<?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-2306759161129305287</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:06.422-07:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='Ohio State'/><category term='children'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='baby'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='sponsorship'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='family'/><category term='husband'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='World Vision'/><category term='Mississippi'/><category term='AC'/><category term='Narnia'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>And What Should I Do in Illyria?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-1262675310797857354</id><published>2008-12-10T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:40:50.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From now on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will be &lt;a href="http://jenjarnagin.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . If you keep up w/ me, please change your link. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BTW: I won the tree argument, but I think Chad is still protesting by not putting the lights on it! :(&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/2306759161129305287-1262675310797857354?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1262675310797857354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=1262675310797857354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1262675310797857354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1262675310797857354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-now-on.html' title='From now on...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-4290978009103201883</id><published>2008-12-05T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:32:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;in venue is happening here. As you can see, my site is having some issues. Chad has set me up under Wordpress and I will be working on switching everything over the weekend. So for all 10 of you who read and link to me :) I will be in new place come Monday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BTW - I am winning the Christmas tree debate!! Yay!!&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/2306759161129305287-4290978009103201883?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4290978009103201883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=4290978009103201883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/4290978009103201883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/4290978009103201883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/change.html' title='A change...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-1781359848876161011</id><published>2008-12-01T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:35:21.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I give in and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;buy our first pre-lit, FAKE Christmas tree? I think we are the last members of our family to still get a real tree every year. Chad thinks we should go fake and lots of people have said that they love the no hassle with theirs, but I am having the hardest time accepting that I might never have that lovely smell in my home for the next 10-15 years. My son will grow up without knowing the joys of picking out the perfect tree, the smell of pine needles in the living room while he opens presents or even watching Daddy put lights on the tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know all the perks and believe me, I would not miss watering the tree to keep it fresh and vacuuming up stray needles, but I think those things outweigh the loss of memories.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, fake or no? I'm just not convinced I can bring myself to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/STQR47bkPjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HhWUF51n0MI/s320/SUC50018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274860733281353266" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is our sweet little tree from last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-1781359848876161011?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1781359848876161011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=1781359848876161011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1781359848876161011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1781359848876161011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-give-in-and.html' title='Do I give in and...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/STQR47bkPjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HhWUF51n0MI/s72-c/SUC50018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-5681880964474607668</id><published>2008-11-28T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:10:03.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/STAzKpmuy4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/BWjnlfaZijM/s200/IMG_0533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273771421710863234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ my adorable son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ my amazing husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ a sweet family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ my beautiful home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Franklin, TN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ rosemary turkey, Sister Schubert rolls, apple cake, charlotte rousse, cheese grits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ all my friends who make life so fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Football!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ everyone who serves our country w/ such amazing courage and sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ grace and mercy and unconditional love from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; my Lord and Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/STAzfM1Yc4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/GelNaIjYtGg/s200/IMG_0553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273771774764938114" /&gt;&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/2306759161129305287-5681880964474607668?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5681880964474607668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=5681880964474607668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/5681880964474607668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/5681880964474607668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/STAzKpmuy4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/BWjnlfaZijM/s72-c/IMG_0533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-8538405464074029408</id><published>2008-11-20T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:23:14.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wish I could do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is not a "Bucket List", but things I daydream about that will probably never happen. They are pleasant thoughts, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~play the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~paint beautiful pictures with words as well as with paints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~buy my mother-in-law a house and a reliable car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~adopt a child from Africa, Asia, and Eastern Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~be in a ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~act on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~go to a ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~design beautiful clothes for petite women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~go to Fashion Week in NYC or Paris or Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~write a musical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~sleep in a castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~write a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~live in Tuscany for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~harvest grapes at a Tuscan winery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~live in County Kerry, Ireland for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~play the violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~own a bookstore in a place like downtown Franklin or Carmel, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~have Tim Gunn give me a makeover and be able to buy the clothes he suggests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-8538405464074029408?