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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NQng9fCp7ImA9WhVTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757</id><updated>2012-02-26T15:46:33.664-08:00</updated><title>The Whole Jenny</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheWholeJenny" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="thewholejenny" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">TheWholeJenny</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NQngzeCp7ImA9WhVTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-5301910035273297803</id><published>2012-02-26T15:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T15:46:33.680-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-26T15:46:33.680-08:00</app:edited><title>New Wheels</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8dwMJjWSNM/T0q-HhN5p6I/AAAAAAAARvI/-OPPviKYYBY/s1600/P1290934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713588113657931682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8dwMJjWSNM/T0q-HhN5p6I/AAAAAAAARvI/-OPPviKYYBY/s400/P1290934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Richard got a new car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFTTKTTZ1xs/T0q-HOeMbbI/AAAAAAAARu8/y_LvaZ8g988/s1600/P1290935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713588108625997234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFTTKTTZ1xs/T0q-HOeMbbI/AAAAAAAARu8/y_LvaZ8g988/s400/P1290935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a black Hyundai &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elantra&lt;/span&gt; Touring.  I am a big fan of Hyundai, Richard wanted a big warranty, and we have talked for a long time about getting something that could haul a small piece of furniture or bags of fertilizer and such, and I was insistent that we find all that without having to finance anything.  This car met all those requirements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjQ9goGei-E/T0q-G6fnZPI/AAAAAAAARuw/ClbbH4bOTYE/s1600/P1290936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713588103263249650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hjQ9goGei-E/T0q-G6fnZPI/AAAAAAAARuw/ClbbH4bOTYE/s400/P1290936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took it for a country drive yesterday, one of many to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8wS0gERPLE/T0q9y42e_II/AAAAAAAARuk/llkHAwEygFo/s1600/P1290931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713587759224913026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8wS0gERPLE/T0q9y42e_II/AAAAAAAARuk/llkHAwEygFo/s400/P1290931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NHtGSQcQr0/T0q9ypVi_7I/AAAAAAAARuY/G0pNzon5CXw/s1600/P1290922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713587755060232114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NHtGSQcQr0/T0q9ypVi_7I/AAAAAAAARuY/G0pNzon5CXw/s400/P1290922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always thought I would never want a new car due to the massive depreciation at purchase, but my mom convinced me that it was worth it for the piece of mind.  I finally caved because really, that depreciation only affects those that get a new car every few years, but since we drive our cars into the ground, it's less of a factor.  When I say into the ground, I mean that our last THREE cars had to be towed out of our driveway!  I used to have a black hatchback that I bought used, and it broke down and repairs would have cost more than the car value so I bought a used white sedan and that dealer towed the black hatchback away.  The white car stopped working around the time Tucker was born, and it sat in my driveway for three years until my kind grandparents took pity and gave me their car, at which point I donated the white car and the charity came and towed it away.  The car Richard was driving until a few weeks ago was bought used about 8 years ago from a rental car place.  It's been a real lemon all along, and a few weeks ago it started showing signs of major issues and then refused to start at all about a week ago- so we bought this Hyundai and the dealer- you guessed it- came and towed the old one away.  Anyway, you see my point about depreciation not really being a big factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The really crazy part is that when we talked trade-in the dealer ran Richard's old car through the system and we discovered that right before we bought it, it had been in a MAJOR accident!  I was horrified!  At the time there was no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carfax&lt;/span&gt;, and disclosure laws were just coming about so no laws were broken, but it was just so dishonest of Budget Car Sales to let a young family walk out the door with an unsafe car without so much as a warning.  Although the car looked good as new, there is no doubt in my mind that the impact to the engine caused loose connections and damage that resulted in our constantly having to worry and repair it.  I get mad again just thinking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, if you are driving a used car I would totally suggest getting it's history to be sure.  We are safe for now since Richard's car is new and I know the history of mine from new to me, but you can bet I will be vigilant about getting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; reports next time I buy a used car- which might be just a year or two from now.  Jack is about to turn fifteen, and he's already backing my car to the end of the driveway for me and studying his road rules booklet.  Yikes!  My plan is to save up for a new-used car for myself and pass my car on to him.  I sort of like the idea of a car that served three generations!  As for this Hyundai, my guess is that Richard will be ready for a new one in ten years, when the warranty finally expires- about the time Tucker is ready to drive....double yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-5301910035273297803?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/5301910035273297803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=5301910035273297803&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/5301910035273297803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/5301910035273297803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/new-wheels.html" title="New Wheels" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8dwMJjWSNM/T0q-HhN5p6I/AAAAAAAARvI/-OPPviKYYBY/s72-c/P1290934.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NQno8eip7ImA9WhVTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-8153938699168962351</id><published>2012-02-26T00:27:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T00:44:53.472-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-26T00:44:53.472-08:00</app:edited><title>Better When We're Together.