<?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-5649396264486547685</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:22:17.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what's up with us!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3397120709458226324</id><published>2009-03-23T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:41:44.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rosati's Ring Dance was this past weekend. It is the formal dance for Juniors. Jessi and her friend Lucy went together. They got ready at our house then went to Paronie's (a pizza place) for dinner. I think she had a pretty good time. She loved her dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW4Sqz45I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jyByL3-7V6w/s1600-h/P1070590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316454147706577810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW4Sqz45I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jyByL3-7V6w/s320/P1070590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi and Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW4PuzaGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/maz96iWSaxU/s1600-h/P1070589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316454146918017122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW4PuzaGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/maz96iWSaxU/s320/P1070589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW3uvxm8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lzwe3btHsLI/s1600-h/P1070588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316454138063723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW3uvxm8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lzwe3btHsLI/s320/P1070588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5649396264486547685-3397120709458226324?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3397120709458226324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3397120709458226324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3397120709458226324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3397120709458226324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/ring-dance.html' title='Ring Dance'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/ScfW4Sqz45I/AAAAAAAAAsU/jyByL3-7V6w/s72-c/P1070590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3041305188234314352</id><published>2009-03-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:10:15.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Devin's soccer team didn't play indoor soccer over the winter. They played Futsal instead. Futsal is played on a small court indoors. There are 4 players plus a goalie. There aren't walls like in indoor soccer. The ball is kicked in play if it goes out of bounds. It is a pretty quick game and I think it helped many of the boys with their foot skills. Devin's team played up a year (against 6th graders). I'm not exactly sure of their record but I think they won at least half of their games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6YDIcvFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ngayP5LHuFg/s1600-h/P1070565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314171007640845394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6YDIcvFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ngayP5LHuFg/s320/P1070565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Devin on the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6Xon7-6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IXzbrWQ9SjA/s1600-h/P1070553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314171000525159330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6Xon7-6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/IXzbrWQ9SjA/s320/P1070553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kicking the ball in bounds. It is possible/legal to score from and inbounds kick. Devin never did but he was always close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6XTEPw8I/AAAAAAAAArs/_-_oBY5z7Xw/s1600-h/P1070527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314170994738316226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6XTEPw8I/AAAAAAAAArs/_-_oBY5z7Xw/s320/P1070527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Devin on the sidelines with Eric, one of his coaches, and a couple of team mates, Fusz (Zach) and Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6XRfpxvI/AAAAAAAAArk/WwVjho5jL9o/s1600-h/P1070519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314170994316396274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6XRfpxvI/AAAAAAAAArk/WwVjho5jL9o/s320/P1070519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Devin's friend Collin also plays on the team. Collin is one of the goalies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6WsiEljI/AAAAAAAAArc/aEvW7Wcrp7k/s1600-h/P1070505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314170984394430002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6WsiEljI/AAAAAAAAArc/aEvW7Wcrp7k/s320/P1070505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Devin using his body to shield the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5649396264486547685-3041305188234314352?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3041305188234314352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3041305188234314352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3041305188234314352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3041305188234314352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/futsal.html' title='Futsal'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-6YDIcvFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ngayP5LHuFg/s72-c/P1070565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-5086032529412993640</id><published>2009-03-17T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:45:16.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessi's Class Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It has been a long long time since I updated my blog. Lots of things have been going on but here is the latest. Last night Jessi received her class ring. At Rosati the rings are given out junior year during a mass followed by a short presentation. Jessi has really been looking forward to getting her ring. This Saturday, is the Ring Dance which is the formal dance the juniors attend instead of Prom. Jessi is also very excited about the upcoming dance. I'll take pictures and post them next week. Here are the pictures from last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znracknI/AAAAAAAAArU/ugH6BXspDEo/s1600-h/P1070575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163579570393714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znracknI/AAAAAAAAArU/ugH6BXspDEo/s320/P1070575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi receives her ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znWvbyZI/AAAAAAAAArM/7XVF2IoBoNg/s1600-h/P1070576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163574021278098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znWvbyZI/AAAAAAAAArM/7XVF2IoBoNg/s320/P1070576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The girls also received flowers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znLm0aKI/AAAAAAAAArE/PI3_yNz-LcI/s1600-h/P1070581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163571032352930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znLm0aKI/AAAAAAAAArE/PI3_yNz-LcI/s320/P1070581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This picture is a little blurry because I was pretty far away and couldn't use a flash. From left to right are Marrissa, Jessi and Lucy. The girls were seated alphabetically and Jessi loves that her friends Marrissa and Lucy happen to be next to her in the alphabet. Lucy and Jessi are pretty much attached at the hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-zmlT2_UI/AAAAAAAAAq8/y1BmQHXC8Tw/s1600-h/P1070586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163560752282946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-zmlT2_UI/AAAAAAAAAq8/y1BmQHXC8Tw/s320/P1070586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not a great picture. Jessi LOVES her ring. It has her name, "Jessi" on one side and her graduation year "2010" on the other. It also has track on one side and softball on the other. Rosati is engraved around the stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-zl506wLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/CeiYgiSExa0/s1600-h/P1070587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163549079781554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-zl506wLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/CeiYgiSExa0/s320/P1070587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Jessi and Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-yPrenqgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/WjpdIJqlwIU/s1600-h/P1070587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-yPVLu5jI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IQZVBgO3KLQ/s1600-h/P1070586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-yOejaWlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/TeTA_P3xVLw/s1600-h/P1070581.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-yOJILB8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/Z55_K80IBIk/s1600-h/P1070576.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-yNxfxaZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/CogIuuJb2bE/s1600-h/P1070572.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaa&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-5086032529412993640?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5086032529412993640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=5086032529412993640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5086032529412993640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5086032529412993640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/jessis-class-ring.html' title='Jessi&apos;s Class Ring'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Sb-znracknI/AAAAAAAAArU/ugH6BXspDEo/s72-c/P1070575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7130967156297698200</id><published>2008-10-09T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:32:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip, Rosati's Homecoming, IKP Soccer and Rosati Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time remembering all that we have been doing but here is an update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drove for a field trip for Devin's 5th grade class to Cahokia Mounds. The weather was beautiful. I thought it was very interesting. The kids were well behaved and had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessi's softball is over for the season. Rosati lost the game 6-4 last night in the first game of the district tournament. They started the game Monday but it was suspended after an inning and a half because it was pouring. The other team scored two runs in the first inning. There is a small bit of controversy because our pitcher pitched in terrible rainy conditions and theirs didn't have to. Any way the game picked up were it left off yesterday. They scored 4 runs their first time up at bat. The highlight of the game was in the 4th inning. We're down by 5 runs, Jessi's up to bat, bases are loaded, two outs and she hits a fabulous base clearing ground double to center field. That made the score 4 to 6. She made a great play in center field and also got a single. I look forward to finding out what her batting average was. She was really hot at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She and Zach went to Rosati's Homecoming last Saturday. They went with Jessi's friend Lucy and her boyfriend Justin, Marissa and her blind date Matt, and another couple I don't know. They had a really good time. They had pizza at Lucy's house before the dance and went back to Lucy's house afterwards. Jessi spent the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devin's IKP soccer team were ball boys last Sunday for the UMSL Men's and Women's soccer teams. The women won and the men lost by 1. I think the boys enjoyed the watching the guys play up close. After the game they boys asked the UMSL Men's team for autographs. I know the girl friend of one of the players and he told her that the guys were touched that the boys wanted their autographs even though they lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SUVZkhbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PpuUihwfUdE/s1600-h/P1070055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157955739026866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SUVZkhbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PpuUihwfUdE/s320/P1070055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The view from the top of one of the mounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SUlx7AfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ki0NfbU08os/s1600-h/P1070052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157960136131058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SUlx7AfI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ki0NfbU08os/s320/P1070052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kids ran up the stairs to the top of the mound. Ahh to be young and have so much energy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SU_eo5sI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hKGrcRkr3-Q/s1600-h/P1070046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157967034574530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SU_eo5sI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hKGrcRkr3-Q/s320/P1070046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is largest mound (maybe Monks Mound?) at Chaokia Mounds. Anyway, it is believed that the Chief lived on top of this mound.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4KmKfKz5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BXTD49hBxHY/s1600-h/P1060947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255149465954340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4KmKfKz5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/BXTD49hBxHY/s320/P1060947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessi on the run for ball hit deep in center field.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4KKDcJaPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/spyWDdn4BOM/s1600-h/P1060948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255148983026280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4KKDcJaPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/spyWDdn4BOM/s320/P1060948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; She has it in her sights! Will she catch it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4I_KiaoCI/AAAAAAAAAes/jqjry0_ITmY/s1600-h/P1060949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255147696441434146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4I_KiaoCI/AAAAAAAAAes/jqjry0_ITmY/s320/P1060949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yes! Great catch Jessi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO379UFj_VI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YoGtZWFzLYY/s1600-h/n815345470_4372038_6686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255133370993868114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO379UFj_VI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YoGtZWFzLYY/s320/n815345470_4372038_6686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Here is Jessi and some of her softball team at Rosati's homecoming. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO379kRxocI/AAAAAAAAAds/HJ4Uw5nLx7c/s1600-h/n815345470_4372032_4532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255133375340061122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO379kRxocI/AAAAAAAAAds/HJ4Uw5nLx7c/s320/n815345470_4372032_4532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jessi and her friend Julie, a fellow softball player.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO379nDEmGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vxm-h8eALR4/s1600-h/n562845832_1894846_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255133376083695714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO379nDEmGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vxm-h8eALR4/s320/n562845832_1894846_1031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessi and Zach. Lucy and Matt. Do not ask me what is up with the cowboy hats. I am sure there is some logical reason. Does anyone else notice how Jessi and Zach coordinate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO37vddSwII/AAAAAAAAAdc/0oNSor-nDtg/s1600-h/P1070082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255133132991152258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO37vddSwII/AAAAAAAAAdc/0oNSor-nDtg/s320/P1070082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devin's IKP team at the UMSL Men's soccer game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO341SnTREI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lIL9v9DK7uQ/s1600-h/P1070118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255129934624670786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO341SnTREI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lIL9v9DK7uQ/s320/P1070118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessi (Center Field), Julie (Short Stop),  and Ashley (Catcher) after a frosting fight at the Senior Softball Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7130967156297698200?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7130967156297698200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7130967156297698200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7130967156297698200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7130967156297698200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/10/field-trip-rosatis-homecoming-ikp.html' title='Field Trip, Rosati&apos;s Homecoming, IKP Soccer and Rosati Softball'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SO4SUVZkhbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/PpuUihwfUdE/s72-c/P1070055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-9156544965389046159</id><published>2008-09-22T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:05:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend was a busy one. Kyle parents, Bonnie and Jim stopped for a visit on their way to GA. It was a full weekend! They saw lots of soccer and Jessi all dressed up.  Devin's select team played in a soccer tournament over the weekend. They won first place! This is a new team for us this year and we are very happy with it. In addition to the team being more competitive, the boys have been nice and the parents have been very welcoming to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was also Desmet's Homecoming this past Saturday. Jessi's boyfriend, Zach goes to Desmet High School. She had a great time. Diner, dance and a movie it was a full night for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The school year is going well for both of the kids. In addition to school work, Devin is busy with Volleyball and two soccer teams. Jessi's is doing a good job juggling school and softball. She is also occasionally reffing some soccer games at St. Norbert. For right now it is a way for her to get some spending cash without conflicting with school and softball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kyle interviewed with St. Louis University last week. The interview went very well. I am sure they will make him an offer. He is not sure they will be able to offer what he wants but you never know. He's testing the waters right now to see what is out there. If the right job with the right pay and benefits roll around he'll take it otherwise he has some projects at UMSL that he is enjoying working with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much new with me. I'm tying my best to get everyone where they need to be, with what they need. My work is very flexible for which I am thankful. I've started running. I can run 3 miles. Not fast but I can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2kHbiv9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/c3d5ACFasXY/s1600-h/Dsc01395[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248864622309720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2kHbiv9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/c3d5ACFasXY/s320/Dsc01395%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin and his IKP soccer team with their trophies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2TbMiNHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/s9qsv7tH9d8/s1600-h/P1060886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248864335557702770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2TbMiNHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/s9qsv7tH9d8/s320/P1060886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi and Zach before Desmet's Homecoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2T6l6SwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_sqWvvmegkA/s1600-h/P1060882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248864343985638146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2T6l6SwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_sqWvvmegkA/s320/P1060882.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach picked Jessi up and they went to Pasta House to eat before the dance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2Ufqo0hI/AAAAAAAAAb8/zInhLiLPMpU/s1600-h/P1060887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248864353937576466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2Ufqo0hI/AAAAAAAAAb8/zInhLiLPMpU/s320/P1060887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is growing up so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2U6pEqQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/W_7bP6Bn4aw/s1600-h/P1060882.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-9156544965389046159?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/9156544965389046159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=9156544965389046159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/9156544965389046159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/9156544965389046159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-weekend.html' title='Past Weekend'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SNe2kHbiv9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/c3d5ACFasXY/s72-c/Dsc01395%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2577110207984698265</id><published>2008-08-14T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:44:35.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time no update</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it was the end of June when I last updated my blog.  Summer is almost over and school is just around the corner for Jessi and Devin. I thought I would write a summer wrap up/fall preview so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi has finished with her "summer" softball team, The Flash. I think all of us are thankful.  It was a much larger commitment then we thought. They didn't win to many games but it kept Jessi touching the softball. There is no doubt she got some good defensive experience.  She had been in a hitting slump at the begining of the summer but by the last few games she was hitting and stealing bases. She had Rosati softball tryouts this week. There really wasn't any doubt that she would make the team but she wanted to win the center field spot, her favorite position. She is fast enough to cover a lot of outfield ground and has an arm strong enough to get the ball to home plate quickly. So far that looks like where she will be playing.  She is looking for a "real job". Her fall is busy but gas is expensive, and I am trying very hard to close down the bank of dad (not to mention Grandpa L)! The thing is Jessi's boyfriend, Zach, lives in South County.  45 minutes of driving one way really impacts a teenagers gas budget. Not to mention Homecoming is around the corner.  My plan is that between homework, softball and work there will be less time for Zach. Now don't get me wrong, I like Zach just fine. But he is a teenage boy after all. Jessi takes the SAT this year and should really start thinking about college. YIKES!!!!!!!! Now I feel old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible, Devin might actually be busier than Jessi.  He is playing on a select soccer team, Iron Kids Premier (IKP). The whole select soccer situation has been long, drawn out, and full of drama but hopefully things will go well. Devin wanted to play on a more competitive team. This team plays in the A league which is pretty tough. Hopefully they'll win a few games. He also plays on the St. Norbert soccer team. Last year Kyle had 22 kids (or so) on the team this year there is only 14, a more manageable number. Of course, I can't forget volleyball. Hopefully there won't be too many conflicts. 5th grade is a tough year at St. Norbert. The kids have a huge project to do (the State Fair) and they are expected to be more responsible and to manage their time. Thankfully school comes very easy to Devin. The manging his time part will take some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and I went to Las Vegas in July.  He had a conference for work and I tagged along. We had a nice time.  We stayed at the Palazio. It is a new part of the Venetian.  Our room was huge and beautiful.  The staff was great but it is not a cheep place to eat/hang out.  Vegas seems to get more expensive each time we go. I still love it though.  I'm bummed because this is the last week our pool is open during the day on weekdays.  I guess it is time for me to stop goofing off on my days off work and start getting things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really will try to keep this updated more often. Don't hold your breath though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2577110207984698265?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2577110207984698265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2577110207984698265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2577110207984698265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2577110207984698265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-time-no-update.html' title='A long time no update'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6325677398375145879</id><published>2008-06-25T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:01:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is going to be a quick post. I am already late for the beach! It is sunny here but you can hear thunder. But I am still going to head to the sand! You might notice that there aren't many pictures of Kyle. Well, he got sunburned on Sunday. I mean really sunburned!! Monday was not a good day for him at all. He did go for a walk on the beach with me yesterday morning. He also sat under Jim and Barb's canopy yesterday afternoon. But Monday Devin and I were on our own for the most part. Jessi stayed out of the sun mostly on Monday also. All of Devin and my training at our pool in STL payed off! Devin was stung by a Jelly fish twice on Sunday. The amazing thing is that he still swims in the water. He is a braver than I would be!  