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8538405464074029408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=8538405464074029408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/8538405464074029408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/8538405464074029408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-wish-i-could-do.html' title='Things I wish I could do...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-736331944847465783</id><published>2008-11-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:56:17.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bet you'd never guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that I am a complete Shakespeare nut. Funny, huh? Probably not what you would think I would be into, but I really love his works. I was top in all my Shakespeare classes in college. Doesn't really fit with the Ole Miss, southern sorority girl image, does it? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, while I am trying out new things with the blog, Chad decided to get rid of his "*Blogstar" moniker, so I have to have a new name too! I am just trying this one out to see how I like it. It is a quote from the first Shakespeare play I wrote a paper on and one of my favorites. Anybody want to take a guess as to which one?&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/2306759161129305287-736331944847465783?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/736331944847465783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=736331944847465783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/736331944847465783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/736331944847465783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-bet-youd-never-guess.html' title='I bet you&apos;d never guess...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-5030848895358955005</id><published>2008-10-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:24:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying New Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;new layout, new elements, maybe even a new name. Just trying. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-5030848895358955005?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5030848895358955005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=5030848895358955005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/5030848895358955005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/5030848895358955005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-trying-new-things.html' title='I&apos;m Trying New Things...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-2688066324041244877</id><published>2008-10-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:58:42.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;beyond measure. I am and my son is, to have such amazing guides. All these beloved people have shaped my and Chad's life and will do the same for Elijah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL9uoEhFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lCp-xK3asBc/s1600-h/SUC50020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL9uoEhFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lCp-xK3asBc/s320/SUC50020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569363605652562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my sweet and gentle Mamaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL9LuVXLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j84VNFwT_7k/s1600-h/SUC50010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL9LuVXLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j84VNFwT_7k/s320/SUC50010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569354236681394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my beautiful, faithful and incredibly kind mama. I want to be like these two ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL81VznKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/g95cT8Sm9nM/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL81VznKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/g95cT8Sm9nM/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569348228226210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my strong, sensitive and compassionate Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL8veqerI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IEg2aeJMuoo/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL8veqerI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IEg2aeJMuoo/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569346654763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my grand-daddy, an amazing man of faith, prayer and wisdom. I hope my son takes after both of these men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL68lh2NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0GX4OcPPu0U/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL68lh2NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0GX4OcPPu0U/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569315813480658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is Chad's mama. She is the most generous and giving person I have ever met. She will give anyone the shirt off her back with incredible love. She inspires me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-2688066324041244877?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2688066324041244877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=2688066324041244877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2688066324041244877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2688066324041244877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFL9uoEhFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lCp-xK3asBc/s72-c/SUC50020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-4620736312504932880</id><published>2008-10-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:48:50.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been awhile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and I have been trying to blog BUT my little man has been keeping me busy AND blogger keeps erasing my posts (arggggggg!) AND I have a new nephew! He is the cutest, tiniest thing! I can say that b/c my little man has never been tiny! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SOl7KHyQGOI/AAAAAAAAACs/_4g25V1wTdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SOl7KHyQGOI/AAAAAAAAACs/_4g25V1wTdQ/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253865854123120866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SOl7Kk7WqEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wls53dZKMis/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SOl7Kk7WqEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wls53dZKMis/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253865861945927746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He took a whole hour and 15 minutes to be born!! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-4620736312504932880?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4620736312504932880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=4620736312504932880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/4620736312504932880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/4620736312504932880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-awhile.html' title='It has been awhile..'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SOl7KHyQGOI/AAAAAAAAACs/_4g25V1wTdQ/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-3871115714734240955</id><published>2008-10-02T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:25:07.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;his birth announcement. So cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQs_BhhPR9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PkFWrVwBjvc/s1600-h/Announcement+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQs_BhhPR9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PkFWrVwBjvc/s320/Announcement+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263369884922759122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-3871115714734240955?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3871115714734240955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=3871115714734240955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3871115714734240955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3871115714734240955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is.html' title='This is...