</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbrBYNxUDI/T0ntr5-WJAI/AAAAAAAARtw/udhyMbxZ7Ms/s1600/Ben%2527s%2B2nd%2BBirthday%2B129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713358940848661506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbrBYNxUDI/T0ntr5-WJAI/AAAAAAAARtw/udhyMbxZ7Ms/s400/Ben%2527s%2B2nd%2BBirthday%2B129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNkjCpd1qyM/T0ntr8SsR1I/AAAAAAAARtk/SqANev6yFko/s1600/Ben%2527s%2B2nd%2BBirthday%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713358941470869330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNkjCpd1qyM/T0ntr8SsR1I/AAAAAAAARtk/SqANev6yFko/s400/Ben%2527s%2B2nd%2BBirthday%2B110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOCf-7yog00/T0ntrqocWhI/AAAAAAAARtc/QXZ6JwFBdGI/s1600/P1290829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713358936730262034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOCf-7yog00/T0ntrqocWhI/AAAAAAAARtc/QXZ6JwFBdGI/s400/P1290829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc6z7gQg2OU/T0ntrMvdZ7I/AAAAAAAARtQ/_yyuxN4w8EM/s1600/P1290796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713358928706627506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc6z7gQg2OU/T0ntrMvdZ7I/AAAAAAAARtQ/_yyuxN4w8EM/s400/P1290796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713362154690401906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLesn-KEGdg/T0nwm-d7VnI/AAAAAAAARuM/e0vh8t5FA80/s400/Ben%2527s%2B2nd%2BBirthday%2B192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713358921931469890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgM0y96zHbQ/T0ntqzgItEI/AAAAAAAARtE/u4IJTzmhXrI/s400/P1290764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the Jack Johnson song, It's always better when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/seZMOTGCDag" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-8153938699168962351?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/8153938699168962351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=8153938699168962351&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/8153938699168962351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/8153938699168962351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/better-when-were-together.html" title="Better When We're Together." /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbrBYNxUDI/T0ntr5-WJAI/AAAAAAAARtw/udhyMbxZ7Ms/s72-c/Ben%2527s%2B2nd%2BBirthday%2B129.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQXs6fyp7ImA9WhVTEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-5397120825394937020</id><published>2012-02-25T12:28:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T12:51:30.517-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-25T12:51:30.517-08:00</app:edited><title>Kissing Cousins</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBGZMdvCI9A/T0lE67MNq5I/AAAAAAAARsg/tQhH7TLVyxg/s1600/P1290780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713173381408205714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBGZMdvCI9A/T0lE67MNq5I/AAAAAAAARsg/tQhH7TLVyxg/s400/P1290780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful little lady is Riley.  She is the daughter of my cousin, which I believe makes her my second cousin.  I am not sure what that makes her to Tucker (third cousins?) but they really hit it off at Ben's Second Birthday Party.  For the first hour or so they played a bit, but it was when Tucker suddenly made her a note that said "I love you" that our eyebrows started to raise.  She giggled and played hard to get for a bit, then slowly came around and professed her love for him.  Us adults looked on in amusement, chuckling as we wondered which states their love was legal in!  At one point, I went to check on them in the playroom and found him helping her out of a crawl-through play tube.  "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whatcha&lt;/span&gt; doing, guys?" I asked, and as she smoothed her hair and her outfit she responded, "Well, he was saving me...because that's what people who are in love do.  They save each other!"  When I returned to the kitchen and shared this with her mother, she explained that Riley has seen a few too many princess movies!   These two continued to flirt and pass more and more intricate notes, which they started wrapping and tying with bows left over from the party gifts and favors.  They posed for a few pictures before they had to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQbvVn5S47Y/T0lE6bRcoyI/AAAAAAAARsU/SwYqg98cn6I/s1600/P1290883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713173372840223522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQbvVn5S47Y/T0lE6bRcoyI/AAAAAAAARsU/SwYqg98cn6I/s400/P1290883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps with our shady family tree and it's Kentucky hillbilly roots, inbreeding is inevitable.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-5397120825394937020?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/5397120825394937020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=5397120825394937020&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/5397120825394937020?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/5397120825394937020?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/kissing-cousins.html" title="Kissing Cousins" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBGZMdvCI9A/T0lE67MNq5I/AAAAAAAARsg/tQhH7TLVyxg/s72-c/P1290780.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHSHkzeip7ImA9WhRaGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6528221257806323082</id><published>2012-02-22T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T14:20:39.782-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T14:20:39.782-08:00</app:edited><title>Ben</title><content type="html">&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712084049277997442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA0UyJDnDIk/T0VmLcxj0YI/AAAAAAAARsI/RF-BG0lPyO4/s400/P1290755.JPG" /&gt;I finally got to spend some time with my nephew Ben last week on my trip to Illinois.  I figured I would be smitten, but this blue eyed boy had me at hello.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-en8mdf9ur3Q/T0VmK8y780I/AAAAAAAARr8/RlXOkpDHfbw/s1600/P1290758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712084040693838658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-en8mdf9ur3Q/T0VmK8y780I/AAAAAAAARr8/RlXOkpDHfbw/s400/P1290758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's cleaning the floor at Costco after he spilled his pretzels.  How cute is that?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHZkWMap2xc/T0VmJTSRZeI/AAAAAAAARrk/N4xLj3idWWQ/s1600/P1290731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712084012371109346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHZkWMap2xc/T0VmJTSRZeI/AAAAAAAARrk/N4xLj3idWWQ/s400/P1290731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These cousins sure look a lot alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_UJZyWzU5s/T0VmIvptrZI/AAAAAAAARrY/5UBEWgpQZQA/s1600/P1290748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712084002805755282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_UJZyWzU5s/T0VmIvptrZI/AAAAAAAARrY/5UBEWgpQZQA/s400/P1290748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss him already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6528221257806323082?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6528221257806323082/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6528221257806323082&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6528221257806323082?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6528221257806323082?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/ben.html" title="Ben" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA0UyJDnDIk/T0VmLcxj0YI/AAAAAAAARsI/RF-BG0lPyO4/s72-c/P1290755.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGQH09eip7ImA9WhRaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-2352485758413346291</id><published>2012-02-13T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:53:41.362-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T15:53:41.362-08:00</app:edited><title>Valentine Assembly Line</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like Tucker is well enough to try heading back to school tomorrow, just in time for Valentine fun!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OADDqicFJAc/TzmigS0GheI/AAAAAAAARrE/r4rFTYdg7q8/IMAG2315.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Av7tVavPy4M/Tzmig1fUNnI/AAAAAAAARrM/PtObJPKSRCo/IMAG2319.