as a parent.  I always want my kids to feel shiny.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-5912720450942943244?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5912720450942943244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=5912720450942943244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5912720450942943244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/5912720450942943244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-day-to-shine.html' title='My day to Shine'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-7170598862388053241</id><published>2008-04-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:41:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Sister</title><content type='html'>I want a sister.  These words are uttered daily from Abigail.  She tries in subtle ways like this morning walking to her classroom she says jackson is my precious brother(yes that is exactly what she said) and he would love to have a little sister.  The drawing she came home with on Tuesday had three people.  One big person in the middle and two small people on either side.  When I asked if this was Mommy Jackson and Abigail her response was no i am the big one is the middle with my Jackson and my baby sister.  Clever.  Many of you know I over indulge my children.  Remember the shopping addiction in earlier post?  I almost feel like I should give her a sister.  I mean after all she wants one.  Sigh.  I know in my head I couldn't handle it if we had another sick baby, but my heart tugs at the idea of just one more.  If anyone out there has an extra baby sister let me know so we can resolve this dilemma. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-7170598862388053241?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7170598862388053241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=7170598862388053241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7170598862388053241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/7170598862388053241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-sister.html' title='I Want A Sister'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115026373090263146.post-6228066184339139848</id><published>2008-04-02T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:53:16.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet potatoes in my hair</title><content type='html'>I just finished feeding Jackson sweet potatoes.  He lovessssssssss sweet potatoes.  He unfortunately tends to have food come out his nose.  This would be cute if it was a small amount, but he sneezed and orange goo went everywhere.  He seemed to shake it off and want another bite.  (He finished the whole jar by the way)  As I was sitting here reading comments I brushed my hair out of my face to discover he had blown this orange goo in my hair.  Being a typical busy mom I was not scheduled for a shower for another three days. Ha Ha.  Here's to all the moms who could use an extra unscheduled shower!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115026373090263146-6228066184339139848?l=totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6228066184339139848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115026373090263146&amp;postID=6228066184339139848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6228066184339139848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115026373090263146/posts/default/6228066184339139848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://totallyrandomjen.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-potatoes-in-my-hair.html' title='Sweet potatoes in my hair'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