Well, in the time it has taken me to update this the storm has rolled in so I guess we'll go shopping and I'll head to the beach this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXtEOV52I/AAAAAAAAAa0/rSGgWnjbImg/s1600-h/P6240072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215827750188083042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXtEOV52I/AAAAAAAAAa0/rSGgWnjbImg/s320/P6240072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle ventured out with me for a walk on the beach Tuesday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXtjpT9QI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nbl_0JYfOn4/s1600-h/P6240075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215827758622700802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXtjpT9QI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nbl_0JYfOn4/s320/P6240075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle took our picture. It is very humid and warm here even early in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXuQ8xAWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tl7YPDYz4ag/s1600-h/P6240083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215827770783891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXuQ8xAWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tl7YPDYz4ag/s320/P6240083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessi and Devin on the beach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXuxFiGEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/38PafLN7mdk/s1600-h/P6240086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215827779410597954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXuxFiGEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/38PafLN7mdk/s320/P6240086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My self portrait because there wasn't anyone to take my picture. A little blurry but not to bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJWVKVu4BI/AAAAAAAAAac/1Gi_FC9Cp4g/s1600-h/P6230055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215826240001204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJWVKVu4BI/AAAAAAAAAac/1Gi_FC9Cp4g/s320/P6230055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin and Andy at the pool. Monday we spent most of the day at the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJWVhmaGlI/AAAAAAAAAak/Of2SJsUFvPQ/s1600-h/P6230057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215826246245161554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJWVhmaGlI/AAAAAAAAAak/Of2SJsUFvPQ/s320/P6230057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim at the pool. Believe it or not Jim still got a little red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJWV-c3Q2I/AAAAAAAAAas/--6RD8aUVDw/s1600-h/P6230058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215826253989757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJWV-c3Q2I/AAAAAAAAAas/--6RD8aUVDw/s320/P6230058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another self portrait. Me lounging by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVjWSvqBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Qkzo3_9tFM8/s1600-h/P6220034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825384216438802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVjWSvqBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Qkzo3_9tFM8/s320/P6220034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi and Devin in the surf. The water is warm but there are lots of jelly fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVjm_icSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jpyBTslEFYg/s1600-h/P6220044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825388699283746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVjm_icSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jpyBTslEFYg/s320/P6220044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The boys at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVFXDi4qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/o2Hxc1nq3O4/s1600-h/P6220028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824869025047202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVFXDi4qI/AAAAAAAAAZs/o2Hxc1nq3O4/s320/P6220028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I buried Devin in the sand. The shade is from Barb and Jim's canopy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVF7u953I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/o1Ns2GGHsU4/s1600-h/P6220039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824878870849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJVF7u953I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/o1Ns2GGHsU4/s320/P6220039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessi got a henna tattoo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJUCWVh8WI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XwxGj-FdKp8/s1600-h/P6220046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215823717780812130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJUCWVh8WI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XwxGj-FdKp8/s320/P6220046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi and I at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRi6vr6hI/AAAAAAAAAY0/e1wQ6RCtJMQ/s1600-h/P6220010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215820978775124498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRi6vr6hI/AAAAAAAAAY0/e1wQ6RCtJMQ/s320/P6220010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin and I at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRjfRI60I/AAAAAAAAAY8/SU1EMWn0ZtM/s1600-h/P6220015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215820988579113794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRjfRI60I/AAAAAAAAAY8/SU1EMWn0ZtM/s320/P6220015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More beach pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRj7VcJxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9MOJfXxOVJ8/s1600-h/P6220016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRkG0CzuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/p6TORHg7zOA/s1600-h/P6220023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215820999194496738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJRkG0CzuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/p6TORHg7zOA/s320/P6220023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barb and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-6325677398375145879?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6325677398375145879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=6325677398375145879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6325677398375145879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6325677398375145879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SGJXtEOV52I/AAAAAAAAAa0/rSGgWnjbImg/s72-c/P6240072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-601956458415061028</id><published>2008-06-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:44:23.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way to Gulf Shores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gyjrWHhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BvtMPy9td-Q/s1600-h/P6200005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214571102740028946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gyjrWHhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BvtMPy9td-Q/s320/P6200005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the road Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gy0j7bxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HYDM7W1qxN8/s1600-h/P6200009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214571107272322834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gy0j7bxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HYDM7W1qxN8/s320/P6200009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in Jackson MI.  Andy, Devin and Alex hang out by the pool.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gzGka5WI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sibGZCgmWBk/s1600-h/P6200012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214571112106222946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gzGka5WI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sibGZCgmWBk/s320/P6200012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi on the computer. Devin playing Nintendo DS.  Just like home!&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;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3eab3Oh4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YTs4GvydrQU/s1600-h/P6200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214568489302263682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3eab3Oh4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YTs4GvydrQU/s320/P6200002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin playing Nintendo DS while on the road.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3earLXvjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zg7OTSmfDKo/s1600-h/P6200005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3dkV0oh2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/m1X7AARfYLY/s1600-h/P6210019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214567559967836002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3dkV0oh2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/m1X7AARfYLY/s320/P6210019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped at Pelican's Cove for  lunch.  Devin and Andy on the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3dkvqfDFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ss7SQmSvUEU/s1600-h/P6210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214567566904593490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3dkvqfDFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ss7SQmSvUEU/s320/P6210017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jessi is playing Nintendo DS.  The addiction is spreading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3c_GA1PFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/em2zyDOS2Eo/s1600-h/P6210030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566920068873298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3c_GA1PFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/em2zyDOS2Eo/s320/P6210030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the ferry from Dolphin Island to Ft. Morgan where we are staying.  It looks shorter on the map but it isn't! We waited at least 45 min for the ferry and the Weddles didn't make it on the same one we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3c_eXjdxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/J_9eVfPuhx8/s1600-h/P6210029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566926606628626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3c_eXjdxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/J_9eVfPuhx8/s320/P6210029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cf3HbzyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KzmekSUF2vM/s1600-h/P6210055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566383494090530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cf3HbzyI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KzmekSUF2vM/s320/P6210055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are out of order but here are weddles FINALLY getting off the ferry over 45 minutes after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cgAer4JI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oKlLt_jdPd8/s1600-h/P6210054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566386007531666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cgAer4JI/AAAAAAAAAW0/oKlLt_jdPd8/s320/P6210054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi reads a book while we wait on the Ft. Morgan side of the the ferry. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cgZ9wNnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EBiyxTihcDo/s1600-h/P6210042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566392848725618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cgZ9wNnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EBiyxTihcDo/s320/P6210042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin and I on the ferry.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cgyGu5wI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oHmhWh9mvNI/s1600-h/P6210032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566399328839426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3cgyGu5wI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oHmhWh9mvNI/s320/P6210032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi and Devin on the ferry.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3chPP7o_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/yF_HnJsXMv0/s1600-h/P6210031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214566407152051186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3chPP7o_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/yF_HnJsXMv0/s320/P6210031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3besaHMcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d_HuGM28sXs/s1600-h/P6210059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214565263928144322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3besaHMcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d_HuGM28sXs/s320/P6210059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our view of the Gulf from our condo balcony.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3be6QNLII/AAAAAAAAAWc/bd7edLoS9zE/s1600-h/P6210058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214565267644689538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3be6QNLII/AAAAAAAAAWc/bd7edLoS9zE/s320/P6210058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our view of a couple of the pools at the Plantation Resort.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3bfBa1HPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/are2dhrVuxc/s1600-h/P6210076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214565269568298226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3bfBa1HPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/are2dhrVuxc/s320/P6210076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at the Hangout.  It was an hour wait but who cares when you can spend the wait on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3anRQYpxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6QbD43KZeJ0/s1600-h/P6210074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564311746782994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3anRQYpxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6QbD43KZeJ0/s320/P6210074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time our table was ready, Devin was soaked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3anszAG3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/R3DKoewex1A/s1600-h/P6210073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564319139732338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3anszAG3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/R3DKoewex1A/s320/P6210073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to the beach two other times with the kids but Devin was to young to remember either of them.  He was SOOOO excited to play in the surf.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3aoMK_IoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-Rrq3i0Qokg/s1600-h/P6210069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564327561831042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3aoMK_IoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-Rrq3i0Qokg/s320/P6210069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devin was a little nervous at first but that lasted for about 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3aoYG-91I/AAAAAAAAAWE/lJHp0FuzLpg/s1600-h/P6210063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564330766268242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3aoYG-91I/AAAAAAAAAWE/lJHp0FuzLpg/s320/P6210063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi can't wait to spend the day laying in the sand.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3aovlPKiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/zIDhMXwBEvE/s1600-h/P6210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214564337067174434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3aovlPKiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/zIDhMXwBEvE/s320/P6210061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beach babes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More tomorrow, hopefully.  We plan to wake up go to the beach. Eat lunch. Go back to the beach. Have supper and back to the beach again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-601956458415061028?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/601956458415061028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=601956458415061028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/601956458415061028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/601956458415061028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-our-way-to-gulf-shores.html' title='On our way to Gulf Shores'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SF3gyjrWHhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BvtMPy9td-Q/s72-c/P6200005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7867988168395527799</id><published>2008-06-05T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:52:14.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy June</title><content type='html'>Most of you know but Jessi was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. We were all with her.  A car pulled out in front of her. She did her best to avoid the accident but she ended up hitting the other car.  Jessi's car had to be towed.  She is sooo bummed.  The other driver was ticketed and her insurance is taking care of everything.  The garage thinks it will be about two weeks to get Jessi's car back in shape.  We have a rental but Jessi can't drive it because of her age so she is driving the van.  Oh, that reminds me she got her license last Friday. It is really strange to think of her driving.  She is babysitting for a family from our church this summer.  She drives to their house in the morning. She is also taking them places during the day.  Yikes! They must have a lot of confidence in her.  Jessi babysits Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and some Fridays.  I think she likes it so far.  Devin is going with her on some Wednesdays and Thursdays.  She is also running summer track and still playing softball.  So she is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin has his last soccer game for the season this Saturday.  After that we/he need to decide where he wants to play next year.  He really loves soccer and truly has a talent for the game.  He would make any number of teams if he tried out for them.  Kyle and I are really trying to listen to him as far as how competitive he wants be.  Money and where the teams practice is also a factor.  I realize he is young and no matter what we decide it won't be the end of the world but I really want him to be happy and to continue to enjoy playing.  He is also playing baseball.  He pitched last year but isn't interested in pitching this year.  He mostly plays first or third base.  He does pretty well. He also loves the pool.  He and I are pool buddies. Jessi and Kyle really don't enjoy hanging out at the pool afternoon so Dev and I bond in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle has been really busy at work.  I know he thinks about looking for a job somewhere else but it is hard to make that change.  He has a lot of flexibility and he accrues a decent amount of vacation time. Changing jobs may mean loosing those things.  It is always a trade off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fine for me.  Not very busy but I also have a lot of flexibility so hopefully I will be able to take advantage of the good summer weather, if we ever get any! I am considering taking up running.  I run very occasionally.  Well, actually I run and walk and run and walk two miles. You would think with all the time I put into the gym that I would be in better shape.  I want to be able to run 3 miles but I guess that means I will have to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my update. I'm going to try and keep up with my blog better.  I'm not always good at keeping in touch so a couple of my friends tell me this is how they keep up with what is going on with me.  (Hi Mary! It was good to talk to you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7867988168395527799?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7867988168395527799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7867988168395527799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7867988168395527799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7867988168395527799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-june.html' title='Happy June'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-5330136323095866658</id><published>2008-05-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:02:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On to State!</title><content type='html'>Track sectionals were held last Saturday and Jessi did great!  She advanced to State in all 4 of her events. This weekend is the State meet. Prelims will be run on Friday.  There are 16 girls/relay teams in each event.  The top 8 will move on to the finals which will be run on Saturday.  If you make it to the finals you are guaranteed a medal.  Here are the details of how she did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 Meter Dash - 12.88&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jessi came in 4th.  I didn't think she'd qualify for State in this event and it ended up being a photo finish.  In her sectional the winner's time was 12.68.  To put Jessi's time in perspective the probable winner of this years State meet, and current state record holder of the 100, ran it in 11.95 seconds at her sectionals. That is a big time difference for a short race.  I hope Jessi finishes 12th or better or/and runs her personal best (pb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;400 Meter Dash - 59.53&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jessi came in 3rd and ran a pb.  In her sectional the winner's time was 58.03.  The probable winner of this years State meet, and current state record holder of the 400, ran it in 56.65 seconds at her sectionals.  Now that is FAST! Jessi does have a chance to advance to the finals in this event.  There are several girls who run this race in about the same time as Jessi.  I can not tell you how excited Jessi would be to medal in an individual event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4X200 Meter Relay - 1:47.59&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jessi's relay team came in 3rd.  In her sectionals the wining relay team's time was 1:44.47.  The probable wining relay team of this year's State meet ran it in 1:41.47 at their sectionals.  It is a toss up as to whether or not Jessi's relay team has a chance to advance to the finals in this event.  If they run their best AND have great hand offs AND have a little luck they might have a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4X400 Meter Relay - 4:05.02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jessi's relay team came in 2nd.  In her sectionals the wining relay team's time was 4:01.1.  The probable wining relay team of this years State meet ran it in 3:57.61 at their sectionals.  That means that all four runners ran a 400 in an average of 59.4 seconds! That is crazy fast! Jessi's relay team has a chance to advance to the finals in this event.  They will have to run well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi has put a lot of pressure on herself to do well.  I get very nervous right before her races. I will let you know how she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-5330136323095866658?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5330136323095866658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=5330136323095866658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5330136323095866658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5330136323095866658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-to-state.html' title='On to State!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6856563772605846231</id><published>2008-05-13T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:18:22.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The District meet for track was last Saturday.  It was hosted by Union High School in Union, MO which is a long drive for us.  Jessi ran her first two events, the 100 meter dash and the 4X200 meter relay and advanced to Sectionals.  Just before she was to run the 400 Meter dash the weather turned ugly and the meet was delayed. Eventually the meet was called and rescheduled for yesterday, Monday, May 12.  Jessi ran her remaining two events the 400 meter dash and the 4X400 meter relay and advanced to sectionals in both.  Sectionals are this coming Saturday, May 17.  They are being held in Cape Giradeau, MO.  Wish her luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-6856563772605846231?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6856563772605846231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=6856563772605846231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6856563772605846231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6856563772605846231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/05/track-update.html' title='Track Update'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2021186880980148371</id><published>2008-05-13T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:10:10.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB6ztBPPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6sc34Ejp6IM/s1600-h/P4271107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830092087377138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB6ztBPPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6sc34Ejp6IM/s320/P4271107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sister and her family came for a visit a couple of weekends ago.  Her oldest son Dylan, (2 years old) &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; Devin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB7TtBPQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3qxaGxfVlco/s1600-h/P4261101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830100677311746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB7TtBPQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3qxaGxfVlco/s320/P4261101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jessi had a track meet the Saturday they were visiting.  Thankfully the weather was warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB7jtBPRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/S0_EJ6um0Ys/s1600-h/P4261106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830104972279058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB7jtBPRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/S0_EJ6um0Ys/s320/P4261106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drew is my sister's youngest.  He is 9 months and is a very happy baby.  I loved having them around.  I wish we could see each other more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB8DtBPSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tW_ZrmMe2Z8/s1600-h/P5091119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830113562213666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB8DtBPSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tW_ZrmMe2Z8/s320/P5091119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In case you haven't heard.  Jessi has a car.  It is a 2002 PT Cruiser with 36,000 miles on it. Jessi doesn't have her license yet but hopefully by the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB8TtBPTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UOlXcgbP0p4/s1600-h/P5091122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830117857180978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB8TtBPTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/UOlXcgbP0p4/s320/P5091122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom and dad split the cost with us.  (Thanks Mom and Dad).  Be sure to keep an eye out for her on the road and let Kyle and I know how she is driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2021186880980148371?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2021186880980148371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2021186880980148371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2021186880980148371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2021186880980148371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/05/lots-to-update.html' title='Lots to update'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SCmB6ztBPPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6sc34Ejp6IM/s72-c/P4271107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7733935069508778435</id><published>2008-04-16T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:52:52.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Parents!</title><content type='html'>This is a link to an article in the North County Journal about the Rosati Kaine Track team. Jessi really hates it when Kyle and I brag about her, but to bad!! We often tell her we are going to walk around and say to people, "What wait in line?! Do you know who I am?! I am Jessi Collins, the State Athlete's (and now newspaper celebrity),  mom!"  Check out the article. If you happen to get a paper copy could you save it for us? Thanks.  I'm sure she'd autograph them for a small fee.  (Hee Hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://northcountyjournal.stltoday.com/articles/2008/04/16/sports/sj2tn20080415-0416fer-column1.ii1.txt"&gt;http://northcountyjournal.stltoday.com/articles/2008/04/16/sports/sj2tn20080415-0416fer-column1.ii1.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7733935069508778435?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7733935069508778435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7733935069508778435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7733935069508778435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7733935069508778435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/04/proud-parents.html' title='Proud Parents!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3729417439100893807</id><published>2008-04-15T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:47:09.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Carpeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2NRCa03I/AAAAAAAAAUc/oHnApVXLjpc/s1600-h/P1060398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189473009665758066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2NRCa03I/AAAAAAAAAUc/oHnApVXLjpc/s320/P1060398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;This is the upstairs landing.  There is a big difference between the new carpeting and the carpeting in the bedrooms upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2ORCa04I/AAAAAAAAAUk/7LXHvjaCnMA/s1600-h/P1060397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189473026845627266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2ORCa04I/AAAAAAAAAUk/7LXHvjaCnMA/s320/P1060397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We haven't put much back into the bonus room upstairs.  Yet some how the kids still seem to make it look messy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2OhCa05I/AAAAAAAAAUs/TCRmykP1EIs/s1600-h/P1060396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189473031140594578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2OhCa05I/AAAAAAAAAUs/TCRmykP1EIs/s320/P1060396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We originally planned on doing the stairs in the same laminate we did our bedroom.  Kyle discovered how much work and time it would take so we decided to carpet the stairs.  Of course, if we are carpeting the stairs we might as well carpet the landing and the bonus room.  Isn't that how all home improvement projects grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2PRCa06I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Fafnw118bfY/s1600-h/P1060395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189473044025496482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2PRCa06I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Fafnw118bfY/s320/P1060395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Both of us are so happy with how it turned out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2QBCa07I/AAAAAAAAAU8/bPgLyp662nM/s1600-h/P1060394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189473056910398386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2QBCa07I/AAAAAAAAAU8/bPgLyp662nM/s320/P1060394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We still haven't quite figured out where we want our furniture.  But we'll work that out eventually.  Probably when we are tired of moving things around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-3729417439100893807?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3729417439100893807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3729417439100893807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3729417439100893807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3729417439100893807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-carpeting.html' title='New Carpeting'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAS2NRCa03I/AAAAAAAAAUc/oHnApVXLjpc/s72-c/P1060398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2534157939765366512</id><published>2008-04-14T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:27:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Track and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAN0vRCa02I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Tnmcez0gPvE/s1600-h/P1060389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189119551037166434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAN0vRCa02I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Tnmcez0gPvE/s320/P1060389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;This is me "all nice and warm" before the track meet started. As the day wore on Devin and I piled on blankets and more layers. We still froze! No other pictures because it was to cold to move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought track was suppose to be one of those sports where you sit in the sun all day long, complain about the heat and worry about getting a farmers tan! I am waiting for one of those meets! The weather at last Saturday's meet was horrible! It was grey and 39 degrees. It briefly rained on us and we had a brief period of small hail. It was a long day for all of us. Jessi did great and Rosati won the meet by 1 point. This is the 3rd week in a row Rosati has won. For those of you keeping track here are her times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100 Meter dash 12.9, 2nd place (The winers time was 12.5). This is her best time of the year so far. Her personal best is 12.73.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;400 Meter dash 1:200, 2nd place (The winners time 1:00.9) This is her best time of the year and since she didn't run it last year it is her personal best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4X200 Relay 1:53.6, 1st place. The relay team is still being shuffled so it is hard to say what the best for the season is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4X400 Relay 4:16.8, 1st place. This relay team has been shuffled some also but this is the best time for this group of girls. The last time they ran together their time was 4:19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also got new carpeting on Friday. It looks great! Kyle and I are very happy with it. I forgot to take pictures of before but I hope to remember to post an after. We still don't have everything back in place but we are getting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd love to give an update on Devin's soccer but his games continue to be rained out. Hopefully he'll get a game in this week. His baseball has started up so he'll be busy, provided the weather dries out some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully the rain is done for at least a few days. Lately my mood has been matching the weather. I could use some sun shine and warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2534157939765366512?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2534157939765366512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2534157939765366512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2534157939765366512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2534157939765366512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-track-and-other-stuff.html' title='More Track and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/SAN0vRCa02I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Tnmcez0gPvE/s72-c/P1060389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7612682174142264517</id><published>2008-03-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:38:59.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Meet Results and Soccer Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The weather for the meet last Saturday was miserable! Rosati ran in the Washington University High School Meet.  There were about 20 schools that had girls represented.  Some of the schools were not co-ed.  Rosati came in 10th place.  I think that is very respectable considering we do not have poll vaulting and our field events program is not so great.  Jessi ran in four events, the 100Meter dash, the 4X200 Meter relay, the 400 Meter dash, and the 4X400 Meter relay.  She received points for each of her events.  That means she was in the top 8 in every race.  I know she was not exactly pleased with her times but the weather was brutal, in the low 30s and very windy, and it was her first meet of the season.  Here is how she did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;100 Meter 13.28 Seconds, 8th place out of 39 runners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;400 Meter 1:04.62, 7th place out of 38 runners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;4X200 (800Meter) Relay, 1:54.35, 5th place out of 14 teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;4X400 (1600Meter) Relay, 4:19.16, 5th place out of 12 teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jessi is also listed on the area wide honor roll.  Just click on the link that to the right that says St. Louis Prep Sports then girls track and scroll down the right side of the page until you see area honor roll.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures.  I'm including pictures from Devin's tournament in Memphis.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-puQlDn8_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DXShUarhVn8/s1600-h/P1060266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182075552347452402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-puQlDn8_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DXShUarhVn8/s320/P1060266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessi crossing the finish line in the 4X400 relay.  She is running anchor this season.  Her coach told Kyle and I they wanted to move her to anchor during sectionals last year but they were worried it would freak her out.  In last Saturday's meet they replaced one of the runner on Jessi's 4X400 at the last minute.  This is the new runner's first year in track.  I think the relay will be much better even by this weekends meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-pt-FDn8-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/n4NjBXnmIF0/s1600-h/P1060231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182075234519872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-pt-FDn8-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/n4NjBXnmIF0/s320/P1060231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jessi out of the blocks on the 400 Meter dash. This was her first time running this race in competition and she had the worst lane. I know she was disappointed with her time.  She wants to run the 400 in 60 seconds or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-pttlDn89I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pngzcxmA_f8/s1600-h/P1060189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074951052030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-pttlDn89I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pngzcxmA_f8/s320/P1060189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jessi runs the anchor of the 4X200 meter relay.  She really does well in that position.  She loves to chase down other runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-ptgVDn88I/AAAAAAAAAT0/e7W3XjhdSRQ/s1600-h/P1060180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074723418764226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-ptgVDn88I/AAAAAAAAAT0/e7W3XjhdSRQ/s320/P1060180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jessi out of the blocks on in the 100 meters.  I think she would like to drop this race but since an athlete can participate in 4 events and Jessi is the fastest girl on her team the coaches will keep her in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-ptSVDn87I/AAAAAAAAATs/oyyXf9OTXCs/s1600-h/P1060171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074482900595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-ptSVDn87I/AAAAAAAAATs/oyyXf9OTXCs/s320/P1060171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The parents (and some grandparents) pooled their money and got the track and cross country team a tent. It is really nice.  It is large enough to hold the girls and it protects them from the elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-ps_1Dn86I/AAAAAAAAATk/H-Ha5G8TDCY/s1600-h/P1060168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074165073015714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-ps_1Dn86I/AAAAAAAAATk/H-Ha5G8TDCY/s320/P1060168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The NORCO soccer team after their last game in the Memphis tournament.  It rained and was cold most of the weekend.  The sun did come out on Sunday.  If you can't tell by the uniforms, the fields were very very muddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-psvVDn85I/AAAAAAAAATc/GMaK9BChj04/s1600-h/P1060052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182073881605174162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-psvVDn85I/AAAAAAAAATc/GMaK9BChj04/s320/P1060052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Devin played goalie during two of the games.  He hadn't played in a couple of years.  He did really well. He thinks he might want to play more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-pseVDn84I/AAAAAAAAATU/S-mG4pTsaho/s1600-h/P1060005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182073589547398018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-pseVDn84I/AAAAAAAAATU/S-mG4pTsaho/s320/P1060005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Devin has the height to be a good goalie.  But he is such a good defender that it is very noticeable when he is not on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-psNlDn83I/AAAAAAAAATM/CIcqhtHagVY/s1600-h/P1050828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182073301784589170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-psNlDn83I/AAAAAAAAATM/CIcqhtHagVY/s320/P1050828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The white uniforms didn't last long!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7612682174142264517?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7612682174142264517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7612682174142264517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7612682174142264517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7612682174142264517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/03/track-meet-results-and-soccer-pictures.html' title='Track Meet Results and Soccer Pictures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R-puQlDn8_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/DXShUarhVn8/s72-c/P1060266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-1810374288882008251</id><published>2008-03-20T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:34:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessica's track meet was canceled yesterday. She was really bummed. Her next and now first meet for the season will be Saturday at Wash U. It is a huge and very competitive meet. She was hoping to work her jitters out at last nights meet. I'll keep everyone posted on how she does Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-1810374288882008251?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1810374288882008251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=1810374288882008251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1810374288882008251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1810374288882008251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterdays-meet.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Meet'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-196502909267565653</id><published>2008-03-18T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:52:01.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just saying, "Hey".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;We were in Memphis this past weekend. The only sites we saw while we were there were the hotel, the soccer fields and very muddy 9/10 year old boys. Devin's soccer team played in a tournament. It was rainy, cold and very very very muddy. They lost the first two games and won the last. The boys seemed to have a lot of fun. Thankfully the hotel is use to hosting soccer teams. If not it would have been a long two nights. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. All of us had dinner at Corky's. It is a bar-b-Q place. All of the boys sat at one table. It was a great chance for them to spend some time with each other. They also spent lots of time in the pool. I had considered swimming but once there were 10 4th grade boys in the pool that idea didn't seem so great. Devin played goal for a half in two of the games. He didn't do to badly. He thinks he might want to play it more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Jessi has her first track meet this Wednesday. She is running the 4X200, 4X400 and jumping the long jump. She also has a huge meet on Saturday. She is running the open 100, the 4X200, the open 400 and the 4X400. She did not run the open 400 last year. Jessi asked her coach if she could try running it. She has set some goals for herself and she really wants to do well. I'll keep you posted on how she does. She is also playing softball so she keeps busy. Our goal is for her to have her license this spring. We are keeping our eye out for a used car that runs well, in decent shape and that gets decent gas mileage. We don't want to pay much more than $3,000. If anyone knows of someone selling a car let us know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;No carpeting yet. It is on back order and should be shipped next week. We still have things to put away from our bedroom. Hopefully we can have most of that done before we have to take out everything from our living room and the bonus room upstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-196502909267565653?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/196502909267565653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=196502909267565653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/196502909267565653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/196502909267565653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-saying-hey.html' title='Just saying, &quot;Hey&quot;.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6053930620438166513</id><published>2008-03-04T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:35:50.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooring Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;SO HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; with how our floor looks. We aren't done with all of the little stuff at the end but here is our progress so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday we took all of the furniture out of the bedroom. We have stuff stashed all over the place. That is the part of the process that drives me CRAZY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Thursday Kyle tore up the carpeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Friday, our friend Tim came over to help Kyle. They worked most of the afternoon. I was a little (maybe more than a little) stressed because by 6:00 they only had two or three boards in place. They started in the entry way in front of the stairs which was the hardest spot. Both of them were pleased with how things were going. At this point I was pretty sure I was going to be sleeping in the living room for weeks. They both kept reassuring me that the beginning pieces were the hardest and the most important. After these were done things would go much quicker. I have to stop here and mention that I adore Tim but he is a perfectionist. I would not call Kyle a perfectionist but when he does a project he is very precise and wants it done right. So while Tim and Kyle were loving all of the measuring and strategizing and remeasuring and restrategizing and cutting and restrategizing my stress level was rising. I wanted to scream, "Just put the board down!!!!!" (Deep breath) Anyway, Devin had basketball practice Friday night which Tim and Kyle coach. Afterwards Tim came back and he and Kyle worked until midnight on the floor. They were right things did start to go quicker and I was feeling better because the floor was looking fabulous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday, Kyle spent the entire day working on the floor. He was making real progress! I thought for sure he would finish Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday, morning Kyle was feeling all of the work he had done in his knees. I am sure that he was getting tired of working on the floor but I was getting excited because I could see the end. Then, late in the afternoon Kyle smashed his finger. I am not sure exactly what he did but it was bad. He was in a lot of pain, there was blood and it swelled instantly. For awhile I thought we might be making a trip to the hospital. We didn't know how much he was going to be able to use it. We called Tim again. Did I mention how much I adore Tim? Tim came over after Devin's basketball game and helped Kyle finish the floor in the bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;We moved our bed back into the bedroom. We have all of our transition pieces in place. Now we have to finish up with the baseboards and move our furniture back. I am truly happy with how the floor looks. Kyle worked really hard and did a great job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Next: Carpeting for the family room, stairs and bonus room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81HPXEV8HI/AAAAAAAAATE/AqO8eQ9-bHA/s1600-h/P2271074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173869876134408306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81HPXEV8HI/AAAAAAAAATE/AqO8eQ9-bHA/s320/P2271074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;This is our bedroom before we started. We had so much junk stashed around our room. I am not moving anything back that I don't love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81HCHEV8GI/AAAAAAAAAS8/01wcfG216_g/s1600-h/P2281075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173869648501141602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81HCHEV8GI/AAAAAAAAAS8/01wcfG216_g/s320/P2281075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our bedroom after Kyle tore up the carpeting. I couldn't believe how much dust there was under the carpeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81G0XEV8FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RsWDixLLG2Y/s1600-h/P3021083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173869412277940306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81G0XEV8FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RsWDixLLG2Y/s320/P3021083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The finished product. It looks so great! Hopefully the baseboards will be done by the end of next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-6053930620438166513?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6053930620438166513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=6053930620438166513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6053930620438166513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6053930620438166513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/03/flooring-progress.html' title='Flooring Progress'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R81HPXEV8HI/AAAAAAAAATE/AqO8eQ9-bHA/s72-c/P2271074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-34850802325216466</id><published>2008-02-27T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:53:51.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>My mom and dad were in town over the past weekend.  Usually we have the chance to do some shopping but we didn't this time.  Though the kids some how ended up with something anyway.  It was a quick visit.  They didn't get in town until late Friday and left before noon on Sunday.  Saturday, Devin had a basketball game and an indoor soccer game.  I think they enjoyed both especially since we won.  There is a boy on Devin's basketball team who has a lot of talent.  Not only does he have a lot of skill but he is also an unselfish player.  My mom commented that he makes the whole team better, this is probably true.  Devin played really well in his indoor soccer game.  They played a team a year younger than them but had quite a bit of ball skill. It was a good game.  I am very proud of Devin because he kept his temper during the game.  There was some pushing and shoving, which is what indoor soccer is! Since Devin was bigger than the other players on the opposing team the calls almost always went against him justified or not.  He never lost his cool. One of the boys on Devin's team actually got a card and had to sit in the penalty box for 2 minutes.  I told you indoor soccer is  like hockey with out the ice and wimpy body pads!  My mom and dad left Sunday morning after church. They were stopping in Peoria for a visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi started track on Monday.  I think she is really enjoying it.  She'll Probably like it more when practices aren't so cold.  I hope to have her meet schedule soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we start the process of replacing the floors in our bedroom.  I am going to do my best not to be crabby but I hate my house being torn apart.  The furniture gets moved tonight and the carpeting gets torn up tomorrow.  Yikes!!!! I am excited and very apprehensive.  I'll keep you posted on how it is going. Not only the floors but whether I've had a nervous breakdown or Kyle has locked me out of the house.  Hopefully every thing will be close to being done by Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-34850802325216466?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/34850802325216466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=34850802325216466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/34850802325216466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/34850802325216466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/02/visit-from-mom-and-dad.html' title='Visit from Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7087019086870049182</id><published>2008-02-21T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:55:02.