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-2352485758413346291?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/2352485758413346291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=2352485758413346291&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/2352485758413346291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/2352485758413346291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/valentine-assembly-line.html" title="Valentine Assembly Line" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OADDqicFJAc/TzmigS0GheI/AAAAAAAARrE/r4rFTYdg7q8/s72-c/IMAG2315.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MR3k5eSp7ImA9WhRaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-3634981182112622225</id><published>2012-02-12T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T18:09:46.721-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T18:09:46.721-08:00</app:edited><title>Crisis Averted</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM2qyvQEBtQ/TzhtJAYXHVI/AAAAAAAARrA/-xlTaCr2Yv4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708432529180532050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM2qyvQEBtQ/TzhtJAYXHVI/AAAAAAAARrA/-xlTaCr2Yv4/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess it was good for me to get my complaints down in writing, because shortly after posting about all that self-pity I worked out most of my issues.  I had grown really tired of trying to get things done while catering to a whining, sick, child while not feeling so hot myself, but then I realized I had it all backwards.  Instead of wishing my kid would stop being sick so I could work on my to-do list, I ignored my to-do list and worked on my sick kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uII8unJDQ2M/TzhtI_cHBCI/AAAAAAAARqs/F1rGf7yWU0w/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708432528927818786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uII8unJDQ2M/TzhtI_cHBCI/AAAAAAAARqs/F1rGf7yWU0w/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ignored the things I had meant to do today, none of which were actually crucial, and snuggled up on the couch with Tucker and watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VeggieTales&lt;/span&gt; all afternoon.  It made for a much calmer, much quieter house and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeT1kK67foY/TzhtIsw5bYI/AAAAAAAARqk/yIp6xjKReVM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708432523914734978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jeT1kK67foY/TzhtIsw5bYI/AAAAAAAARqk/yIp6xjKReVM/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even sick, Tucker can't help but groove when they sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3UkmUvpjg0/TzhtIYVqZMI/AAAAAAAARqY/IquaOuUUlMg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708432518431794370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3UkmUvpjg0/TzhtIYVqZMI/AAAAAAAARqY/IquaOuUUlMg/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it through without "cheating" on my eating as well.  I went online and ordered myself a new Primal cookbook.  I know myself well enough to know that it would bother me to quit something that I have just spent money on.  It would be a waste to quit now, what with that cookbook on the way....and I should come home from my trip to find the new cookbook waiting, with recipes to inspire me.  With that done, I made some fish and green beans, and had some strawberries to satisfy my sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brcsuwCgw6I/TzhtIERo5MI/AAAAAAAARqM/qkLFNHbbS2s/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708432513046209730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-brcsuwCgw6I/TzhtIERo5MI/AAAAAAAARqM/qkLFNHbbS2s/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for missing my husband, he has promised to slow down a bit on the overtime after this week, and he did take me out last night for dinner and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;.   We went to Islands, where I had the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rincon&lt;/span&gt;" which is the guacamole bacon burger- lettuce wrapped instead of on a bun, and with steamed veggies instead of fries. I have had a few people mention that they would like to see more of what I actually eat so I have been trying to remember to take more pictures with the intent to blog more, and I happened to remember at dinner and snap a few pictures.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-3634981182112622225?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/3634981182112622225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=3634981182112622225&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/3634981182112622225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/3634981182112622225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/crisis-averted.html" title="Crisis Averted" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM2qyvQEBtQ/TzhtJAYXHVI/AAAAAAAARrA/-xlTaCr2Yv4/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AEQHszeSp7ImA9WhRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-7230371535423535802</id><published>2012-02-12T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:48:21.581-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T12:48:21.581-08:00</app:edited><title>Status</title><content type="html">Sick, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt; self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop has a virus, rendered unusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband working OT as usual, money is nice but feel like a single mom with a fat child support check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, single moms get weekend breaks.  Feel like widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight loss plateau causing serious doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want some peace and quiet and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not cheated or quit diet since I started in October, but thinking about it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see the point.  Cons seem to outweigh pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat and happy looking like better and better credo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on for a few more days, hoping upcoming trip will cheer me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-7230371535423535802?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/7230371535423535802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=7230371535423535802&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7230371535423535802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7230371535423535802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/status.html" title="Status" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIASXwzeCp7ImA9WhRbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-7197008127178524821</id><published>2012-02-08T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:42:28.280-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T10:42:28.280-08:00</app:edited><title>Lighten Up</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhS7ROhN1o/TzLCCdS58jI/AAAAAAAARqA/4wB7_kpgGEg/s1600/lu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706837025311289906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhS7ROhN1o/TzLCCdS58jI/AAAAAAAARqA/4wB7_kpgGEg/s400/lu.