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQs_BhhPR9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PkFWrVwBjvc/s72-c/Announcement+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-3880310426253389620</id><published>2008-09-11T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:04:23.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio State'/><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SMnb-vw93FI/AAAAAAAAACk/Al2Gtyut4S8/s1600-h/osuboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SMnb-vw93FI/AAAAAAAAACk/Al2Gtyut4S8/s320/osuboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244965112069872722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Think it is a little big for him? His daddy can't wait until he grows into it! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-3880310426253389620?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3880310426253389620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=3880310426253389620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3880310426253389620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3880310426253389620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SMnb-vw93FI/AAAAAAAAACk/Al2Gtyut4S8/s72-c/osuboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-7659465654692044976</id><published>2008-09-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:36:45.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SMCa9f9mW1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VphFZVLElkA/s1600-h/Sleepyhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SMCa9f9mW1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VphFZVLElkA/s320/Sleepyhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242360347601820498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How can he be a month old already????? I just got him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Good news! He is starting to sleep longer at night and his eating habits are becoming more regulated. Yay! He got to meet his other great-grandmother thanks to hurricane Gustav and he made it to his first Smith party, being adored by all who beheld him. ;) He had his first photo shoot thanks to our sweet friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byrdhousephotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. She got some amazing shots. He changes every day, but I am still in wonder that he is mine to keep. &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/2306759161129305287-7659465654692044976?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7659465654692044976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=7659465654692044976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/7659465654692044976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/7659465654692044976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/09/already.html' title='Already???'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SMCa9f9mW1I/AAAAAAAAACc/VphFZVLElkA/s72-c/Sleepyhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-3313208218411905285</id><published>2008-08-27T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:50:54.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SLV3pb2rf9I/AAAAAAAAACU/l-mUJF3l3Uk/s1600-h/cjejwindow1-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SLV3pb2rf9I/AAAAAAAAACU/l-mUJF3l3Uk/s320/cjejwindow1-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239225295250882514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and we are even more sleep deprived! ;) So Elijah LOVES to eat, WON'T sleep in his bed, LOVES to be held and has the hiccups after almost every meal. It is very cute. I think he looks just like his daddy w/ a little of me in places, but Chad keeps saying he doesn't see it. Whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-3313208218411905285?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3313208218411905285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=3313208218411905285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3313208218411905285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3313208218411905285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-weeks-later.html' title='3 weeks later...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SLV3pb2rf9I/AAAAAAAAACU/l-mUJF3l3Uk/s72-c/cjejwindow1-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-815876615437509407</id><published>2008-08-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:01:39.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SKwxyXJfHOI/AAAAAAAAACM/vzNM4OYzSLQ/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Baby+J+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SKwxyXJfHOI/AAAAAAAAACM/vzNM4OYzSLQ/s320/Mom+%26+Baby+J+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236615208002067682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;old today!!! I cannot believe it has already been two weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We are so in love and so sleep deprived. ;) I want to cry every time I look at him b/c he is so amazing and I cannot believe he is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will have more when I am more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;coherent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-815876615437509407?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/815876615437509407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=815876615437509407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/815876615437509407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/815876615437509407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-weeks.html' title='Two weeks...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SKwxyXJfHOI/AAAAAAAAACM/vzNM4OYzSLQ/s72-c/Mom+%26+Baby+J+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-2764925984354782095</id><published>2008-08-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:39:54.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SJpRoAx44XI/AAAAAAAAABk/IBDwEVrXfFE/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SJpRoAx44XI/AAAAAAAAABk/IBDwEVrXfFE/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231583664990118258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Elijah Gavin Jarnagin is here!!! Wow. The past couple of days have been.... crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you haven't seen and heard from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/theblogstar"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;twittering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chadjarnagin.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, I finally gave birth to our son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6:30pm on 8-5-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9 lbs 6 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;22 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yeah, wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-2764925984354782095?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2764925984354782095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=2764925984354782095&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2764925984354782095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2764925984354782095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SJpRoAx44XI/AAAAAAAAABk/IBDwEVrXfFE/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-2906552692330612997</id><published>2008-08-04T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:12:49.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week later...</title><content type='html'>and still waiting. :( I will be one week past my due date tomorrow and so my doctor is going to induce tomorrow. I really didn't want it this way, so I'm sad, but happy too. I absolutely cannot wait to meet my little boy, but I'm sad my body isn't working him out naturally. C'est la vie. I will have my baby tomorrow one way or the other!! :) Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-2906552692330612997?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2906552692330612997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=2906552692330612997&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2906552692330612997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2906552692330612997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-week-later.html' title='One week later...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-778789247955809339</id><published>2008-07-29T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:29:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, the day isn't over yet, but I don't think we are going to be meeting our son today. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This gives me comfort and sums up how I am feeling though. I can't believe he will be here any day! I am truly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Child Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Child, Light to my soul-shadow, my confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Coming sweetly, and so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Growing within, a stealth, a mystery---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am moved by this simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Transfixed with thanks, folded in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I cannot adore enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I cannot speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like trees and snow and stars and street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I too am silent in the widening light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myrna Reid Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HT: &lt;a href="http://anam-cara.typepad.com"&gt;Sheila&lt;/a&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/2306759161129305287-778789247955809339?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/778789247955809339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=778789247955809339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/778789247955809339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/778789247955809339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-2258099100662352662</id><published>2008-07-28T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:39:45.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So will it be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tomorrow or not? Who thinks Baby J will come when he he is supposed to and who thinks it will be later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am REALLY hoping for tomorrow! The suspense is  killing me!&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/2306759161129305287-2258099100662352662?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2258099100662352662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=2258099100662352662&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2258099100662352662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2258099100662352662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-will-it-be.html' title='So will it be....'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-3305300101971757989</id><published>2008-07-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:55:15.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>So to sum up the week so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Oscar, my sweet little dog, gets REALLY sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Monday AM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Start Oscar on meds and isolation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Monday PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; AC upstairs decides to bug out for the 2nd time this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tuesday AM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Spend morning and lunch with my mom, sis, niece Brianna at my sweet grandparents house. Got to take a nap! Rush home to meet AC guy only to find AC working properly. Nothing he can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tuesday PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; BTW this is the time my dad predicted that Baby J would make his appearance...he did not. Anyhoo, AC bugs out again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wednesday AM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Call AC guy again. Contacts start bugging me  and figure out that I might be allergic to my solution. Go to bank, Post Office and get lunch for &lt;a href="http://anam-cara.typepad.com/"&gt;Sheila&lt;/a&gt; and I. Come home to have lunch and meet the AC guy and guess what?? AC is working properly again! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Seriously, what else is going to happen this week? Maybe I will have a baby?? Who the heck knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gifts so far this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;AC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a nap on my grandma's couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;an amazing lunch at my grandma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;an amazing lunch w/ my dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a husband that is the man of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;peanut butter cup ice-cream :)&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/2306759161129305287-3305300101971757989?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3305300101971757989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=3305300101971757989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3305300101971757989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3305300101971757989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-to-sum-up-week-so-far.html' title='So to sum up the week so far...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-6302272541042990786</id><published>2008-07-08T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:22:35.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>3 weeks from today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am going to be a mom. Wow. Even though he has been, as Chad puts it "butting around," inside me for the past 9 months, it still doesn't seem real. I feel his little feet and knees and elbows and legs constantly pushing up and out. I feel his hiccups on what seems like a daily basis. I can feel him tensing up for a jump or roll and I still don't believe it is actually going to happen. He has a name, and clothes, and a crib, and books for me to read to him and toys to interest him. And I am soooooo impatient to meet him and yet, still not real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I went to the dr. today and nothing! He is still in there and no where near coming out to meet me! :) I was very disappointed. But I don't think it has sunk in that it will no longer be just Chad and me. I have had my sweet husband all to myself for the past 5 years and now we will have a little person who takes our time and attention. It is a bittersweet thought. We are soooooo excited about Baby J, but I am going to miss my Chad time whenever I want it.  Just some random thoughts. I am rambling and I am hungry so I go to find a snack. :)&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/2306759161129305287-6302272541042990786?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6302272541042990786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=6302272541042990786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/6302272541042990786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/6302272541042990786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-weeks-from-today.html' title='3 weeks from today...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-2909856415606364858</id><published>2008-06-13T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:11:06.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sponsorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>He gives and He takes away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Something heartbreaking but wonderful happened to me today. We got a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The countdown to Baby J is REALLY getting serious and I think he is as ready as me to get here! At least, that is what I get from all the jumping, pushing and bouncing he does. I swear sometimes it feels like he is dancing or playing the drums b/c his movements have a rhythm! I prayed for over two years for this little guy and the Father has answered my prayer. I could not be more grateful. But this post is not about Baby J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;See, I have always loved kids. It is one of the reasons I became a teacher, have been a nanny and wanted to be a mom. Watching my nieces grow has given me unspeakable joy. When&lt;a href="http://chadjarnagin.com/"&gt; Chad&lt;/a&gt; and I first got married, kids were not on the radar, but I still loved them. I had been a nanny for an incredible family for a few years and still love those kids sooooo much. So when the band Chad joined, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/amongthorns"&gt;Among Thorns&lt;/a&gt;, became&lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/worldvision/master.nsf/"&gt; World Vision&lt;/a&gt; artists (literally on our honeymoon!) I wanted one of the first things we did as a married couple was to be sponsoring a child. My parents have faithfully sponsored many children throughout my life. Their pictures have always been on the fridge right beside my sisters and I. I wanted a HOPE child, a girl, b/c of how the AIDS epidemic has ravaged Africa and how girls are treated in certain countries there.  