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuse</title><content type='html'>I have a heard a few comments from some friends reminding me that I hadn't updated my blog in awhile. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So this is for you Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's new with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I created a Face Book page. I have no idea how to do anything with it. Jessi told me last night that she would help me add some applications to it. Whatever the heck that means. Anyway, I am not even sure how other people find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's new with Kyle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Things are crazy at his work. This isn't really new but the craziness is always changing. He is working from home every other Friday. I think he'll really like it. He is going to tackle a huge home project, new flooring in our bedroom and living room. I'll have more on this later I am sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's new with Jessi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She played in an indoor softball tournament last weekend. Her team was clearly out matched. The first game they played the Illinois state champions. It was a college recruiting tournament. She definitely prefers playing softball outside! Jessi has been working with a trainer in an effort to prepare for the track season which starts next Monday. Things will really start to get crazy for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's new with Devin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Devin is really enjoying his basketball season. He made a free throw last weekend. I think he is starting to figure out just how physical you can get before you get a foul. In the beginning he was playing like he plays soccer. To give you an idea how Devin plays soccer, one of my friends calls Devin and his friend Andy the Bruiser Brothers. He is also playing indoor soccer which is basically hockey on indoor turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Tim knows all of this.  But, my mom and dad are coming for a visit this weekend and since many our friends do not include us in their trivia tables, they'll need to be updated on how the visit went.  So there will be new exciting info next week, if Tim "reminds" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just kidding Tim you know I love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7087019086870049182?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7087019086870049182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7087019086870049182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7087019086870049182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7087019086870049182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-excuse.html' title='No Excuse'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-5380979513401743711</id><published>2008-01-17T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:24:27.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Same Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I thought I would update everyone on what is new with us, nothing,  not a thing, nada.  That doesn't mean we haven't been doing anything, just nothing new.  Devin is playing basketball and indoor soccer.  I enjoy watching both.  Jessi is getting ready for track season and hoping to get her license soon.  Work for Kyle and I is well ..... work.  I plan to take some pictures this weekend and post them next week. (Not of our work! Of the kids!) Today is my nephew's second birthday.  Happy Birthday Dylan!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;  For those of you who are interested, I have done terribly on my secret New Years resolution.  The best part of it being secret is that no one knows when I break it!! Anyway it is important so I am going to keep trying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-5380979513401743711?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5380979513401743711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=5380979513401743711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5380979513401743711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5380979513401743711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/01/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same Old Same Old'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-1468898875330023587</id><published>2008-01-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:03:52.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Jessi turned 16 this past Sunday.  It is hard for me to believe. I remember the day I had her and I see her now but all the years in between seem a blur.  As she makes her way through high school I see a lot of myself in her.  But she is also very much her fathers daughter.  I am proud of her and I love her very much. I tell her often and I truly believe, that she is going to make a great impact on this world. I feel it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-1468898875330023587?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1468898875330023587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=1468898875330023587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1468898875330023587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1468898875330023587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-8298340917769676503</id><published>2008-01-02T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:57:01.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I only made one New Year resolution and I am not telling you what it is.  I usually resolve to loose weight, be more organized and be better about keeping in touch with people.  I still hope to do/improve on those things but this year my resolution is more personal.  That is all I  have to say about that so don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me this holiday season that no matter how much I want it to be relaxing it isn't.  And no matter how much I say I am not going to be crabby I am. Why is that?  Well, we have too many friends and family.  Yep.  If I want things to be more relaxing I need to get rid of some of you. We celebrate Christmas for days and each celebration involves lots of gifts.   Gifts to give and gifts to get.  I know some of you are thinking "lots of gifts and to many invitations don't seem like bad things".  Well, they are. Let me explain.  Most of our celebrations are out of town which means buying lots of gifts, wrapping lots of gifts, packing lots of gifts into our van, unloading lots gifts from our van, opening gifts, loading different gifts into our van, unloading these gifts from our van, and finally finding a place to put all of these new gifts.  Now don't get me wrong!  I LOVE presents. I also truly enjoy buying gifts. What I don't like is trying to think of suggestions for gifts for me and my family.  Jessi and Devin need nothing!  I mean NOTHING.  They have to make up things to put on a list. I am aware that if you ask them they will disagree. But unless you want to get Devin a Nintendo DS or Jessi a car there is nothing they lack. Kyle and I are no different.  I would love new carpeting in my living room and flooring in my bedroom and Kyle would love a muscle car.  In reality though, there just isn't anything we need.  But, because we have lots of friends and family there are lots of people who want to give us gifts that we will enjoy. So, I am asked probably 100 times for suggestions of what to give Jessi and Devin.  I am pretty sure a Nintendo DS, two cars, one for Jessi and one for Kyle, carpeting for my living room, and flooring for my bedroom are not in anyone's Christmas budget.  But, I can't even think of things for Kyle and I to give them! How in the world am I suppose to think of things for everyone else to give them?  My mom and dad ask me more than anyone else.  I love my mom and dad very much. But, they are the main reason there is nothing to get the kids! If you give your grandchildren everything they want throughout the year of course there is nothing to give them at Christmas! On top of the whole gift giving issue is that there are so many people who want to see us and spend time with us.  I hate making choices about where to spend our time.  I never want to tell someone we can't do something or go somewhere.  My choices are to really overextend ourselves which makes me crabby because I hate being rushed and I hate being late even more or telling people we can't go which makes me feel guilty and afraid I have hurt their feelings.  So, if I had fewer friends and family there would be fewer gifts and not so many places to go! My solution? Make out a list, I love to make lists, of all of my friends and family and decide who to get rid of.  Surely there is someone who has been around to long. Or maybe, someone who isn't any fun more. How about a new friend that I haven't become too attached to yet? After spending an entire few seconds looking at my list I decided I couldn't get rid of anyone.  Everyone on my list is important to me.  I know sometimes, well a lot of the time, I stink at keeping in touch.  But I am very glad that all of you are on my list.  The only choice I have is that next year, I'll try and accept the fact that our holiday season isn't going to be relaxing and that sometimes I am going to be crabby. All of you just have to put up with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, keeping my New Years resolution will help with my holiday issues.  Nope I'm not telling.  Believe it or not, I can keep some secrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-8298340917769676503?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8298340917769676503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=8298340917769676503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8298340917769676503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8298340917769676503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2815377529147090233</id><published>2007-11-22T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:44:50.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt; had hoped to leave our house by 12:00 yesterday but we didn't get on the road until 12:40 or so.  The weather was not so great. It rained the entire way, sometimes it rained so hard I couldn't see more than two car lengths in front of me.  The traffic was very heavy especially up until Springfield, IL.  It did get a little lighter after that.  I counted 28 State Police along our way.  The trip went surprisingly fast though.  Tim let me borrow his FM IPOD converter thingy. I really have no idea what it is called but I could listen to my IPOD through the radio. The good news was that the trip didn't drag to much.  The bad news is that everyone had to listen to me sing for 4 1/2 hours! I did notice at one point in the trip everyone had head phones on except me. I am sure this was not a comment on my voice!  Once in town we went to my sister's game.  My sister is the Freshmen coach for girls basketball at Alleman (my high school).  The Alleman Pioneers played the Moline Maroons (Kyle's high school). Alleman was trounced but we did score 18 points and my sister had hoped to just get into double digits.  Afterwards we went to eat at Pizza and Subs.  A great place for calzones. Enjoy the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WQqJFNJ4I/AAAAAAAAASs/2JPYYrhUElc/s1600-h/PB210775sm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135670003752576898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WQqJFNJ4I/AAAAAAAAASs/2JPYYrhUElc/s320/PB210775sm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Jessi at my mom and dad's house holding Drew.  Drew is 3 months old.  He weighs at least 15 pounds. He is a BIG boy.  He is adorable and a very happy baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WOWpFNJ3I/AAAAAAAAASk/2_DJU6ebB8M/s1600-h/PB210776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135667469721872242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WOWpFNJ3I/AAAAAAAAASk/2_DJU6ebB8M/s320/PB210776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt; When Jackie coaches she paces up and down the sidelines. She doesn't scream at the girls.  When she wants to talk to them about what they are doing she subs them out of the game.  She is pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WNc5FNJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/ZhkWpZ-aCkk/s1600-h/PB210783small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135666477584426850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WNc5FNJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/ZhkWpZ-aCkk/s320/PB210783small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Me holding baby Drew.  Everyone kept asking me if I wanted to put him in his car seat but I didn't want to give him up because I rarely get to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WKh5FNJ1I/AAAAAAAAASU/qoUB67ncyb8/s1600-h/PB210784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135663264948889426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WKh5FNJ1I/AAAAAAAAASU/qoUB67ncyb8/s320/PB210784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Grandma, Dylan and Devin at Pizza and Subs.  Dylan was done for the night by the time dinner was through.  So was I actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2815377529147090233?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2815377529147090233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2815377529147090233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2815377529147090233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2815377529147090233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/11/drive-home.html' title='Drive Home'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/R0WQqJFNJ4I/AAAAAAAAASs/2JPYYrhUElc/s72-c/PB210775sm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-286420715642633350</id><published>2007-11-21T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:53:55.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am going to warn you this is long.  I'm not apologizing just letting you know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend of Thanksgiving is probably one of my favorite times of the year.  Now that our kids are older and involved in more things it is harder for us to make trips to the QC (home).  Many Thanksgivings, Kyle and I talk about being able to spend a holiday in our home. We talk about how relaxing it would be.  Because from the minute we arrive, we run from place to place.  I am sure some of you may think this is an exaggeration but it is not. This year I want to be thankful for every thing we do and everyone we see. What follows is our known itinerary.  I say known because there are several things that are not scheduled yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  Today we will rush to get out of town so we can arrive in time to see my sister coach basketball. Afterwards (hopefully) we will go out for diner with her family.  This is the only game I get to see her whole basketball season.  Jackie would understand if we couldn't make it but I don't see her often enough and I love to get a glimpse of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:  In the morning we will go to Kyle's parent's house.  It is "just" his immediate family. You know,  parents, brother, sisters and their families. I say "just" because there will be about 23 people! That is unreal to me!  My immediate family consists of 10.  We'll eat to much, play games, and have to drag the kids away before they are ready to go.  Then we will rush to my uncle's house for the "Hare" Thanksgiving, my mom's side of the family.  All of my aunts, uncles, most of my cousins, and their children get together at my Uncle Phil's house. This year there will be at least 35 people.  It is loud, unruly, crowded, and hilarious.  It is a crazy family made up of crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: In the morning my mom, dad, Kyle and I will go shopping.  This is a new tradition that started last year.  My mom didn't know it was tradition until I told her Monday night.  Traditions are very important to me!  Ask my mom and sister.  I don't like things to change.  I'll add new traditions but hold on tightly to old traditions.  Anyway, we don't go to many stores. While we are at Target my mom and I sit in their cafe and drink coffee while my dad and Kyle look for the things on our list and buy things that are not on our list.  Friday afternoon we "stalk the yule tide bush" ie: the Christmas Tree.  My parents, sister, her family, Aunt and Uncle, and their kids cut down a live tree every year.  How long it takes is in direct proportion to the weather.  The colder it is the less time it takes.  My Aunt Becki can find their tree in mere minutes if it is really cold! We tag along for the cookies and hot chocolate.  Afterwards there is chili and hot dogs.  Friday night Kyle and I go to Circa, a diner theater, with his brother, sisters, spouses and parents.  It is the only time the whole year when the "adults" get together.  I am certain it is Kyle's favorite part of the weekend.  We look forward to it and talk about it all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: This is the "unplanned" day.  Though it is always planed by the time we get there but with what varies every year.  I have to take time to mention that my mom's birthday is November 24th.  My mother LOVES her birthday.  She counts down to it every year.  So somewhere in this already crazy weekend we celebrate the day that is "all about me (mom)".  This year my mother's birthday falls on Saturday.  My mom is getting her hair done at 8:00 in the morning.  I really wish it was later but.... Jessi and I are going along and all three of us are getting manicures. We'll take my mom out for breakfast afterwards. My mom wants to go shopping for Jessi in the afternoon. You notice I said Jessi, not my mom.  My mother says the day is all about her but that is never the case.  It is usually all about her grand children.  We'll get together with my sister and her family that evening for diner, cake and ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We'll try to leave early so we can get home, do laundry, and get ready for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of all this craziness is trying to get to all of the places we love to eat.  These include but are not limited to:  Rudy's (Tex Mex), Adolph's (mexican), Harris (pizza), Hungry Hobo (sandwhiches), and Whitey's (ice cream). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Kyle and I talk about staying here for a holiday we say it in passing.  This year as we rush from place to place and worry about all of the things we can't do, I want to remember to be thankful.  We are pulled in so many directions because we are loved. Our friends and family want to see us and reconnect with us.  I am thankful Kyle and I have jobs that allow us the flexibility to leave early enough to get to my sister's game.  I am thankful for the noise, laughter, and bickering, that I hear on Thanksgiving day.  I am thankful we have the means to shop for Christmas gifts.  I am thankful for the beauty we see as my parents search for the "perfect" tree.  I am thankful for my in-laws. They have always made me feel loved and welcomed.  I am thankful for my parents and my sister.  I am thankful for my mom's enthusiasm for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drive home I am thankful for the peace and quiet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-286420715642633350?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/286420715642633350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=286420715642633350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/286420715642633350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/286420715642633350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-8467573018911913255</id><published>2007-11-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:51:30.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend, Kyle and I and our friends Barb and Jim, spent the weekend in Chicago.  We stayed in Schaumburg but made a trip downtown on Saturday.  Friday afternoon we did some shopping, which along with playing cards was a big theme of our trip. Friday night we played Euker, a card came that I have played forever but we just taught Barb and Jim. Barb and Kyle were partners and Jim and I were partners.  I believe it is in the best interest of a marriage to make a point of NOT being partners while playing cards.  Of the three of them I am clearly the most conservative card player.  Jim and I lost on Friday but we had won the last time we played so no big deal. On Saturday Barb and Jim taught us how to play Spades.  O.K. to be honest they taught Kyle how to play spades.  Euker is easy.  I understand euker.  There are less cards in euker.  There is less addition in euker. Your partner doesn't have the opportunity to do some thing called going "blind nill".  Jim LOVES to go blind nill, which means he can't take a single trick for that hand and he decides this prior to looking at his cards.  Then it becomes his partner's job to "cover" him so he doesn't take any tricks.  Did I mention that I am a conservative card player?  The concept of blind nill makes me nauseous! In addition to that I had to deal with something called "bags" which are tricks you take above the amount you bid.  For example I bid 3 I take 4 that means we have one bag.  After you take a certian number of bags points are deducted from your score.  Oh wait, I can't forget that Jim gives me "signs" to try and let me know what he is going to do.  I sat across from him all Saturday night and never saw a single "sign".  He must have been trying to send them to telepathically.  I am a perceptive person but not that perceptive! So, let me recap.  I bid conservatively so I am likely to under bid. Some time in the beginning of the hand Jim sends me some "sign" that I don't pick up on.  Jim LOVES to go blind nill so course that is what he does. Now I HAVE to take any tricks I can to "cover" Jim.  In the mean time Barb is a Spades shark! She remembers every card that has been played in the entire hand.  I can't even remember which card on the table is the one I played. Then there is Kyle who "doesn't know how to play" yet always seems to come out smelling like a rose.  So Jim takes a trick and I take extra "bags".  Needless to say Jim and I got our butts kicked.  But, I'm not bitter or anything. I'd play again but I am not sure Jim would want me as his partner again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday morning we went down town to the Field Museum.  All of us really enjoyed it.  Well, all of us except Barb. After that we spent the day on Michigan Avenue shopping.  Everywhere we went was packed with people.  We stopped by the American Girl store so Barb could pick up some things for Christmas and I could not believe the amount of people.  It was absolutely crazy!  We had reservations for diner at the Weber Grill.  It was probably one of the best steaks I have ever had.  But, the best part of the day was that I got some awesome shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday we stopped at IKEA on our way out of town.  Jim and Barb had never been there.  I don't know why but Kyle and I love that store. We would drive up to Chicago just to make a trip to IKEA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This entry wouldn't be complete unless I thanked my parents for watching Jessi and Devin.  When we originally planed this get away all the kids had going on was one soccer game Saturday morning.  But by the time the weekend rolled around Devin's soccer team was playing in a tournament.  So there were 5 soccer games at two different places. We really appreciate you taking time off work to come and watch/haul the kids around.  Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where to next?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-8467573018911913255?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8467573018911913255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=8467573018911913255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8467573018911913255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8467573018911913255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-1631043706722778894</id><published>2007-10-30T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:35:42.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, what a weekend!!!  I needed to get back to work so I could rest! Friday we spent the night at home.  Even Jessi hung out with us.  All of the craziness started Saturday morning.  Jessi's softball team, The Flash, was in a tournament in St. Charles and Devin's NORCO soccer team was in a tournament past Our Lady of the Snows, in Ill.  Our Saturday went like this, volleyball, softball, soccer, and then Trunk or Treat.  Our Sunday went like this softball, soccer and more soccer.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydxFbI1KUI/AAAAAAAAASM/B69WNBSikys/s1600-h/P1050414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127191038782679362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydxFbI1KUI/AAAAAAAAASM/B69WNBSikys/s320/P1050414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Devin played his last volleyball game Saturday morning.  All of the boys showed a lot of improvement during the season.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydwlrI1KTI/AAAAAAAAASE/YnXbT6un2AY/s1600-h/P1050416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127190493321832754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydwlrI1KTI/AAAAAAAAASE/YnXbT6un2AY/s320/P1050416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really hope Devin plays again next year.  I know we are busy but I think it is good for him to do something other than soccer.  I also think his coach does a great job with the boys and she really knows volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydwPLI1KSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gicqVs8F2AU/s1600-h/P1050447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127190106774776098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydwPLI1KSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gicqVs8F2AU/s320/P1050447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Flash played in a tournament this weekend.  They started out well but struggled in the rest of their games.  They have a break until after Christmas.  I think their season may start in March.  I will miss softball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rydv1bI1KRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2py9GgR8Iu4/s1600-h/P1050469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127189664393144594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rydv1bI1KRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2py9GgR8Iu4/s320/P1050469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Devin and Andy at Trunk or Treat.  We had to rush from the soccer game to be there.  In case you can't tell, Devin is an escaped convict who got into a knife fight and Andy is Bobophet (I am sure I am spelling that wrong) from Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydvcrI1KQI/AAAAAAAAARs/skrhfscozhY/s1600-h/P1050471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127189239191382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydvcrI1KQI/AAAAAAAAARs/skrhfscozhY/s320/P1050471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kyle, Jim, and Kevin hang out while the kids race around the parking lot getting hyped up on sugar.  