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant to pick a word or phrase or goal of some sort to concentrate on for 2012, I really did. I thought about it a bit but couldn't really come up with anything that struck me, and then suddenly it was 2012 and I thought some more and pretty much gave up as time got away from me. Now, almost six weeks into the new year, I hit upon what, to me, feels like the perfect theme for this relatively new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lighten up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for 2012 are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;lighten up&lt;/em&gt; physically, weighing less at the end of the year than I did at the start. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;lighten up&lt;/em&gt; my surroundings. I tend to be minimal, my husband leans toward hoarding, and I am finally reaching a peace about that. We are compromising on what it's okay to hoard (books and pottery) and what it's not (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; and old clothes and useless crap) and doing some spring cleaning. Basically, my new, lighter philosophy is that if we are going to surround ourselves with things, they should only be things we are truly inspired by or really need, and I'm trying to &lt;em&gt;lighten up&lt;/em&gt; my surroundings with more color and a brighter vibe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;lighten up&lt;/em&gt; my soul, my spirit, my mood, my days, to play more and worry less, to garden and dance and craft and love and breathe in sunshine and seek out my authentic self underneath these heavy layers of worry, stress, and insecurity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-7197008127178524821?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/7197008127178524821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=7197008127178524821&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7197008127178524821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7197008127178524821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/lighten-up.html" title="Lighten Up" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ovhS7ROhN1o/TzLCCdS58jI/AAAAAAAARqA/4wB7_kpgGEg/s72-c/lu.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBSH08fyp7ImA9WhRbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-1769991793411208979</id><published>2012-02-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:59:19.377-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T09:59:19.377-08:00</app:edited><title>I AM</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieGkTCfcuZE/TzATpRqV20I/AAAAAAAARp0/w2guyDdTfew/s1600/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706082327714978626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieGkTCfcuZE/TzATpRqV20I/AAAAAAAARp0/w2guyDdTfew/s400/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched this documentary this weekend (it was featured on &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/own-super-soul-sunday/About-Super-Soul-Sunday"&gt;Super Soul Sunday&lt;/a&gt;) and I highly recommend it! It's called I&lt;a href="http://www.iamthedoc.com/"&gt; AM&lt;/a&gt;, and it really explores human nature in an interesting light. I found it really eye opening, and when it was over I felt inspired to live with less, love more, and think more. You can watch a preview and find more information on the film &lt;a href="http://www.iamthedoc.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-1769991793411208979?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/1769991793411208979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=1769991793411208979&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/1769991793411208979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/1769991793411208979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/02/i-am.html" title="I AM" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieGkTCfcuZE/TzATpRqV20I/AAAAAAAARp0/w2guyDdTfew/s72-c/poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQ3c5eCp7ImA9WhRUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-2256154120417196360</id><published>2012-01-30T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:15:22.920-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T12:15:22.920-08:00</app:edited><title>Chili</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDJaSAxl3yg/Tyb41e6ZKQI/AAAAAAAARpo/T5JLM-zSRrg/s1600/ch%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703519575826049282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDJaSAxl3yg/Tyb41e6ZKQI/AAAAAAAARpo/T5JLM-zSRrg/s400/ch%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday I made some bean-free chili. Several pounds of ground beef, bell peppers, garlic and onion all fried up, drained, and put in the crockpot with a can of beef broth, a can of tomato sauce, and a few cans of spicy diced tomatoes along with some chili powder. I served it with sour cream, cheese, diced onions, and even Fritos for those that wanted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf4ih8ROewY/Tyb40xLeVDI/AAAAAAAARpc/mNyE417__oQ/s1600/ch%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703519563549660210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf4ih8ROewY/Tyb40xLeVDI/AAAAAAAARpc/mNyE417__oQ/s400/ch%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was pretty good stuff. I am so used to putting beans in my chili that I just didn't think this would turn out, but actually you don't even miss the beans one bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and as of this morning....274. 36 pounds lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-2256154120417196360?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/2256154120417196360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=2256154120417196360&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/2256154120417196360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/2256154120417196360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/chili.html" title="Chili" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDJaSAxl3yg/Tyb41e6ZKQI/AAAAAAAARpo/T5JLM-zSRrg/s72-c/ch%2B002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMER3o5cCp7ImA9WhRUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6091905397519219967</id><published>2012-01-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:13:26.428-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T21:13:26.428-08:00</app:edited><title>Tucker at the Zoo</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiGduRCxLGw/TyYUMMHjpgI/AAAAAAAARo8/dhLyzL-xao4/s1600/ch%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703268177755219458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiGduRCxLGw/TyYUMMHjpgI/AAAAAAAARo8/dhLyzL-xao4/s400/ch%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack had archery class today, which is near the zoo, and Richard was off working overtime (again) so Tucker and I hit the zoo together to kill some time waiting for Jack. Here he is posing in front of the camels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiC3737iqCI/TyYUL9HslCI/AAAAAAAARos/cBsmW6xWz5o/s1600/ch%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703268173729272866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiC3737iqCI/TyYUL9HslCI/AAAAAAAARos/cBsmW6xWz5o/s400/ch%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np33QDDlmhA/TyYT208MxUI/AAAAAAAARog/etE0OXmJLkI/s1600/ch%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703267810756314434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np33QDDlmhA/TyYT208MxUI/AAAAAAAARog/etE0OXmJLkI/s400/ch%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Totally amused by rolling pictures of animal parts to create new creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poYe41tl89w/TyYT2t_-BDI/AAAAAAAARoU/QbOM4AHaN0U/s1600/ch%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703267808893076530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poYe41tl89w/TyYT2t_-BDI/AAAAAAAARoU/QbOM4AHaN0U/s400/ch%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1PlIaQYi0g/TyYT2JQwRaI/AAAAAAAARoI/5xv_EOqlM4A/s1600/ch%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703267799031367074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1PlIaQYi0g/TyYT2JQwRaI/AAAAAAAARoI/5xv_EOqlM4A/s400/ch%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He played a bit on a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpAj23Yv6i4/TyYT12ZWqJI/AAAAAAAARn8/42qaOPKRDOs/s1600/ch%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703267793967163538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpAj23Yv6i4/TyYT12ZWqJI/AAAAAAAARn8/42qaOPKRDOs/s400/ch%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The highlight ending was a viewing of the 4D Happy Feet short film, followed by a ride back to the exit on the Skyfari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. 