I went through lots of profile packets and found a little girl named Oliva. It was so close to the name of the youngest of the children I had nannied for, I knew she was perfect. She lives right outside Kampala, Uganda. Her birthday is April 8 and when we decided to sponsor her in 2003, she was just barely 4 years old.  Oliva lives with relatives b/c her parents have died from the AIDS virus. She has written us so many sweet and touching letters, each one containing a hand-drawn picture, each one showing us how much she has grown. This is the letter we got today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dearest friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am your beloved daughter you have been supporting all along. World Vision Rakai-Kakuuto Area Development Program is closing all the activities but I want to thank you for the exercise books, uniform and the building of my school. I cannot forget my blanket, shoes, clothings, a sweater and many others. I wish to say bye, bye, bye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nakatudde, Oliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Basically I have been a crying mess ever since.  The letter from World Vision tells how the goals for her community have been met and they all appear to be amazing and wonderful, but that does not help my broken heart. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; been a beloved daughter and I feel like I have lost her. I won't get her sweet letters and drawings anymore. I won't get to see her grow up, which I desperately wanted. I won't get updates on how she is doing health-wise. I won't get anymore pictures and even though the ones I have do not show her smiling, I know she has an amazing smile that lights up her beautiful face.  God has given me my deepest desire, a child of my own to take care of and watch grow, but I am losing my first.  I hope she does know how much we have loved her and that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; our beloved daughter. We will keep her picture on the fridge and I will pray for her like I do now, but there is a hole in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gifts today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ feeling my son roll and kick and try to "escape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ getting a letter from my first child that I will treasure always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SFL8CR2tCII/AAAAAAAAABU/-QWVgbBJZTc/s1600-h/Oliva+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SFL8CR2tCII/AAAAAAAAABU/-QWVgbBJZTc/s320/Oliva+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211504834903869570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SFL8C7CYXmI/AAAAAAAAABc/20fWBbyB6YM/s1600-h/Oliva+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SFL8C7CYXmI/AAAAAAAAABc/20fWBbyB6YM/s320/Oliva+8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211504845958700642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oliva age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oliva age 8&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/2306759161129305287-2909856415606364858?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2909856415606364858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=2909856415606364858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2909856415606364858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2909856415606364858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-gives-and-he-takes-away.html' title='He gives and He takes away...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SFL8CR2tCII/AAAAAAAAABU/-QWVgbBJZTc/s72-c/Oliva+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-334429755529468762</id><published>2008-05-28T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:17:13.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mississippi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Mississippi is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HOT! Talk about the dirty South, come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hattiesburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, MS! Skyscraper size pine trees, tons of pine needles and heat, heat, HEAT. But this is the place of my childhood. It is a place with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the sound of the buzzing locusts in the trees around dusk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the warm air surrounding you and moving ever so slightly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;friendly people who don't know a stranger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;food cooked with tons of butter and heavy cream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lots of slow, lazy conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the best iced tea in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fruit stands where ice-cream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and designer shoes are sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My cousin just finished a family history project for his junior year and we spent last evening sitting around discussing our family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;genealogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. My grandfather has been collecting records for his family and he brought out a plethora of documents for us to go over. Some were last wills and testaments, some were letters between sisters, some were county documents, some were poems and dissertations written by ancestors. We learned so much! We learned that my grandmother is actually named after a saloon girl my great-grandfather fondly remembered. My cousin learned that he is most likely related to one of his best friends. We learned that we have both sharecroppers and plantation owners among our ancestors. We learned that we had family fight in both the Revolutionary and the Civil War. I learned that my great, great, great grandparents came from Scotland, but settled in Franklin, where I live now, before moving south to Mississippi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mississippi may be the poorest state and not very pretty. And it may have a bad reputation due to its past, but it is a place of heritage and home. The word Mississippi is beautiful to say and write and for me it will always be a place of iced tea and history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-334429755529468762?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/334429755529468762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=334429755529468762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/334429755529468762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/334429755529468762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mississippi-is.html' title='My Mississippi is...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-3777780408199951509</id><published>2008-05-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:46:46.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Did they mean to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;change the story, yet add a new point to think on? While I am on the subject of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, I was amazed at the liberties they took w/the script and story-line. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ryansmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;brother-in-law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; a Narnia purist and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabournepictures.com/htdocs/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;screenwriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; himself, will not be pleased with how far they got from the original story, but they did provide some more thought provoking moments whether it was intentional or not. What surprised me was that, Douglas Gresham, Lewis' stepson, was an advisor on the the film and yet it still was dramatically different than the book.  