White Castles and candy can only lead to one thing......... an upset stomach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rydu_LI1KPI/AAAAAAAAARk/bRCpif2Szhg/s1600-h/P1050494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127188732385241330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rydu_LI1KPI/AAAAAAAAARk/bRCpif2Szhg/s320/P1050494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We missed the first game of the tournament.  NORCO tied 1 to 1.  We heard we should have won but that we struggled some. We won our next two games which sent us to the championship.  The boys have not always played consistently this season but they played well every game after the first.  Here Devin is taking a full back kick.  Our defense was great all weekend.  Though, I may be a little bias since my son plays fullback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyduiLI1KOI/AAAAAAAAARc/nNlGSncW-yU/s1600-h/P1050518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127188234169034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyduiLI1KOI/AAAAAAAAARc/nNlGSncW-yU/s320/P1050518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Devin definitely didn't feel 100% during the weekend.  He can't seem to shake his cough.  But he played very well.  This is one of his many corner kicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyduIbI1KNI/AAAAAAAAARU/pyFEvnQ4W50/s1600-h/P1050558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127187791787403474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyduIbI1KNI/AAAAAAAAARU/pyFEvnQ4W50/s320/P1050558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here are the BFC 2007 tournament champs! The boys were so proud of themselves.  During the championship game the opposing team's fans and coach were warned by the officials that they were going to be thrown out of the tournament if they didn't change their behavior.  The officials did a great job of calling the game. Probably the best officials we have ever had.  Our boys were physical but we were called for the fouls.  So I am not sure why their fans were upset.  They were encouraging their boys to hurt our players.  One of their players ended up getting a yellow card for shoving one of our players after a play.  In the Missouri soccer leagues the games are much more physical than what we saw over the weekend. Anyway, through it all the NORCO players, coaches, and fans were positive and good sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rydtu7I1KMI/AAAAAAAAARM/p7yVULEhvbU/s1600-h/P1050563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127187353700739266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rydtu7I1KMI/AAAAAAAAARM/p7yVULEhvbU/s320/P1050563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In the end, you can count on boys to be boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-1631043706722778894?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1631043706722778894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=1631043706722778894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1631043706722778894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1631043706722778894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RydxFbI1KUI/AAAAAAAAASM/B69WNBSikys/s72-c/P1050414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-8876319851283815917</id><published>2007-10-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:55:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Websites</title><content type='html'>I posted two new web sites this morning.  My friend Juliette told me about The Fly Lady web site a long time ago.  I really like it.  It truly helps me keep my house in better shape.  Not always "company ready" but not out of control either.  Some days I do better than others but it does help me to view all of the things I need/want to do in more manageable chunks.  The Missus Smartypants Web site is fairly new to me.  I really love it!  I cleaned out my entire closet. Well, except for my shoes. Those of you who really know and love me, know about my love affair with heels.  Anyway, I like everything in my closet and feel better in what I wear.  The list of necessities that every woman should own is  great.  I do not have everything on the list but I am working on it! Both of these web sites go along with my philosophy, "If I/we don't love it I don't want it in our house".  My mom teases me about that all of the time. But think about it.  Your home is where you should feel safe, loved and comfortable. It should be a place that nurtures your spirit, your family and your friends.  Why would you want to keep things that don't hold happy memories? Why keep something that doesn't bring you joy?  The things in your house are just that, things.  If what ever it is doesn't bless your house give it to someone whose home it will bless!  Happy cleaning/decluttering and shopping everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-8876319851283815917?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8876319851283815917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=8876319851283815917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8876319851283815917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8876319851283815917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-websites.html' title='New Websites'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7036606552020534096</id><published>2007-10-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:55:07.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night was Rosati's sports banquet for softball.  It was a very nice evening.  I think 6 out of the 12 ladies on the team are Seniors.  There was lots of hugging and some tears during the presentations. One parent took pictures at every game during the year.  She put together a CD and gave each player a copy.  Another parent put together a booklet with each players over all stats for the year and their stats for each game.  I can not say enough how great the ladies on the Rosati softball team are.  Kyle and I are already looking forward to next year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDiQLI1KLI/AAAAAAAAARE/_yKjOPeF8xw/s1600-h/PA240645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125345143443237042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDiQLI1KLI/AAAAAAAAARE/_yKjOPeF8xw/s320/PA240645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Rosati: 2007 Softball District champs.  It is odd to see the team dressed up with their hair done and no dirt on their clothes. Each of these young women is smart, athletic, and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDh2bI1KKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J_OcZLL7qzg/s1600-h/PA240647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125344701061605538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDh2bI1KKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/J_OcZLL7qzg/s320/PA240647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mary drove Jessi and Julie home from softball practice.  They still ride home with her now that softball is done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDhiLI1KJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LSf3kcpy41A/s1600-h/PA240649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125344353169254546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDhiLI1KJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/LSf3kcpy41A/s320/PA240649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jessi and Julie, the two sophomores on the team.  They had a great year and loved being a part of the varsity team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDhJLI1KII/AAAAAAAAAQs/8KQTCMAMygQ/s1600-h/PA240652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125343923672524930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDhJLI1KII/AAAAAAAAAQs/8KQTCMAMygQ/s320/PA240652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Julie, Erin, and Jessi.  Erin is the starting pitcher for the softball team.  She is a junior so she will be back again next year.  Jessi occasionally goes with Erin to her pitching lessons and catches for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDgsbI1KHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OQwnbPbw14A/s1600-h/PA240656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125343429751285874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDgsbI1KHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/OQwnbPbw14A/s320/PA240656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Kate drove Jessi to most of the softball games.  She played first base.  She is a senior this and I know Jessi will really miss her next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7036606552020534096?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7036606552020534096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7036606552020534096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7036606552020534096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7036606552020534096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/10/softball-banquet.html' title='Softball Banquet'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RyDiQLI1KLI/AAAAAAAAARE/_yKjOPeF8xw/s72-c/PA240645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-8178166725741757565</id><published>2007-10-11T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:25:35.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of A Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, Rosati lost last night.  I think the score was a whole lot to nothing.  Jessi made a great catch in center field.  There were no tears after the game.  I am pretty sure the girls had decided they were going to lose before the game started.  Anyway, if you are a softball fan there is no need to worry because Jessi is going to play on a "year round" softball team, The Flash.  (Kind of appropriate considering her speed.)  We wouldn't want to have to much free time on our hands! She has decided not to play basketball for Rosati so she will have time to get ready for track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Devin's volleyball season ends in October but his outdoor soccer season goes into November.  Devin has been playing great this season! I wish I could say that once soccer is done our winter will be less crazy but I know better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-8178166725741757565?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8178166725741757565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=8178166725741757565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8178166725741757565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8178166725741757565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-season.html' title='End Of A Season'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7508578262899575019</id><published>2007-10-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:34:43.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>District Champs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rosati won their Softball District Championship this past Saturday.  They played Trinity and won in 7 innings 4 to 3.  Each of the last two times we played them we went to 10 innings. We lost the first game and won the second. This is the second year in a row Rosati has won districts.  The Sectional Championship game is this Wednesday.  Rosati will be playing St. Dominic who hasn't lost a game all season.  We played them twice. It would be a huge upset for Rosati to win but anything is possible.  These pictures are a little washed out because it was a really sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu4n1HGfcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sDdbvaOH6D0/s1600-h/P1050242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388395847974338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu4n1HGfcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sDdbvaOH6D0/s320/P1050242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi made a fantastic catch early in the game.&lt;br /&gt;She plays left field and she caught the ball in short center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu4RFHGfbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aYR5w2Bu7AM/s1600-h/P1050243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119388005005950386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu4RFHGfbI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aYR5w2Bu7AM/s320/P1050243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; was holding my breath the whole time she was running&lt;br /&gt;towards the ball. I was concerned she'd lose the ball in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But, no worries! It was very dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu35lHGfaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fMbq6rsph8U/s1600-h/P1050283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119387601279024546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu35lHGfaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fMbq6rsph8U/s320/P1050283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Jessi scored Rosati's first run of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu3i1HGfZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EcOA9OTqYJw/s1600-h/P1050394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119387210437000594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu3i1HGfZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/EcOA9OTqYJw/s320/P1050394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2007 District Champs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Two years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5649396264486547685-7508578262899575019?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7508578262899575019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7508578262899575019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7508578262899575019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7508578262899575019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/10/district-champs.html' title='District Champs!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rwu4n1HGfcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sDdbvaOH6D0/s72-c/P1050242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-8875668530670928332</id><published>2007-10-04T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T07:13:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball and Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rosati plays their first softball game in the district tournament tomorrow, Friday afternoon.  If they win they play for the district championship Saturday morning.  Rosati won districts last year and I know they really hope to repeat again this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi went to Homecoming last weekend.  A bunch of girls met up for diner before the dance.  Jessi went bowling and spent the night at a friends house afterwards.  She was really tired the day afterwards.  I doubt she got much sleep.  All things considered she had a good time and she looked beautiful as always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTti1HGfYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EbtQsO4IaK4/s1600-h/P9110368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117476259227925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTti1HGfYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EbtQsO4IaK4/s320/P9110368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi playing left field with her game face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTtUVHGfXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lhi-hxc5i9M/s1600-h/P9130379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117476010119822706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTtUVHGfXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lhi-hxc5i9M/s320/P9130379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi has struggled some this year with her hitting but has managed to steel quite a few bases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTtBlHGfWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lzCN6DC0whE/s1600-h/P9270430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117475687997275490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTtBlHGfWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lzCN6DC0whE/s320/P9270430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The seniors were honored at the last home game.  Kate drove Jessi to most of the games this year. I know Jessi is going to miss her next year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTsv1HGfVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7Qy05J37PnA/s1600-h/P9270435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117475383054597458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTsv1HGfVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7Qy05J37PnA/s320/P9270435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am not sure how it started but there was a frosting fight.  This picture doesn't really show how truly messy Jessi and Julie were.  Some of the seniors were even worse!  I am glad they didn't ride home in my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTsg1HGfUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jvXo0RrhWWE/s1600-h/P9290437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117475125356559682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTsg1HGfUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jvXo0RrhWWE/s320/P9290437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi and Marissa before Homecoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTsUVHGfTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/z4kfLoTM3yo/s1600-h/P9290453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117474910608194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTsUVHGfTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/z4kfLoTM3yo/s320/P9290453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessi and Julie.  They clean up pretty nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Refer to the frosting picture above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTr_FHGfSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rO8--8oSGCk/s1600-h/P9290464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117474545535974690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTr_FHGfSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rO8--8oSGCk/s320/P9290464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It took me a minute to figure out who the beautiful girl in the middle is.  She is Erin, Rosati's pitcher.  I usually only see her with her hair up in a pony tail and a mouth guard on so I didn't recognize her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-8875668530670928332?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8875668530670928332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=8875668530670928332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8875668530670928332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8875668530670928332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/10/softball-and-homecoming.html' title='Softball and Homecoming'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RwTti1HGfYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EbtQsO4IaK4/s72-c/P9110368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2184641573919150206</id><published>2007-09-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:33:26.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of September already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;September has just flown by! We are already through half of the first quarter of school! Devin brings home his progress report today. I am sure it will be great. Jessi tells me she has all "A's" and "B's". Rosati only sends home mid term reports if you are struggling in a class.  Rosati's homecoming is this weekend. Jessi had been planing on taking Zach but he is no longer in the picture. I will post pictures of the dance next week. Kyle and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary this past weekend. We spent a romantic day watching soccer games. Not exactly our first choice but we are going to make up for it by getting away for a weekend in November. We had planed on going to Memphis but all of the hotels are booked. If anyone has any other suggestions of places to go for a weekend getaway let me know. I added a link to my blog. It is to the St. Louis Post Dispatch prep sports section. If you select softball you can check out how Rosati is doing overall and see how Jessi is doing individually. I'll warn you though, Jessi's coach is slow to post his updated stats. This annoys my father very much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2184641573919150206?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2184641573919150206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2184641573919150206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2184641573919150206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2184641573919150206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-of-september-already.html' title='End of September already?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-296841270274764446</id><published>2007-09-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:24:33.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessi and Zach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Last weekend Jessi went to see Zach run in a cross county meet. I had planned on dropping her off and picking her up later but I ended up sticking around. NO! I was not being over protective! This was Zach's third meet. He runs Varsity for Desmet High School. I think I heard him say that he cut 30 seconds off his time. Maybe he ran extra fast to impress Jessi? ;&gt;) Anyway, Zach's dad has a really nice camera and took some pictures while we were there. Here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEuxo0RgmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4z9Laxp5oj4/s1600-h/DSC_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111918482347360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEuxo0RgmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4z9Laxp5oj4/s320/DSC_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; People tell Jessi and I all the time that we look alike but I don't really notice it until I see a picture like this.  I am SURE people probably mistook me as her sister! :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEuZo0RglI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KmVqPyZ-D4s/s1600-h/DSC_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111918070030500434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEuZo0RglI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KmVqPyZ-D4s/s320/DSC_1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Jessi and Zach.  Zach had already ran his 3.2 miles.  I would still be in the back of the ambulance if it was me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEt9o0RgkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JfLARc6q92M/s1600-h/DSC_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111917588994163266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEt9o0RgkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JfLARc6q92M/s320/DSC_1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jessi can not imagine why anyone would run distance.  She is impressed that Zach runs 9 miles or so everyday.  She thinks he is crazy but impressed none the less.  Zach tells his friends how fast Jessi is.  They sometimes mention it to her and she finds it a little awkward and isn't really sure what to say.  &lt;/span&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/5649396264486547685-296841270274764446?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/296841270274764446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=296841270274764446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/296841270274764446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/296841270274764446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/09/jessi-and-zach.html' title='Jessi and Zach'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RvEuxo0RgmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4z9Laxp5oj4/s72-c/DSC_1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7687125392319337859</id><published>2007-09-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:34:19.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Jessi......Kyle and I went to Open House at Rosati last Wednesday night.  We followed an abbreviated version of Jessi's schedule.  It was very nice to meet her teachers and get a feel for her classes.  As we walked through the halls and sat in the classrooms I was again reassured that Rosati is where Jessi is suppose to be.  She is doing great on the varsity softball team.  She plays Left Field in every game.  She is the lead off batter and gets on base more often than not.  They put her in the line up first because they don't want any one on the bases in front of her to slow her down.  (At least that is what her proud parents think!)  She has only been thrown out once or twice this year stealing. She is pretty certain that she isn't going to play basketball this year.  It is hard for me to think about not watching her play.  She says she wants to concentrate on track. Homecoming is coming up this month. Jessi has asked her boyfriend, Zach to go with her.  He runs cross country for Desmet and has an out of town meet that day so it will be a rushed day for him to get back in time. I sometimes have a hard time thinking of her as nearly 16.  I am very proud of her. It seems like we have fewer and fewer moments with her.  I don't know what she'll do as an adult but I have always felt in my heart that she will do something great with her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Devin.......This weekend was a typical weekend for us, a little soccer, a little volleyball and a little more soccer.  There were wins all around.  Devin had a rough soccer game on Saturday.  The game got pretty physical and Devin was called for a couple of penalties, which he deserved.  That is not to say that the other team was innocent in the matter.  But, we always tell our kids we do not care what someone else does or says we care what they do and say. Each of us is responsible for our own actions.  Devin played great and made a perfect penalty shot but after the game it was the fact that he lost his temper that Kyle talked to him about. On Sunday Devin had another soccer game. He was pushed around and leaned on quite a bit.  But he kept his cool.  I am not saying that Devin didn't do some leaning back but because he didn't loose his temper he was able to continue to play and dominate the middle of the field. He scored on another beautiful penalty shot. Kyle and I were so proud of him not because he scored or because his team won the game but because he showed good sportsmanship even when those around him might not have.  This week there is standardized testing at school.  I am certain Devin will do well.  He has his daddy's brains! Besides his mom's no slouch either. Progress reports are coming home at the end of this month.  I am looking forward to seeing how well he is doing in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-7687125392319337859?