274.8, which brings us to over 35 pounds lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6091905397519219967?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6091905397519219967/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6091905397519219967&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6091905397519219967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6091905397519219967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/tucker-at-zoo.html" title="Tucker at the Zoo" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hiGduRCxLGw/TyYUMMHjpgI/AAAAAAAARo8/dhLyzL-xao4/s72-c/ch%2B015.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGQ3Y8fCp7ImA9WhRUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6078180960480179776</id><published>2012-01-27T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:35:22.874-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T08:35:22.874-08:00</app:edited><title>Cupcake Cutie</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHxdtWTMQ-o/TyLQNczE-jI/AAAAAAAAQyM/D-brylxmJuw/s1600/bj%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702349007691774514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHxdtWTMQ-o/TyLQNczE-jI/AAAAAAAAQyM/D-brylxmJuw/s400/bj%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just sorting through some pics from a few weeks ago. This one is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-haircut, at a wrestling tournament where the school was selling cupcakes. Too cute not to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6078180960480179776?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6078180960480179776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6078180960480179776&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6078180960480179776?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6078180960480179776?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/cupcake-cutie.html" title="Cupcake Cutie" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHxdtWTMQ-o/TyLQNczE-jI/AAAAAAAAQyM/D-brylxmJuw/s72-c/bj%2B024.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGQXo5eCp7ImA9WhRUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6082899978469821856</id><published>2012-01-26T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:12:00.420-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T11:12:00.420-08:00</app:edited><title>Caulifower Pizza Crust</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLowWMYBJBk/TyGc9ofZgQI/AAAAAAAAQx0/dMhfdIeKXiw/s1600/jy%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702011185882824962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLowWMYBJBk/TyGc9ofZgQI/AAAAAAAAQx0/dMhfdIeKXiw/s400/jy%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, the beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cauliflower&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhsI7gEmBqA/TyGc9S__LMI/AAAAAAAAQxo/NEge7QX2eFU/s1600/jy%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702011180113931458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhsI7gEmBqA/TyGc9S__LMI/AAAAAAAAQxo/NEge7QX2eFU/s400/jy%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am more and more smitten with this wonder food. My love for it expounded exponentially when I discovered it can be used to make pizza crust. My friend Anna sent me a link to a &lt;a href="http://www.eat-drink-smile.com/2011/04/cauliflower-crust-pizza.html"&gt;cauliflower pizza crust recipe &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;a href="http://www.eat-drink-smile.com/"&gt;Eat. Drink. Smile&lt;/a&gt;, saying she saw it and thought of me. I love that people think of me when cauliflower they see. At any rate, of course I had to try it right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q1nbK04u6M/TyGc8xRTqRI/AAAAAAAAQxc/PQwTmf8Diys/s1600/jy%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702011171059771666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q1nbK04u6M/TyGc8xRTqRI/AAAAAAAAQxc/PQwTmf8Diys/s400/jy%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I chopped up my cauliflower into smallish chunks and threw them in the Ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7CVon3PwsM/TyGY98vI7jI/AAAAAAAAQwU/pVCfGrKjh-U/s1600/jy%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702006793271045682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7CVon3PwsM/TyGY98vI7jI/AAAAAAAAQwU/pVCfGrKjh-U/s400/jy%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I then pulsed the raw chunks in my Ninja (you could use any food processor) so that it was "riced". That means as near to the consistency of rice as you can get it. You can actually microwave riced cauliflower and use it in place of rice in stir fries or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLT9xGMRhlQ/TyGY9oSJ0YI/AAAAAAAAQwI/laj73fqdy5E/s1600/jy%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702006787780759938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLT9xGMRhlQ/TyGY9oSJ0YI/AAAAAAAAQwI/laj73fqdy5E/s400/jy%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine was more like couscous than rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR-9hVfheQg/TyGY9alu6XI/AAAAAAAAQv8/q3Uw40znG2I/s1600/jy%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702006784104786290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR-9hVfheQg/TyGY9alu6XI/AAAAAAAAQv8/q3Uw40znG2I/s400/jy%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I threw the riced cauliflower in the microwave and mixed my cheese, oregano, salt, garlic, and eggs, then added the cooked, riced cauliflower and mixed some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3CZ_Q2ojBw/TyGY9AgcsfI/AAAAAAAAQvw/chyNJGVZebs/s1600/jy%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702006777103299058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3CZ_Q2ojBw/TyGY9AgcsfI/AAAAAAAAQvw/chyNJGVZebs/s400/jy%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't have any spray oil but I greased my pan with coconut oil, then patted out my crusts. I made a double recipe, which is why there are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_BbLZh4NvM/TyGYQDRoE9I/AAAAAAAAQvg/H1GzGt5VUsU/s1600/jy%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702006004752323538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_BbLZh4NvM/TyGYQDRoE9I/AAAAAAAAQvg/H1GzGt5VUsU/s400/jy%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It sort of reminded me of a hash brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wj3MnKvzsbo/TyGYPxYyJcI/AAAAAAAAQvY/ASeSyZm7YEs/s1600/jy%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702005999950505410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wj3MnKvzsbo/TyGYPxYyJcI/AAAAAAAAQvY/ASeSyZm7YEs/s400/jy%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what they look like after they cooked. Mine were a little burnt onto the pan. My oven seems to cook hot, and I must admit new pans are long overdue, so