I have always felt that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Prince Caspian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is the chronicle most like a bedtime story b/c it has the least amount of action, so I wondered how they were going to make an exciting full-length film from it. My wondering was answered by a barrage of new action scenes, an interesting flirtation and a macho-tension plot b/t Peter and Caspian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"I'm supposed to be king." -C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Oh yeah, well I'm the High King." - P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The latter two additions I could have done without. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But what they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; do that was interesting to me, was reverse Peter and Susan's roles from the actual story. In the book, Susan was actually being the "doubting Thomas" and Peter, while unable to see Aslan, wasn't feeling abandoned and in need of proof so he could lead.  In the movie,  Peter's confliction about his inability to see Aslan and his admission that he wished he could just have some proof struck a chord with me. Whether the writers meant to or not, they painted an accurate and interesting picture of how many of us react to God's presence in our lives when things are tough.  We wish He would "show up" and prove to us He is there and cares. If we are really truthful, what we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; want is for God to come in and fix-it, to save the day.  Like I said in the post before, I want that. I want Him to come save the day and fix whatever is hurting me or the ones I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But what is faith, if it is not in the things unseen?(Rom. 8:24)  And endurance through difficult situations increases our faith and produces character which in turn produces hope (Rom. 5:3-5). It felt like the writers used Romans 5:1-5 and Romans 8:24-25 as a model for Peter's struggle in the movie. Who knows? But it did put some situations in perspective for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gifts today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ a special  lunch with one of my dearest friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ an intense Yoga session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ getting Baby J's bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ dinner w/my mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ special time w/  the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ my sweet husband&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/2306759161129305287-3777780408199951509?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3777780408199951509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=3777780408199951509&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3777780408199951509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3777780408199951509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/05/did-they-mean-to.html' title='Did they mean to....'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-6628199113119178827</id><published>2008-05-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:00:07.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Great Lion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Lion of Judah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; has always been one of my favorite names of Jesus.  It denotes strength and honor and power and majesty. I have long had a tender spot in my heart for Aslan from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. Lewis' contemporary and friend, J.R.R. Tolkien, chided Lewis that his stories were too blatantly allegorical, and Lewis in turn chided that Tolkien's were not. The character of Aslan is not one of Lewis' creating though. He is THE Lion and there is no mistaking that. Lewis did not want there to be any mistake though. I am paraphrasing a story that Douglas Gresham, Lewis' stepson, told:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A little boy who was reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; was crying one night in his room. His mother came and asked what was wrong and he told her sorrowfully that he loved Aslan more than he loved Jesus. Either the mother or the child wrote this in a letter to Lewis, who responded by saying to love Aslan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to love Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aslan himself tells the Pevensie children on their last trips to Narnia, that it is their time to get to know him in their own world. Sometimes I feel like I seek Christ in this lion form. I watched and wept jealously as Lucy sought Aslan and found him in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; on Friday. She was faithful, she was sure He would be there for her and yet when He came roaring in,  you saw the fear that it might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;be him. Yet, even though she feared that, she went to Him anyway and was rewarded for her faith by getting to throw herself into Him and be held by her Lion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It felt a little silly, but I cannot help but long for my chance to fall into my Lion's arms and tell him how much I love Him. I want Him to come save the day, but like He told Lucy, "Things never happen the same way twice, dear one." The way my Lion rescued me, when He brought me out of darkness and made me His own, is not the way He will "rescue" me from life's troubles. In a sermon I heard Andy Stanley preach about what God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; promise us, he said that God does not promise that we will rich or safe or successful. In fact, He assures us that "we will have troubles in this world" but that He has overcome them.  What He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; promised us is grace and mercy when we approach His throne, approach Him. I saw a not-so-subtle vision of that when the Lion rolled around and cuddled a little girl who had been seeking Him desperately.  I desperately needed to see that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;More about Aslan later, right now my gifts are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~grace and mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ my sweet, sleeping husband who loves me so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~my beautiful son doing flips in my tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~a beautiful day, doing nothing with dear, dear friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-6628199113119178827?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6628199113119178827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=6628199113119178827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/6628199113119178827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/6628199113119178827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-lion.html' title='The Great Lion...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-3518812715459062414</id><published>2008-05-09T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:00:53.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>In case you didn't know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have an amazing husband.  I am so blessed by the man that Chad is.  Not only is he super hot ;), he teaches me new things every day. It has been a tough couple of weeks for him, but he has stayed faithful. I need to brag on him right now, because he has shown amazing patience and strength AND I want everyone to know how wonderful he is! And the mother lion is coming out in me - I get super mad when someone messes w/ my man, because he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; so wonderful, especially when it is for NO GOOD REASON!! If I am like this about my husband, what in the world is going to happen when my son comes along???  So I am going to be a little cheesy and write and ode to my husband. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Chad is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;amazingly talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;extremely creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;merciful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gracious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;loyal - even when people don't deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He waits on the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He has a heart to serve by whatever means he can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He is really a little boy at heart - especially when it comes to chocolate chip cookies and milk and baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He is a good man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He is a peacemaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He is the love of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-3518812715459062414?