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7687125392319337859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7687125392319337859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7687125392319337859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7687125392319337859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/09/proud-parents.html' title='Proud Parents'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-1882357888694869951</id><published>2007-09-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:26:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washers, Volleyball and Back to the 80's</title><content type='html'>On Labor day a group of us met for our 2nd annual Washers Tournament. It was very hot but we persevered until one of the Mattioni boys suffered a football injury. With as many boys as there were it was only a matter of time before someone got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVzmxbaxBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Iq2Horz_KaU/s1600-h/P9030322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108616462262256658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVzmxbaxBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Iq2Horz_KaU/s320/P9030322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What more fun can a group of boys have than playing dodge ball in the sand?&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVzVxbaxAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HFrEO4VoLdo/s1600-h/P9030323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108616170204480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVzVxbaxAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HFrEO4VoLdo/s320/P9030323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't anyone have any girls? There is Jessi (15 years) and there is Faith (6 months) between the two of them there is ALL BOYS! No wonder Jessi didn't have any interest in coming with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxyxbaw_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/q9UFTALbf3Q/s1600-h/P9030332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108614469397431282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxyxbaw_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/q9UFTALbf3Q/s320/P9030332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nancy and Tim were partners and Barb and Jim were partners. Barb and Jim won this year. But we'll be gunnin for them next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxhhbaw-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/n0XQkwzHxUU/s1600-h/P9030329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108614173044687842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxhhbaw-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/n0XQkwzHxUU/s320/P9030329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg was stuck with me and Diane suffered with Kyle. Kyle and I are starting to catch on to the game so watch out next year. Actually Greg and I didn't do to bad. I even got a few "in the pipe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxRBbaw9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/l5oEYHojc1o/s1600-h/P9080337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108613889576846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxRBbaw9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/l5oEYHojc1o/s320/P9080337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and dad came in town over the weekend to see Jessi play in a softball tournament, which was canceled. They also came to see Devin's NORCO soccer team play which was also canceled. They did get to see him play volleyball. My dad said the quality of play was much better than he expected. I guess that is a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxCBbaw8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/VhruE8P_70c/s1600-h/P9080335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108613631878808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVxCBbaw8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/VhruE8P_70c/s320/P9080335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin returns a serve. The boys had several volleys back and forth and do a pretty good job of playing their position. I don't know if you are aware but the best part of volleyball is that you (the player) get to slide on the floor with knee pads. I would say that 75% of the plays seem to require a 10 year boy to slide from one end of the court to the other in a dramatic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVwwxbaw7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hfbz_gpTC9o/s1600-h/P9080340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108613335526065074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVwwxbaw7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/hfbz_gpTC9o/s320/P9080340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, on Saturday we had tickets to see 38 Special, Kansas, and REO play at River port. It was very wet to begin with so we came prepared with tarps, umbrellas and ponchos. It rained on us and things were very muddy. Most of us stuck it out to the end. I guess we'll do anything to relive our "glory days". Barb and Jim attempt to stay dry during the rain. I think they had the most elaborate umbrella and tarp tent ever constructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVwfhbaw6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/OJA_wAivyGk/s1600-h/P9080344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108613039173321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVwfhbaw6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/OJA_wAivyGk/s320/P9080344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny came prepared with his hunting pants. Which, we made fun of until the end of the evening and he was the only one with dry pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVwMxbaw5I/AAAAAAAAANs/ydEQh8R-plw/s1600-h/P9080343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108612717050774418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVwMxbaw5I/AAAAAAAAANs/ydEQh8R-plw/s320/P9080343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patty, Juan, Juan's brother Ulysses, Tim and Laura relax during a break from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVv0xbaw4I/AAAAAAAAANk/XE9P8w9aJh0/s1600-h/P9080347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108612304733913986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVv0xbaw4I/AAAAAAAAANk/XE9P8w9aJh0/s320/P9080347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am fairly certain Kyle and I were soaked more than anyone else. Also my jeans and shoes were covered in mud. Don't tell Kyle I said this but wearing my heeled wedges was probably not the smartest choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVvkBbaw3I/AAAAAAAAANc/G3scrM027VA/s1600-h/P9080352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108612016971105138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVvkBbaw3I/AAAAAAAAANc/G3scrM027VA/s320/P9080352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly, Juliette, Sue and Rob came after the rain had stoped. Clearly they are not as dedicated as the rest of us! (Or maybe they are smarter the rest of us? I am not sure which.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVvMxbaw2I/AAAAAAAAANU/UFR4qRKSc1U/s1600-h/P9080356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108611617539146594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVvMxbaw2I/AAAAAAAAANU/UFR4qRKSc1U/s320/P9080356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us enjoyed the concert. I thought all the bands sounded pretty good. Kyle thought the singer for Kansas wasn't as good as he remembered but that the music was great. They didn't play some of their more well known songs which annoyed some of us (Jim!). REO played all of their popular songs. They also played several songs off their new album which I could have done with out but I guess you gotta plug your work when you can. Also to quote Kelly, there needed to be "Less Talkin and More Rockin". I am amazed how much older all the bands looked. How could they have aged so much and we didn't age at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-1882357888694869951?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1882357888694869951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=1882357888694869951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1882357888694869951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1882357888694869951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/09/washers-volleyball-and-back-to-80s.html' title='Washers, Volleyball and Back to the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RuVzmxbaxBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Iq2Horz_KaU/s72-c/P9030322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6890343591916517843</id><published>2007-08-31T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:55:24.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I know it has beem a long time since I updated my blog so here are some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg3NRbaw1I/AAAAAAAAANM/xdV4zpvWKoc/s1600-h/P8220280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104890878780687186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg3NRbaw1I/AAAAAAAAANM/xdV4zpvWKoc/s320/P8220280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me on my 40th birthday.  Kelly, Juliette and Kelvin came over for a dinner at home.  We had roast potatoes and carrots.  I was wonderful not to have any running around to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg27Bbaw0I/AAAAAAAAANE/oiHjeLhHutg/s1600-h/P8220275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104890565248074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg27Bbaw0I/AAAAAAAAANE/oiHjeLhHutg/s320/P8220275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Devin on his first day of school.  He is Mrs.  Tesson's 4th grade class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg2lxbawzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kNhf6mxkFg0/s1600-h/P8220270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104890200175854386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg2lxbawzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kNhf6mxkFg0/s320/P8220270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jessi on her first day of school.  She is a sophomore this year.  Every day she carries her softball bag and her backpack to school.  A few other of the other girls in her carpool also play softball.  I imagine the Senior's car who takes her to school is packed with stuff every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104889177973637922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg1qRbawyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SRdpHGwDbeo/s320/P8110282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Devin at Happy Joe's celebrating his 10th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg1TRbawxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3hu-4ReoBhQ/s1600-h/P8110289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104888782836646674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg1TRbawxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3hu-4ReoBhQ/s320/P8110289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Jessi and Kelsie at Happy Joe's.  What princesses they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5649396264486547685-6890343591916517843?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6890343591916517843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=6890343591916517843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6890343591916517843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6890343591916517843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rtg3NRbaw1I/AAAAAAAAANM/xdV4zpvWKoc/s72-c/P8220280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-306349055791997425</id><published>2007-08-16T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:02:47.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the "Routine"</title><content type='html'>No pictures but I didn't want to go to long with out an update. (It makes my sister-in-law cranky. ;&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I am back from seeing my sister and my new nephew. Devin and I had an uneventful trip home. He slept about half the way. I guess his cousin, Dylan wore him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin turned 10 last week. We had a small celebration with Family at Happy Joe's. My mom and dad drove down, Sheri, Kenny and the kids joined us and of course our adopted family, Kelly, Juliette and Kelvin were there. I'll try and post some pictures soon. His birthday is dragging on and on! Every time I turn around someone is giving him a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi made the varsity softball team at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosati&lt;/span&gt;. She is excited but a little nervous. They have been practicing early in the morning in an attempt to avoid the heat. She is pretty sure that she will be playing center field. She was mentioned in the journal for those of you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STL&lt;/span&gt;. Her first game is August 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the kids start school on August 22. So they have less than a week of freedom. Jessi says she is ready to see all of her friends again but could do without the "learning part". Should I mention to her that Kyle and I pay a lot of money for the "learning part"! Devin is ready to start school. I can hardly believe he is in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade! He will be a busy boy with 2 soccer teams and playing volleyball. I think who ever signed him up for all that must be crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be someone out there who doesn't know that I am saying goodbye to my 30's next week. Kyle has been 40 for a couple of months and he seems to be surviving so I know there is hope! Just kidding! I feel better and I am happier than I have ever been so HELLO 40!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-306349055791997425?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/306349055791997425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=306349055791997425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/306349055791997425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/306349055791997425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-routine.html' title='Back to the &quot;Routine&quot;'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2626312720775783925</id><published>2007-08-13T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:37:22.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Drew!</title><content type='html'>My sister and her husband Darren were blessed with a beautiful baby boy this afternoon.  Drew Jacob was born at 12:30.  He weighed 7.79 pounds and was about 20 inches long.  Jackie and Drew are doing well.  I think Jackie looks great.  Devin and I went with my parents to introduce Dylan to his baby brother. Dylan was very excited about seeing his mom and dad.  He was less impressed with Drew.  Dylan is 18 months old so Jackie and Darren are going to have their hands full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEEDSaB4sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Np_1ruNMaG8/s1600-h/P8130306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098360707687244482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEEDSaB4sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Np_1ruNMaG8/s320/P8130306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud papa shows off Drew to us onlookers.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEDOiaB4rI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jg0ehAQ5ce0/s1600-h/P8130309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098359801449145010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEDOiaB4rI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jg0ehAQ5ce0/s320/P8130309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my new nephew.  I am sooo happy for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and sooo happy it isn't me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsECgSaB4qI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qE_Qb6So-vw/s1600-h/P8130312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098359006880195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsECgSaB4qI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qE_Qb6So-vw/s320/P8130312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin holds his newest cousin.  He was a little nervous at first but he did a very good job.  Devin would much rather entertain Dylan and he does a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEB0CaB4pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LdQ21vPIqQ4/s1600-h/P8130314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098358246670983826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEB0CaB4pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LdQ21vPIqQ4/s320/P8130314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin would much rather help with Dylan and he does a great job at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEBLCaB4oI/AAAAAAAAAME/e9halHGqoVc/s1600-h/P8130317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098357542296347266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEBLCaB4oI/AAAAAAAAAME/e9halHGqoVc/s320/P8130317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEAWSaB4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DYxT8W6yNUs/s1600-h/P8130316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098356636058247794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEAWSaB4nI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DYxT8W6yNUs/s320/P8130316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma introduces Dylan to his baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5649396264486547685-2626312720775783925?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2626312720775783925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2626312720775783925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2626312720775783925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2626312720775783925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-drew.html' title='Welcome Drew!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsEEDSaB4sI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Np_1ruNMaG8/s72-c/P8130306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3588523407556697062</id><published>2007-08-13T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:19:05.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to see the new baby</title><content type='html'>Devin and I came to the QC to be with my sister when she has her baby. We got here Sunday night. It was a tiring drive for me. Devin sat up front to keep me company. Jackie, Darren and Dylan dropped by for supper. Dylan LOVES Devin! They had a great time together. Oh and we can't forget about Digger, Darren's bulldog, who has been staying with my mom and dad while Jackie and Darren try to sell their house. Be sure to check back soon for pictures of the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBX_yaB4mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IlNHuQx6ZbM/s1600-h/P8120297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098171531557724770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBX_yaB4mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IlNHuQx6ZbM/s320/P8120297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this the most adorable dog you have ever seen? HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBXQSaB4lI/AAAAAAAAALs/Mo9v-TcvJu8/s1600-h/P8120293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098170715513938514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBXQSaB4lI/AAAAAAAAALs/Mo9v-TcvJu8/s320/P8120293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan loves Thomas the Tank Engine. He sat with Devin and "showed" him all the trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBWUSaB4kI/AAAAAAAAALk/bi2DrBSP33I/s1600-h/P8120291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098169684721787458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBWUSaB4kI/AAAAAAAAALk/bi2DrBSP33I/s320/P8120291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin and Dylan playing with Dylan's Thomas the Tank Engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-3588523407556697062?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3588523407556697062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3588523407556697062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3588523407556697062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3588523407556697062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-see-new-baby.html' title='Trip to see the new baby'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RsBX_yaB4mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IlNHuQx6ZbM/s72-c/P8120297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-99208025757889100</id><published>2007-07-25T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:08:25.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday in DC</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days of our vacation we had trouble with our Internet. Now we are home and back into some sort of routine. Here is what we did on Monday. Monday we started at the Library of Congress. We took the tour and it was great. It is a beautiful place. We also went to "The Spy Museum". It was pretty interesting. First thing you have to do is quickly memorize a "spy cover" through out the museum you answer questions about your identity. If you answer correctly you get another assignment if not they suggest you find another line of work. Kyle and Jessi did great. Devin did better than me, I didn't do so great. Afterwards we went to the National Archives to see the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights and The Constitution. It was very busy but we enjoyed it especially since we had just watched the movie "National Treasure" again. The best part of the day was seeing my Uncle Phil. He is in the House of Representatives. He gave us a personal tour of the Capital and the kids got to go on to the House floor. I truly enjoyed watching him work. It was the high light of our trip. Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-4N5rTzI/AAAAAAAAALc/dAqTSdoHDIw/s1600-h/P7160067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091318145523339058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-4N5rTzI/AAAAAAAAALc/dAqTSdoHDIw/s320/P7160067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ceiling of main hall of The Library of Congress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-qN5rTyI/AAAAAAAAALU/AhLbyeDCG5w/s1600-h/P7160072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091317905005170466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-qN5rTyI/AAAAAAAAALU/AhLbyeDCG5w/s320/P7160072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had the signs of the Zodiac on the floor of the Library of Congress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devin standing by his Zodiac sign Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-bd5rTxI/AAAAAAAAALM/v60r1vWaroc/s1600-h/P7160074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091317651602099986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-bd5rTxI/AAAAAAAAALM/v60r1vWaroc/s320/P7160074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi by her Zodiac sign, Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-IN5rTwI/AAAAAAAAALE/qYcNw_I8Yes/s1600-h/P7160090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091317320889618178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-IN5rTwI/AAAAAAAAALE/qYcNw_I8Yes/s320/P7160090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Declaration&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;. It was very impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was struck by how faded the document was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf9v95rTvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/44wRlJTpU8U/s1600-h/P7160105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091316904277790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf9v95rTvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/44wRlJTpU8U/s320/P7160105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Old Senate. It is a beautiful room. You can feel the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf9ft5rTuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dMydATrGMB4/s1600-h/P7160109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091316625104916194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf9ft5rTuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dMydATrGMB4/s320/P7160109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessi, Devin, and Uncle Phil. Each state has two statues in the Capital building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the statues from Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so heavy that is can not be moved because it will fall the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf9N95rTtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n0UE4qE1EOc/s1600-h/P7160110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091316320162238162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf9N95rTtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/n0UE4qE1EOc/s320/P7160110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle, Uncle Phil and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-99208025757889100?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/99208025757889100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=99208025757889100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/99208025757889100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/99208025757889100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-in-dc.html' title='Monday in DC'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rqf-4N5rTzI/AAAAAAAAALc/dAqTSdoHDIw/s72-c/P7160067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2350468436431303526</id><published>2007-07-15T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:36:47.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 in DC</title><content type='html'>Day 2 in DC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very long day.  We were at the Metro station before 8:00am.  I had heard that to get the timed entrance tickets for the Washington Monument we should be in line before 8:30.  When we got their a little after 8:00 there already was a line.  But getting there early enabled us to pick our time.  We also saw the WWII Monument, the WWI Monument, the Korean Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, the Vietnam Memorial, the Jefferson Memorial, and the Franklin D Rosevely Monument. The most moving thing we visited was the Holocaust Museum.  It was very emotional and very well presented.  If you are ever in DC it is a definite must see.  Enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprSC44yK2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ofKS7aXcp_s/s1600-h/P7150079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087609676140522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprSC44yK2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ofKS7aXcp_s/s320/P7150079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us at the WWII Monument.  