I would definitely blame my equipment and not any alteration to the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGuJRVpAZcI/TyGYPp8EKCI/AAAAAAAAQvM/fsMtQ06hKFg/s1600/jy%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702005997951002658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGuJRVpAZcI/TyGYPp8EKCI/AAAAAAAAQvM/fsMtQ06hKFg/s400/jy%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only way I really varied from the directions was that because my crust was a little burnt I was wary of putting it back in the broiler to melt the cheese because I figure that would just burn them on worse. Instead, I carefully scraped the crusts off the pan and onto plates, applied my toppings, and stuck them in the microwave. Broiling would have given me a nicer browning on the cheese, but the microwave worked well enough. The above pizza was topped with pesto sauce and goat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boWZh80uCdM/TyGYPRrxzmI/AAAAAAAAQvA/F1P8PkqYfgI/s1600/jy%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702005991440240226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boWZh80uCdM/TyGYPRrxzmI/AAAAAAAAQvA/F1P8PkqYfgI/s400/jy%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was simple tomato sauce (I read several labels making sure there was no sugar or chemicals thrown in!) and a high-quality &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who hasn't had a slice of pizza since September it was awesome. Even the husband and kids (who dined on "normal" pizza but each had some tastes of mine) thought it wasn't bad. I will definitely be trying this again, and hopefully they will be a little prettier next time. It was surprising how little you can taste the cauliflower. It really is a wonder food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6082899978469821856?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6082899978469821856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6082899978469821856&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6082899978469821856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6082899978469821856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/caulifower-pizza-crust.html" title="Caulifower Pizza Crust" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLowWMYBJBk/TyGc9ofZgQI/AAAAAAAAQx0/dMhfdIeKXiw/s72-c/jy%2B002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQHg9fip7ImA9WhRUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-8082126493706176138</id><published>2012-01-25T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:55:41.666-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T16:55:41.666-08:00</app:edited><title>What Fresh Hell</title><content type="html">It's been a hellish 24 hours. My sister was admitted to the emergency room yesterday with stroke-like symptoms. She wasn't feeling well and then was having trouble with verbal expression and numbness in extremities, among other things. I spent a rough night, trying to keep busy, up and pacing and trying to lose myself in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for news, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; and talking with my mom, sister, and best friend, and crying to my husband. I finally fell asleep, and shortly after I woke this morning I got the glorious news that she was back to her old self. I spent today trying to busy myself as I waited for a diagnosis and prognosis. From what I gather, the best medical guess right now is that it was a freak massive migraine that mimicked stroke symptoms. She is being released to the care of her primary physician and being sent home from the hospital. I cannot begin to express how glad I am that she's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I was a machine all day, but the minute I heard she was going to be fine I sat down to take a deep breath, suddenly felt ill and hot, and sure enough I have a 102 degree fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-8082126493706176138?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/8082126493706176138/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=8082126493706176138&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/8082126493706176138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/8082126493706176138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/what-fresh-hell.html" title="What Fresh Hell" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHSXo8eCp7ImA9WhRUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-229105797471828521</id><published>2012-01-24T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:58:58.470-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T15:58:58.470-08:00</app:edited><title>Super Soul Sunday</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZepsAs-31A/Tx9BgGuR-6I/AAAAAAAAQu0/q5fCHwk-kgQ/s1600/sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701347673090685858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZepsAs-31A/Tx9BgGuR-6I/AAAAAAAAQu0/q5fCHwk-kgQ/s400/sss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may recall, I stopped drinking the Oprah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;-aid for a while because I just wasn't impressed with a lot of the OWN programming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her new &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/own-super-soul-sunday/super-soul-sunday.html"&gt;Super Soul Sunday&lt;/a&gt; show has got me back on board. I first tuned in last week to see her interview with &lt;a href="http://drjilltaylor.com/"&gt;Dr. Jill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Botle&lt;/span&gt; Taylor&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neuroanatomist&lt;/span&gt; who had a stroke that changed her life and her entire thought process and outlook. It was a pretty inspiring story, so I set my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; to tape each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, amongst other guests, Oprah spoke with &lt;a href="http://www.drwaynedyer.com/"&gt;Dr. Wayne Dyer&lt;/a&gt;. I have blogged in the past about how much Dr. Dyer's philosophies resonate with me. I watched the interview on the edge of my seat, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, having a-ha moments one after another and feeling like Wayne Dyer can somehow see inside my head, inside my soul, and speak straight to my heart. Oprah joked at the end of the interview that she could talk to him all day, and that maybe someday they should do "a day with Wayne Dyer" and boy, I wish she would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a peek at the topic for next week, and was excited to see that she will be speaking with &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/"&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/a&gt;, author of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Pray-Love-Everything-Indonesia/dp/0670034711"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/a&gt; and another personal favorite of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Soul Sunday airs on the OWN network Sundays at 8:00 a.m. and 12:00 p.m. ET/PT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-229105797471828521?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/229105797471828521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=229105797471828521&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/229105797471828521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/229105797471828521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/super-soul-sunday.html" title="Super Soul Sunday" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZepsAs-31A/Tx9BgGuR-6I/AAAAAAAAQu0/q5fCHwk-kgQ/s72-c/sss.