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3518812715459062414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=3518812715459062414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3518812715459062414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/3518812715459062414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t know....'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-1022850309009150097</id><published>2008-05-05T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:07:43.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, he is Chad's AND mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, I am not a good blogger. A sweet friend told my posts are LONG and they are! :) I am not consistent and I absolutely cannot keep up w/ my amazing husband's blogging skills. But I figure that I will hopefully keep up with my new little friend's life when he gets here. My sister does an AMAZING job of sharing Audrey w/ the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audreyblissful.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and Nathalie shares her new experiences w/ her little friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://afterbelly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and then my new friend Heather (the Supermom) blogs about her way cool family and their hilarious escapades and sweet moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whittakerwoman.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Since I am 85 days away (OMG!! It sounds so far, but really isn't!) I will probably still be a poor blogger, but when I have some inspiration the whole world will hear about him. BTW, even though the little widget says "Jennifer's Baby", he is actually Chad's too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-1022850309009150097?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1022850309009150097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=1022850309009150097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1022850309009150097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1022850309009150097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/05/actually-he-is-chads-and-mine.html' title='Actually, he is Chad&apos;s AND mine'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-7530157080220444122</id><published>2008-04-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T07:35:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This morning I am overwhelmed by my God's goodness to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;May The Words Of My Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;May the words of my mouth and the thoughts of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bless Your name, bless Your name, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And the deeds of the day and the truth in my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Speak of You, speak of You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For this is what I am glad to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's time to live a life of love that pleases You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I will give my all to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Surrender everything I have and follow You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'll follow You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lord, be my vision, Lord be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Be my hope, be my light and the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I'll look not for riches, nor praises on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Only You'll be the first of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will follow, I will follow, I will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tim Hughes and Rob Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-7530157080220444122?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7530157080220444122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=7530157080220444122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/7530157080220444122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/7530157080220444122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-heart-today.html' title='My Heart Today'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-2030439431466554567</id><published>2008-04-16T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:51:56.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today I am distracted. Actually, I feel as though I have been on auto-pilot or in a dense fog for about a month. Could it be that I have given up morning coffee that I have depended on for years in favor of one or two cups a week? Could it be that I have not felt well due to stomach cramps and little sleep? Could it be that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I am worrying? "Worrying about what?", you say. Worrying about everything. Taking the right vitamins, lactose intolerance, not getting enough exercise, not having a job, watching too much TV, spending too much money, high gas prices, not having a job, not spending enough quality time w/ the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I think that last one is it. While I am NOT busy, I am also not pausing to listen to the Lord. I think that I have made a lot of my self-worth come from how productive I am financially. I know where my help comes from. I know that the Lord has ALWAYS provided for me in amazing ways. I have no thoughts or desires to be wealthy, just safe and secure and I have been that. I think that is a distraction in itself. Security. While there is nothing wrong with that, if it overcomes all other desires, it becomes an idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Right now I am trying desperately to process whether the Lord intends for me to continue to remain jobless (and thus slightly insecure) or if I should be more proactive b/c there is something out there I am meant to do. I want to help support my family, is that so bad?? Or am I just obsessing about being secure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Verily, the lust for comfort murders the very passion of the soul and then walks grinning into the funeral."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This week's gifts so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Baby J's kicks and rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Lunch with my grandparents, mom, sisters, nieces, aunt and uncle (even if it was Mexican food for the 3rd day in a row)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Hearing Audrey laugh her deep belly laugh and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~coffee with two of my dearest friends in the same day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~eating ice-cream w/  my daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~sitting w/ Miss Diane in church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~dinner w/ friends we have missed spending time with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~cherry M&amp;amp;Ms (not sure if I would like them if I wasn't pregnant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~finishing a surprisingly good book (The Thirteenth Tale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~waking up to my sweet, amazing husband&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/2306759161129305287-2030439431466554567?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2030439431466554567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=2030439431466554567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2030439431466554567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/2030439431466554567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/04/distracted.html' title='Distracted'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-4726122721197559863</id><published>2008-03-31T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:29:53.