It was a very peaceful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprR5I4yK1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HUExjXyI7Z4/s1600-h/P7150076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087609508636797778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprR5I4yK1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HUExjXyI7Z4/s320/P7150076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at this monument early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt; the small amount of other visitors enabled us to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the monument with quiet reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRr44yK0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-u7x3WSEk3s/s1600-h/P7150083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087609281003531074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRr44yK0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-u7x3WSEk3s/s320/P7150083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The WWI Monument. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It not near as grand in scale but the belief by the people&lt;br /&gt;of the United States that it would be the last great war made it powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRhI4yKzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LHwKypRMsD4/s1600-h/P7150093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087609096319937330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRhI4yKzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LHwKypRMsD4/s320/P7150093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This panel of the Korean Monument was created by the artist&lt;br /&gt;from pictures that were sent to him of actual soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRVY4yKyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9D3CIGF750w/s1600-h/P7150085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087608894456474402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRVY4yKyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9D3CIGF750w/s320/P7150085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As visitors walk to the reflecting pool of the Korean Monument they pass&lt;br /&gt;these soldiers making their way in the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRGI4yKxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6iDJX1JO_aI/s1600-h/P7150099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087608632463469330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprRGI4yKxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6iDJX1JO_aI/s320/P7150099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lincoln Memorial was packed with people.  There were signs&lt;br /&gt;posted asking people to respect the monument by being quiet.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the loudest places we visited and parents were&lt;br /&gt;letting their kids run wild.  It was about this time that&lt;br /&gt;I was getting tired of all of the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQ144yKwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qIr8DtZsF3Q/s1600-h/P7150102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087608353290595074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQ144yKwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qIr8DtZsF3Q/s320/P7150102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Vietnam Memorial was also crowded but the majority&lt;br /&gt;of the visitors were looking for those they loved.  Even those&lt;br /&gt;who had not lost loved ones in Vietnam, like Kyle and I, were&lt;br /&gt;incredibly moved not only by the monument&lt;br /&gt;but also the intense emotion from those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQqo4yKvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QAwe_KbRbBA/s1600-h/P7150120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087608160017066738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQqo4yKvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QAwe_KbRbBA/s320/P7150120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the Capital from the Washington Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQgI4yKuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q9vXzSCeAnw/s1600-h/P7150113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087607979628440290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQgI4yKuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q9vXzSCeAnw/s320/P7150113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi texting in the Washington Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQRo4yKtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0NkQmEel5uY/s1600-h/P7150135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087607730520337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQRo4yKtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0NkQmEel5uY/s320/P7150135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi texting at the Jefferson Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQG44yKsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IPrIzN54tmw/s1600-h/P7150128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087607545836743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprQG44yKsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/IPrIzN54tmw/s320/P7150128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked a long way to this monument because&lt;br /&gt;it is out of the way but it's location also meant&lt;br /&gt;that fewer people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprP244yKrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nHi0oX4LDgw/s1600-h/P7150147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087607270958836402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprP244yKrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nHi0oX4LDgw/s320/P7150147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The FDR Monument was definitely worth the long walk.&lt;br /&gt; We felt it was the best presidential monument that&lt;br /&gt;we visited.  It takes you through four "outdoor" rooms&lt;br /&gt;each one representing a term of his presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprPrI4yKqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3Gec9kBa2BQ/s1600-h/P7150142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087607069095373474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprPrI4yKqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3Gec9kBa2BQ/s320/P7150142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle and I at the FDR Monument.  This is a must see if you visit DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprPZI4yKpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/z9atjn9N3IA/s1600-h/P7150159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087606759857728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprPZI4yKpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/z9atjn9N3IA/s320/P7150159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not a DC monument but we had never seen an albino squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5649396264486547685-2350468436431303526?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2350468436431303526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2350468436431303526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2350468436431303526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2350468436431303526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-2-in-dc.html' title='Day 2 in DC'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RprSC44yK2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ofKS7aXcp_s/s72-c/P7150079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-500410330172976001</id><published>2007-07-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:42:01.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 in DC</title><content type='html'>Washington Day 2: On our first full day in Washington we went to the Smithsonian Castle. It is an impressive building and shows the different exhibits that can be found at all of the Smithsonian Museum. I was very interested in seeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hirshhom&lt;/span&gt; Sculpture Museum. I really enjoyed the outdoor sculpture garden and the Wish Tree. Visitors are invited to write a wish and hang it on the tree. When the tree is full the wishes are going to be sent to the artist who is going to create a display of wishes from several countries. After that we went to the Air and Space Museum. It is a huge place and we could have spent days there. The American History Museum is being renovated. During the renovations the exhibits are being shown at the Air and Space Museum. I would have loved being able to see the whole museum but the exhibits that they had were really great. The kids could relate too many of the objects. They had the original Star Wars R2D2 and C3PO. The also had Lincoln’s hat and the counter from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woolworth's&lt;/span&gt; were African Americans participated in a sit in to protest segregation. Enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplsDo4yKoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4GJ3nWIFbLA/s1600-h/P7140077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087216063862680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplsDo4yKoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4GJ3nWIFbLA/s320/P7140077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sculpture Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplrgY4yKmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eGQYvSjIteA/s1600-h/P7140082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087215458272291426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplrgY4yKmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eGQYvSjIteA/s320/P7140082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wishing Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplrUo4yKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wntb8Wvi0uI/s1600-h/P7140099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087215256408828498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplrUo4yKlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wntb8Wvi0uI/s320/P7140099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunar Module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplq744yKkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QjeWNCS7I5U/s1600-h/P7140087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087214831207066178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplq744yKkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QjeWNCS7I5U/s320/P7140087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi landing a jet on an aircraft carrier with a simulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplqto4yKjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XD3tvX9lus/s1600-h/P7140103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087214586393930290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplqto4yKjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6XD3tvX9lus/s320/P7140103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R2D2 and C3PO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplqjo4yKiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TVsXxXy5JM8/s1600-h/P7140100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087214414595238434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplqjo4yKiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TVsXxXy5JM8/s320/P7140100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarecrow and ruby slippers from the Wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplqCo4yKhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XXgxjaCmmYA/s1600-h/P7140125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087213847659555346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplqCo4yKhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XXgxjaCmmYA/s320/P7140125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; in front of a giant sloth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;skeleton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplphI4yKgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/moQ8aehZhVo/s1600-h/P7140114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087213272133937666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplphI4yKgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/moQ8aehZhVo/s320/P7140114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplpXI4yKfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uOQfGBXF8c4/s1600-h/P7140132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087213100335245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplpXI4yKfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uOQfGBXF8c4/s320/P7140132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Washington Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-500410330172976001?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/500410330172976001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=500410330172976001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/500410330172976001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/500410330172976001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-1-in-dc.html' title='Day 1 in DC'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplsDo4yKoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4GJ3nWIFbLA/s72-c/P7140077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7069448736088936744</id><published>2007-07-14T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:23:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic into NY to Liberty Island was packed the whole way.  We managed alright and only made one wrong turn.  We took the ferry to Liberty Island.  Seeing the Statue of Liberty was impressive.  We wandered around the Island and then took the Ferry to Ellis Island.  We weren't able to take to many pictures because our camera ran out of battery power, poor planning on our part.  The drive out of NY to Washington had even more traffic than our drive earlier that day.  On our drive in we took the Hudson Bridge and the way out we went through the Holland Tunnel.  We arrived in Washington about 8:30pm.  Our hotel room is very large and close to the Metro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnZI4yKeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M1BtV2bEJE8/s1600-h/P7120144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087210935671728610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnZI4yKeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M1BtV2bEJE8/s320/P7120144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Hudson bridge.  NY traffic was crazy especially when we left for DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnNo4yKdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gPbnVE22BKg/s1600-h/P7130154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087210738103232978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnNo4yKdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gPbnVE22BKg/s320/P7130154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The Statue of Liberty from the Ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnDI4yKcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uq0sIGms4Q4/s1600-h/P7130158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087210557714606530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnDI4yKcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uq0sIGms4Q4/s320/P7130158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessi texting at the Statue of Liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplm5I4yKbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bWg_LAdotj0/s1600-h/P7130161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087210385915914674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rplm5I4yKbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bWg_LAdotj0/s320/P7130161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ellis Island. Our camera ran out of battery power before we could take any other pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/5649396264486547685-7069448736088936744?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7069448736088936744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7069448736088936744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7069448736088936744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7069448736088936744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RplnZI4yKeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M1BtV2bEJE8/s72-c/P7120144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-328101731462197319</id><published>2007-07-13T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:22:12.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was our last full day in Boston.  The kids and I spent the day in Boston Commons Park.  It is a beautiful place with so much to see.  We picked up lunch and had a picnic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_pY4yKaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TlYMxroQecU/s1600-h/P7110089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086885759402781090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_pY4yKaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TlYMxroQecU/s320/P7110089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate under some beautiful  weeping willow trees by the lagoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_fI4yKZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7ZwWeEinbtk/s1600-h/P7110094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086885583309121938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_fI4yKZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7ZwWeEinbtk/s320/P7110094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as we sat down the ducks swam over to see what we had for them.&lt;br /&gt; Between them and the pigeons we had to keep our eyes open to keep our lunch safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_K44yKYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qQp_9mEoo6A/s1600-h/P7110101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086885235416770946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_K44yKYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qQp_9mEoo6A/s320/P7110101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first statue of George Washington on a horse. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg-bI4yKWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yNIDePxHcvI/s1600-h/P7110109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086884415078017378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg-bI4yKWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yNIDePxHcvI/s320/P7110109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rode the swan boats around the lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg-No4yKVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kP9crxyldDU/s1600-h/P7110111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086884183149783378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg-No4yKVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kP9crxyldDU/s320/P7110111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the Make Way for Duckling Statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg-A44yKUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l08SQM2KOU4/s1600-h/P7110113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086883964106451266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg-A44yKUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l08SQM2KOU4/s320/P7110113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin had wait quite a while to get his turn on momma duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-328101731462197319?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/328101731462197319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=328101731462197319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/328101731462197319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/328101731462197319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg_pY4yKaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TlYMxroQecU/s72-c/P7110089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-1184907612786839486</id><published>2007-07-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:05:47.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday was the day of Kyle's presentation.  It went great! The kids and I spent the day shopping, swimming and hanging out at the room.  Jessi browsed the Jimmy Choo shoe store and the Louis Voitton store.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg7LY4yKTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/70GGmVQqXWE/s1600-h/P7100073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086880845960194354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg7LY4yKTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/70GGmVQqXWE/s320/P7100073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin and I in the hot tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg6844yKSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_Iroh9aNkF4/s1600-h/P7100074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086880596852091170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg6844yKSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_Iroh9aNkF4/s320/P7100074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin the floating head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg50I4yKRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MWeOPDbEUHc/s1600-h/P7100082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086879347016608018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg50I4yKRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MWeOPDbEUHc/s320/P7100082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kyle and I are teaching the kids to play Euker. Both of them picked up on it very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg5qY4yKQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ch5b581G9o0/s1600-h/P7100084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086879179512883458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg5qY4yKQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ch5b581G9o0/s320/P7100084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessi and I were trounced the first full game we played.&lt;br /&gt; But we got our revenge on our next game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/5649396264486547685-1184907612786839486?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1184907612786839486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=1184907612786839486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1184907612786839486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1184907612786839486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg7LY4yKTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/70GGmVQqXWE/s72-c/P7100073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6621629536829460228</id><published>2007-07-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:47:06.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a late entry but we have been getting to bed late and I have been tired by the time our day is done.  On Monday we went back to Feneuil Hall to do some more shopping.  We decided to drive.  Big mistake!! Do Not drive in Boston ever.  Actually the driving is bad but the parking is worse.  I read that there are twice as many cars in Boston as parking places.  I believe it!  For dinner Kyle and I went out to a seafood restaurant with some of the people from his work. The kids were happy to hang out in the room and play Play Station and surf the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3iI4yKPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OIdZX9R_jcA/s1600-h/P7090067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086876838755707122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3iI4yKPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OIdZX9R_jcA/s320/P7090067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Quincy Market at Fenueil Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3ZI4yKOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WoJKUTqQaL4/s1600-h/P7090068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086876684136884450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3ZI4yKOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WoJKUTqQaL4/s320/P7090068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi and Devin take a break from shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3NY4yKNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J-2ihVFY3S4/s1600-h/P7090071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086876482273421522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3NY4yKNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J-2ihVFY3S4/s320/P7090071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyle and I out at dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&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/5649396264486547685-6621629536829460228?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6621629536829460228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=6621629536829460228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6621629536829460228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6621629536829460228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Rpg3iI4yKPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OIdZX9R_jcA/s72-c/P7090067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-737361053444497909</id><published>2007-07-10T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:58:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday we went on a guided tour of The Freedom Trail which took us past many of the historic sights of Boston. We saw the Granary Burying Ground, where Paul Revere, Samuel Adams and the victims of the Boston Massacre are buried. We also saw The Old South Meeting House, were the Declaration of Independence was first read. Our tour guide, Captain John took a liking to Devin and used him to help tell the stories. He also coerced Jessi into “volunteering” once. After that she stayed as close to the back as she could. We spent a little time at Faneuil Hall, which was the first market place of Boston. It was beginning to look a little grey so we didn’t stay long, Jessi did take time to get a tattoo. We ended up getting drenched on our long walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPFKRAEP7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4fpWZrs7U1M/s1600-h/P7080077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085625184384466866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPFKRAEP7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4fpWZrs7U1M/s320/P7080077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Devin helping out Captain Jack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPE8hAEP6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/q_5MUoJHTZA/s1600-h/P7080080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085624948161265570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPE8hAEP6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/q_5MUoJHTZA/s320/P7080080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Jessi "volunteering".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPEtxAEP5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q0ilj-sCQic/s1600-h/P7080083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085624694758195090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPEtxAEP5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q0ilj-sCQic/s320/P7080083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Declaration of Independence was first read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from the balcony of the Old South Meeting house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPEWBAEP4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PwzRiIKmC60/s1600-h/P7080087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085624286736301954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPEWBAEP4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PwzRiIKmC60/s320/P7080087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Jessi getting her tattoo at Faneuil Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPEIRAEP3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BZe_ctKUF0E/s1600-h/P7080088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085624050513100658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPEIRAEP3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BZe_ctKUF0E/s320/P7080088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The finished product.