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHSXkzeCp7ImA9WhRUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-4013059141428571538</id><published>2012-01-21T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:38:58.780-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T11:38:58.780-08:00</app:edited><title>276.6</title><content type="html">I'm at 33.4 (thirty three point four) pounds lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the little milestones I have reached so far and how reaching them helps keep me motivated, so I decided to keep a virtual list of milestones so I can cross them off as I reach them and focus on the next one- because a goal that's a few pounds away is much easier to concentrate on than one that's over a hundred pounds away. I did a little math, looked a few things up, and came up with the list that you should now see in the sidebar to the right. In creating the list, I spent some time studying BMI charts and I realized that somewhere around 278, sometime in the last week or so, my BMI went below 40 which means I am no longer considered "morbidly obese"- I'm just regular ole obese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-4013059141428571538?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/4013059141428571538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=4013059141428571538&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/4013059141428571538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/4013059141428571538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/2766.html" title="276.6" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQXY8cCp7ImA9WhRUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-1603809742905732891</id><published>2012-01-20T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:21:00.878-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T18:21:00.878-08:00</app:edited><title>The Story</title><content type="html">I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o8pQLtHTPaI" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, I love it, I love it. It is exactly how I feel about my husband. Every word is perfect, every line reminds me of us. I definitely have lots of stories from my pre-Richard wild days, I broke a lot of rules (still do every now and again), I was beyond flat broke when I met him and he made me feel like a million bucks, I have never been able to keep a straight face and be serious when trying to profess my romantic love, my head is often a mess, and nobody knows me, gets me, or tolerates me like Richard. He even claims to love my crazy, so clearly I was made for him. I know it's cheesy, but this song makes me weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;br /&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;You do&lt;br /&gt;I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know what&lt;br /&gt;I've been through like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;br /&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;br /&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-1603809742905732891?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/1603809742905732891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=1603809742905732891&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/1603809742905732891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/1603809742905732891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/story.html" title="The Story" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/o8pQLtHTPaI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFQXg-cCp7ImA9WhRUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6853308526842211635</id><published>2012-01-20T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:00:10.658-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T08:00:10.658-08:00</app:edited><title>Chicken Nuggets</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbTk_tlKM2s/TxhzYbBSwbI/AAAAAAAAQHw/Gl_jFP6rP8w/s1600/IMAG2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699432191844598194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbTk_tlKM2s/TxhzYbBSwbI/AAAAAAAAQHw/Gl_jFP6rP8w/s400/IMAG2185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always on the lookout for new paleo/primal recipes to keep things interesting, and I especially love kid-friendly recipes. I tried the &lt;a href="http://mariahealth.blogspot.com/2012/01/chicken-nuggets.html"&gt;chicken nugget recipe&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://mariahealth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria's Nutritious and Delicious Journal&lt;/a&gt; and it was a big hit with everyone. It uses almond flour instead of the traditional wheat, and it was easy and delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6853308526842211635?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6853308526842211635/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6853308526842211635&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6853308526842211635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6853308526842211635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/chicken-nuggets.html" title="Chicken Nuggets" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbTk_tlKM2s/TxhzYbBSwbI/AAAAAAAAQHw/Gl_jFP6rP8w/s72-c/IMAG2185.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECRnYycCp7ImA9WhRUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6567208075125630976</id><published>2012-01-19T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:07:47.898-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T12:07:47.898-08:00</app:edited><title>277.6</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzxGOK32oU4/Txh1RFop09I/AAAAAAAAQIU/j9o0UGX_qy0/s1600/IMAG2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699434264868279250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzxGOK32oU4/Txh1RFop09I/AAAAAAAAQIU/j9o0UGX_qy0/s400/IMAG2243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up to 32.4 pounds lost, and I really want to start getting some exercise in. I want to speed up my loss, I want to be strong and capable, and I have heard that I am less likely to have loose skin after weight loss if I exercise- and since I have only lost 32 pounds so far and I can already see skin sag that is certainly a concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I promised myself I would start by going to the fitness center at least once this week, and I did that this morning. In total I walked 1.5 miles on a slight incline and then did a 3 mile "random hill" bike ride. I'm having some back and knee pain now, but nothing I can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to aim for two workouts next week, and focus more on strength than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6567208075125630976?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6567208075125630976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6567208075125630976&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6567208075125630976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6567208075125630976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/2776.html" title="277.6" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzxGOK32oU4/Txh1RFop09I/AAAAAAAAQIU/j9o0UGX_qy0/s72-c/IMAG2243.