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see how this goes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I may, from time to time, use this as a place to air out how I feel, because I believe that I have to say things out loud to know how real or silly I sound. But mostly, I want to use this as a positive place because one of the things that keeps me from worrying myself, and my sweet husband, and the Baby J, to death, is being thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I listened to a Rob Bell sermon on the way home from an amazing trip to Seagrove, FL and the part that stuck out the most was talking about gifts we are given by God every day. I have thought about gifts every day since then and that has really helped my anxiety level. So here are some gifts in my life in no order of importance b/c they are ALL important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ My sweet, amazing husband who I am so, so proud of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Baby J who has kept me up the last three nights letting me know he is there :) This is a gift of tremendous proportion b/c of how long I have prayed to have this little guy, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so I don't really mind when he is rambunctious. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Sleep - I finally got a full night's rest in three nights! Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~My lovely home - We have plenty of space and room to grow and it is gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ The fence that is supposed to be going in this week! Then I won't have to get out and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;walk Rufus for what seems like 50 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Our dogs that give us unconditional love and affection :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Planting flowers and seeing things bloom - Thank you, Lord for creating such beauty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Having my family so close by - I am so so blessed with the amazing family I have and the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ability to see them almost whenever I want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ My 2 precious nieces, Brianna and Audrey - They are as different as night and day, but being able to watch them grow has been amazing! They have two of the best laughs I &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have ever heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Friends!!! We have been blessed by having some of the best, most funnest :) friends in the world! The girls in our small group are beyond wonderful. I am so blessed by their friendship. I find myself missing them as soon as they have gone and wish we had hours more talk and share. And Sheila, who I have not enough words to explain the gift she is to me. Robin and Misti, my pillars of strength, advice, and sass :) My friends from High School that even though I do not get to see often, bring joy to me &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heart whenever they cross my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Good books - I have read so many books over the last few weeks and have enjoyed them&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all. There are so many books and not enough time to read them in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ My two little African girls, Oliva and Ruth, who bring me to tears every day. Their pictures gaze at me from the fridge and even though they are not smiling, I can see &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their lovely smiles in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~ Having time to reflect and pray and walk. I have never had that before and God has &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;given me time now before life changes totally, for the good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-4726122721197559863?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4726122721197559863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=4726122721197559863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/4726122721197559863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/4726122721197559863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-see-how-this-goes.html' title='Let&apos;s see how this goes....'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-812087426745936309</id><published>2008-02-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:16:58.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Flying By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R6O2CxBmV8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_k5ia5gDC7o/s1600-h/jen+%26+chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R6O2CxBmV8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_k5ia5gDC7o/s320/jen+%26+chad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162169756532758466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Me &amp;amp; Chad on the road somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R6O1YBBmV7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGbi0glec9U/s1600-h/sky+%26+CJ.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R6O1YBBmV7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGbi0glec9U/s320/sky+%26+CJ.BMP" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162169022093350834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Chad &amp;amp; his nephew Sky @ our wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In March we will have been married for 5 years. I can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-812087426745936309?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/812087426745936309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=812087426745936309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/812087426745936309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/812087426745936309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-is-flying-by.html' title='Time Is Flying By...'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R6O2CxBmV8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_k5ia5gDC7o/s72-c/jen+%26+chad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-1615593641617381270</id><published>2007-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:01:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love The Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R0GlJKFZnOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vHLUuArjrRU/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R0GlJKFZnOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vHLUuArjrRU/s320/Photo+32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134566626923486434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little niece is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-1615593641617381270?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1615593641617381270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=1615593641617381270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1615593641617381270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1615593641617381270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-love-bean.html' title='We Love The Bean'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/R0GlJKFZnOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vHLUuArjrRU/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2306759161129305287.post-1589543768903615284</id><published>2007-10-01T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:23:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And Chad</title><content type='html'>At Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati before Chad sang the anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/RwEei4WMsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9ekcnm3uzvo/s1600-h/SUC50007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/RwEei4WMsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9ekcnm3uzvo/s320/SUC50007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116404236259472146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2306759161129305287-1589543768903615284?l=mrsblogstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1589543768903615284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2306759161129305287&amp;postID=1589543768903615284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1589543768903615284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2306759161129305287/posts/default/1589543768903615284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsblogstar.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-and-chad.html' title='Me And Chad'/><author><name>Jennifer Jarnagin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368281089447377912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/SQFNHAdQTNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dC0AFN4-X7E/S220/photo%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUxPRaNbWgk/RwEei4WMsxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9ekcnm3uzvo/s72-c/SUC50007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