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-737361053444497909?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/737361053444497909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=737361053444497909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/737361053444497909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/737361053444497909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpPFKRAEP7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4fpWZrs7U1M/s72-c/P7080077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6376227690663692612</id><published>2007-07-07T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:57:03.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We arrived!</title><content type='html'>DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Boston about 3:30 Boston time.  After we checked into our room and got our bearings we walked to China town.  We ate at a Vietnamese restaurant, Xinh Xinh.  Kyle and I really enjoyed our meals but Jessi and Devin weren’t so impressed.  The server suggested Jessi have a strawberry shake.  Of course she thought that was a great idea.  He asked if she wanted it with or without bubbles.  I didn’t know what he meant and Jessi decided with bubbles.  We were both thinking carbonated or not.  Once she got the shake I realized he was talking about gelatinous balls.  She did not like it at all!  Not that I blame her.  Later this evening we wandered around Boston.  The weather is wonderful about 79 degrees and no humidity.  Enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBeEBAEP1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lXx2qURHSTM/s1600-h/P7070129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084667402382491474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBeEBAEP1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lXx2qURHSTM/s320/P7070129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Devin passes the time watching a movie as we drive through NY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBd9xAEP0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/3LmoEMcCmnA/s1600-h/P7070130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084667295008309058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBd9xAEP0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/3LmoEMcCmnA/s320/P7070130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessi sacked out with her ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBd3xAEPzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fdtkd8RwRk8/s1600-h/P7070134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084667191929093938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBd3xAEPzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fdtkd8RwRk8/s320/P7070134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids and I at the entrance to China town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdxBAEPyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-UbggRRGmZ8/s1600-h/P7070139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084667075964976930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdxBAEPyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-UbggRRGmZ8/s320/P7070139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi not so happy about her shake with "bubbles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdqBAEPxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wcE6HrEj6uk/s1600-h/P7070140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084666955705892626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdqBAEPxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wcE6HrEj6uk/s320/P7070140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diner at Xinh Xinh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdgxAEPwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PEp5EW2PwRM/s1600-h/P7070144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084666796792102658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdgxAEPwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PEp5EW2PwRM/s320/P7070144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trinity church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdYRAEPvI/AAAAAAAAADs/wwns9NuJf88/s1600-h/P7070147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084666650763214578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdYRAEPvI/AAAAAAAAADs/wwns9NuJf88/s320/P7070147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trinity church at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdOhAEPuI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z8F1_ojs5Pg/s1600-h/P7070151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084666483259490018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBdOhAEPuI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z8F1_ojs5Pg/s320/P7070151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxing at the fountain at Copley square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-6376227690663692612?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6376227690663692612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6376227690663692612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-arrived.html' title='We arrived!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RpBeEBAEP1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/lXx2qURHSTM/s72-c/P7070129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-48491201545649090</id><published>2007-07-06T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:50:55.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way to Boston!</title><content type='html'>Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried hard to get ready ahead of time but Kyle and I were still up until close to 12:00am last night. So when our alarm went off at 3:15 this morning, we had to drag ourselves out of bed. Our goal was to leave our house at 4:00 am. We ended up closing our garage door at 4:30. Despite both of us being very tired the drive wasn't to bad. We took turns driving and napping. Jessi even took her turn. She drove through part of Indiana into Ohio. She managed lots of construction and semis. She did fantastic and it really helped to give us a few more breaks. We stopped for the night in Rochester NY. We unloaded our car at our hotel at about 8:30pm. Tomorrow we hope to be on the road at 8:00. We have about 6 more hours of driving before we reach Boston. Enjoy the pictures! Good Night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro76GBAEPtI/AAAAAAAAADc/8vKqZMcnSr8/s1600-h/P7060129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084276010602741458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro76GBAEPtI/AAAAAAAAADc/8vKqZMcnSr8/s320/P7060129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro74GhAEPlI/AAAAAAAAACc/gAFz9iy2BWY/s1600-h/P7060129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting started. Devin was in a good mood despite the early hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessi not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro759BAEPsI/AAAAAAAAADU/w11qxHr0Egs/s1600-h/P7060130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084275855983918786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro759BAEPsI/AAAAAAAAADU/w11qxHr0Egs/s320/P7060130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin worked off some of his energy in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75zhAEPrI/AAAAAAAAADM/FNqBy8WFwd8/s1600-h/P7060133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084275692775161522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75zhAEPrI/AAAAAAAAADM/FNqBy8WFwd8/s320/P7060133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi was all about the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;Usually Devin thinks they are way to hot but he braved the heat tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75pBAEPqI/AAAAAAAAADE/rPkw4OyCfWg/s1600-h/P7060138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084275512386535074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75pBAEPqI/AAAAAAAAADE/rPkw4OyCfWg/s320/P7060138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the night at very nice Hampton Inn. The room was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle finally has a chance to check out all there is to do in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75fxAEPpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NtT5Uq_wDcQ/s1600-h/P7060137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084275353472745106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75fxAEPpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NtT5Uq_wDcQ/s320/P7060137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the night the kids settled into doing what they do at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessi on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75VxAEPoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K0ByUoFLg9c/s1600-h/P7060136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084275181674053250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro75VxAEPoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K0ByUoFLg9c/s320/P7060136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Devin watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-48491201545649090?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/48491201545649090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=48491201545649090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/48491201545649090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/48491201545649090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-1-we-tried-hard-to-get-ready-ahead.html' title='On our way to Boston!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ro76GBAEPtI/AAAAAAAAADc/8vKqZMcnSr8/s72-c/P7060129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3301161069222036240</id><published>2007-07-03T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:38:35.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The parents of one of the girls from the track team, invited several families to their lake for the day as an end of track celebration. The weather was to cold for most of the adults to swim but it didn't seem to bother the girls at all. Even a little rain didn't dampen their fun. Kyle, Jessi and I want to thank the Ross' for their hospitality. Everyone had a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopouRAEPkI/AAAAAAAAACU/9BV7vWtf-EA/s1600-h/P6300086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082990273487978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopouRAEPkI/AAAAAAAAACU/9BV7vWtf-EA/s320/P6300086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Jessi and her friend Julie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopoWBAEPjI/AAAAAAAAACM/SM9uBd5ikjw/s1600-h/P6300089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082989856876150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopoWBAEPjI/AAAAAAAAACM/SM9uBd5ikjw/s320/P6300089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It rained part of the time but it didn't stop the fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ropm_hAEPiI/AAAAAAAAACE/VspwK6mflp8/s1600-h/P6300090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082988370817465890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ropm_hAEPiI/AAAAAAAAACE/VspwK6mflp8/s320/P6300090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many teenage girls can climb on a paddle boat? I'm not sure, but what ever the amount there is a lot of screaming and laughing involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopmoBAEPhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A8t7jaG2T2o/s1600-h/P6300077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082987967090540050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopmoBAEPhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A8t7jaG2T2o/s320/P6300077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three on a Kayak? I see disaster coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopmXRAEPgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3Mgrk0OFMKM/s1600-h/P6300070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082987679327731202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopmXRAEPgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3Mgrk0OFMKM/s320/P6300070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Swimming towards shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-3301161069222036240?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3301161069222036240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3301161069222036240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3301161069222036240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3301161069222036240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-at-rosss-lake.html' title='A Day at the Lake'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopouRAEPkI/AAAAAAAAACU/9BV7vWtf-EA/s72-c/P6300086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3250828098619592236</id><published>2007-07-03T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:45:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cousin Mike, his wife Rebecca, and their kids vacationed in St. Louis this summer. (Mike's oldest son, Seth, decided to stay home. Imagine that, a high school senior who would rather hang out at home then vacation with the family!) We were lucky enough to meet them for dinner a couple of times. We enjoyed their company very much and we are very glad that we were able to spend some time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopgDxAEPfI/AAAAAAAAABs/HnOseirx_Pc/s1600-h/P6240066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082980747250515442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopgDxAEPfI/AAAAAAAAABs/HnOseirx_Pc/s320/P6240066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Devin and Conner don't get the chance to spend much time together but they hit it if off great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopfZRAEPeI/AAAAAAAAABk/M9BZhnuh9uA/s1600-h/P6240065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082980017106075106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopfZRAEPeI/AAAAAAAAABk/M9BZhnuh9uA/s320/P6240065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alex and Mekenna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;Jessi and she enjoys the attention. She always wanted a little sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/5649396264486547685-3250828098619592236?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3250828098619592236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3250828098619592236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3250828098619592236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3250828098619592236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopgDxAEPfI/AAAAAAAAABs/HnOseirx_Pc/s72-c/P6240066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-3479466704891769342</id><published>2007-07-03T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:22:36.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ropa8RAEPdI/AAAAAAAAABc/x48lNj1xeak/s1600-h/P6160055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082975120843357650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ropa8RAEPdI/AAAAAAAAABc/x48lNj1xeak/s320/P6160055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good eye Devin! The pitch was outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopaNhAEPbI/AAAAAAAAABM/l8BmLr2f1L4/s1600-h/P6160056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082974317684473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopaNhAEPbI/AAAAAAAAABM/l8BmLr2f1L4/s320/P6160056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Devin looks for the pitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopZ1BAEPaI/AAAAAAAAABE/kQBwDxf-xfM/s1600-h/P6160057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082973896777678242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopZ1BAEPaI/AAAAAAAAABE/kQBwDxf-xfM/s320/P6160057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SMACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopZfBAEPZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-jjAV7XGPA/s1600-h/P6160058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082973518820556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopZfBAEPZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-jjAV7XGPA/s320/P6160058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Safe at first and a RBI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopYjxAEPYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j98ONoeGKtk/s1600-h/P6160043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082972500913307010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopYjxAEPYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j98ONoeGKtk/s320/P6160043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Devin pitched for the first time this year. He really enjoys it though he often disagrees with the umps calls when it comes to balls and strikes. He is sure that his strike zone is always much smaller than the other team's. Isn't that what all pitchers think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-3479466704891769342?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3479466704891769342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=3479466704891769342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3479466704891769342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/3479466704891769342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/Ropa8RAEPdI/AAAAAAAAABc/x48lNj1xeak/s72-c/P6160055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-7671203357169655972</id><published>2007-07-03T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:39:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charger Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopYHRAEPXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rGGYREnlLh4/s1600-h/P6220063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082972011287035250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopYHRAEPXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rGGYREnlLh4/s320/P6220063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the teams Jessi plays on is an FAAA team with her friend Emily. The team has only won a game or two but Jessi has made some new friends. Besides, it gives us a chance to see our friends, Sharon and Kenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5649396264486547685-7671203357169655972?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7671203357169655972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=7671203357169655972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7671203357169655972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/7671203357169655972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/charger-softball.html' title='Charger Softball'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopYHRAEPXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rGGYREnlLh4/s72-c/P6220063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-5245599919575191463</id><published>2007-07-03T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:02:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopWZxAEPVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1nZBFgEc50Q/s1600-h/P6150034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082970130091359570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopWZxAEPVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1nZBFgEc50Q/s320/P6150034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessi up to bat.  Her hitting has really been great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopV-BAEPUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SXYD69q1XCo/s1600-h/P6150012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082969653349989698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopV-BAEPUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SXYD69q1XCo/s320/P6150012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessi doesn't usually play first base but got a chance to on her CYC league.&lt;/span&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/5649396264486547685-5245599919575191463?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5245599919575191463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=5245599919575191463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5245599919575191463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/5245599919575191463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/softball-pictures.html' title='Softball pictures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4wbZOuh0W5k/RopWZxAEPVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1nZBFgEc50Q/s72-c/P6150034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2791626475346582531</id><published>2007-07-03T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:26:09.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessi plays on two softball teams. It sounded like a good idea when we signed up for it. We wanted to be sure she kept busy this summer. What we didn't think about is that it also keeps &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;US BUSY&lt;/span&gt;! She plays CYC softball. Several of the girls she goes to High School with play on the team. They are doing really well. They have only lost 2 games so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2791626475346582531?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2791626475346582531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2791626475346582531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2791626475346582531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2791626475346582531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/07/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-2244376717497801025</id><published>2007-06-18T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:53:07.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello Everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyle's fathers day was a very full one but probably not what he would have liked to have done if he had a choice. We spent the morning at tryouts for Devin's soccer team. Kyle is the assistant coach for a U10 boys soccer team. Jessi had a softball game at 12:30 for her FAAA team, The Chargers. We lost 8 to 2. At 2:45 Devin played baseball for the another team because they were short players. They won 11 to something. Devin tells us he was walked a couple of times and also had a good hit. We didn't go to the game because Jessi had another softball game at 3:00 for her CYC Team. The whole team did great. Jessi played excellent defence and got several hits. They won by a lot but I am not sure of the score. Kyle did get to pick where we ate for dinner but we didn't have a lot of time because Devin had another baseball game at 8:00. But that was not the end of our day because early in the game, Devin took a ball to the nose. He was playing first base and when he was thrown the ball it tipped the top of his glove and hit his nose. Once the bleeding stopped it swelled pretty quickly and turned black and blue. We debated for a long time whether or not an emergency room visit was in our future. We kept ice on it which helped the swelling and Devin really didn't want to the hospital so we waited until this morning to make a trip to the doctor's. I didn't really think the doctor would do much if his nose was broken anyway. Much to my relief his nose is not broken. He is a really tough kid. He'll be black and blue for awhile but his modeling career remains in tact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyle's father's day wasn't filled with relaxation and spoiling but it was a day of him doing the things that make him the wonderful father that he is, coaching his kids, cheering them on in their endeavors and holding them close when they need to be comforted. I love you Kyle and happy father's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-2244376717497801025?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2244376717497801025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=2244376717497801025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2244376717497801025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/2244376717497801025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day-weekend.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Weekend.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-6230446090598913676</id><published>2007-06-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:52:49.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard that some people (Ken Hand) were unable to post comments to my Blog.  I think I fixed that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-6230446090598913676?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6230446090598913676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=6230446090598913676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6230446090598913676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/6230446090598913676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/06/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-1921569341340388686</id><published>2007-06-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:52:12.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our family vacation this year is taking us to Boston, New York, and Washington D.C.  We plan on spending 5 or 6 days in Boston and then we'll drive to New York for a quick stop.  From there we head to Washington, DC for 5 days.  I would love to get some suggestions of things to see and do in any of these places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-1921569341340388686?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1921569341340388686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=1921569341340388686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1921569341340388686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/1921569341340388686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/06/july-vacation.html' title='July Vacation'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649396264486547685.post-8988923084031278752</id><published>2007-06-14T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:37:41.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;My sister-in-law sent me the address to her blog this morning.  She created her blog as a way to keep in touch with family and friends. I also think it is a great idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649396264486547685-8988923084031278752?l=jencollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8988923084031278752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649396264486547685&amp;postID=8988923084031278752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8988923084031278752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649396264486547685/posts/default/8988923084031278752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jencollins.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10363395469574594685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