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGQHY8fSp7ImA9WhRUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-9132162498185777259</id><published>2012-01-19T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:45:21.875-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T11:45:21.875-08:00</app:edited><title>Last Weekend</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2MjlYLHCI4/TxhhFkemR0I/AAAAAAAAQHk/O0KUAbMXK0o/s1600/IMAG2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699412076756617026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2MjlYLHCI4/TxhhFkemR0I/AAAAAAAAQHk/O0KUAbMXK0o/s400/IMAG2206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is Thursday and I am just now pulling pics off my phone from the weekend, but better late that never. I spent most of Saturday at a wrestling tournament, where Jack got to actually wrestle for the first time. He lost, but did a great job. You can see him above getting ready to wrestle, in his singlet with his shorts still on in the center of the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite stand-up moments is this bit from Eddie Murphy, in which he talks about being a little kid and wanting a McDonald's hamburger, and his mom telling him she could make him McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rvoBCr7E5qo" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I responded to my teenager's desire for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starbuck's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frappucino&lt;/span&gt; with "You want a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frappucino&lt;/span&gt;? I'll make you a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frappucino&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAI48D8a4z8/TxhgtcXqW1I/AAAAAAAAQGw/xG8wH6AVyGk/s1600/IMAG2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699411662263180114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAI48D8a4z8/TxhgtcXqW1I/AAAAAAAAQGw/xG8wH6AVyGk/s400/IMAG2237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saved some strong leftover coffee from Richard's pot and stuck it in the fridge, and then put about two cups of ice, a cup of coffee, about half a cup of heavy cream, a few spoonfuls of sugar, and a good long squirt of chocolate syrup in the ninja, blended until smooth, and topped with some homemade whipped cream (heavy whipping cream and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splenda&lt;/span&gt; or powdered sugar) and a drizzle of chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyuNtuh2DR8/TxhgtCTcHiI/AAAAAAAAQGo/YA4smzNjd50/s1600/IMAG2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699411655266147874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyuNtuh2DR8/TxhgtCTcHiI/AAAAAAAAQGo/YA4smzNjd50/s400/IMAG2236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't drink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frappucinos&lt;/span&gt;, so we will just have to take his word for it, but Jack tells me mine was better than the ones he pays five bucks a pop for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jRKOYiEoT8/Txhgs6CAJlI/AAAAAAAAQGc/lQLcg7qfWXU/s1600/IMAG2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699411653045528146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jRKOYiEoT8/Txhgs6CAJlI/AAAAAAAAQGc/lQLcg7qfWXU/s400/IMAG2233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday found us stretching our legs at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chollas&lt;/span&gt; Lake, where we walked the loop and stopped several times along the lakeside path to feed our old bread ends to the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40LRZ-4OlCg/TxhhFBM3ZgI/AAAAAAAAQHM/I0__icOlknA/s1600/IMAG2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699412067287000578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40LRZ-4OlCg/TxhhFBM3ZgI/AAAAAAAAQHM/I0__icOlknA/s400/IMAG2231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You'll notice that I tend to keep a little distance between myself and birds. Birds creep me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MveCUQFUkKc/Txhgtm7jIDI/AAAAAAAAQHA/7PLFLLZXLiM/s1600/IMAG2239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699411665098055730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MveCUQFUkKc/Txhgtm7jIDI/AAAAAAAAQHA/7PLFLLZXLiM/s400/IMAG2239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday was a school holiday, and I used it to run some errands with the kids, which included a haircut for Tucker. I always let my kids pick their haircuts. I think it's a good way to encourage self-expression and it's not a battle worth fighting since even the worst haircuts always grow back. Tucker asks for this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;-hawk hairdo every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-9132162498185777259?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/9132162498185777259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=9132162498185777259&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/9132162498185777259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/9132162498185777259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/last-weekend.html" title="Last Weekend" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2MjlYLHCI4/TxhhFkemR0I/AAAAAAAAQHk/O0KUAbMXK0o/s72-c/IMAG2206.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGRHk8cCp7ImA9WhRVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6282105032098653586</id><published>2012-01-16T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:33:45.778-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T14:33:45.778-08:00</app:edited><title>278.8</title><content type="html">I hit a little plateau and was getting very frustrated, stuck at 279- but today I weighed in at 278.8 which brings me to a 31.2 pound loss so far, and with over 31 pounds lost since my start weight of 310 in early October I have now lost over ten percent of my original body weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a big milestone for me, and the way I see it I can also say I am 20% (one fifth) of the way to ideal weight. For my height (about five ten) I think an absolute ideal fantasy goal for me is to be in the 150 to 160 range, so let's say 155. 155 is exactly half of 310, which means I needed to lose half myself- I need to lose 155 to be 155. 31 pounds is 20% of 155.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6282105032098653586?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6282105032098653586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6282105032098653586&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6282105032098653586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6282105032098653586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/2788.html" title="278.8" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQXoycSp7ImA9WhRVFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-6197358434323720157</id><published>2012-01-12T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:40:30.499-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T14:40:30.499-08:00</app:edited><title>My Eyes Are Bigger Than My Stomach</title><content type="html">When I started dieting in October I was a size 28+. A few pair of my bigger jeans got too big, along with my favorite lounge pants from Target and a few dresses so I sold them on eBay with the thought that I could buy a few things in the next size down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was running a ton of errands, and while I was at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; I grabbed a pair of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cargos&lt;/span&gt; in a size 26. While I was at Target, I noticed that the same favorite pants I had just sold were on sale. The ones I sold were plus size 4. I started to get a size 3, then thought maybe I should get a 2 as motivation to lose more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I tried my items on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size 26 cargo pants have to go back because they are too big. I can pull them down without unbuttoning them, so they will be going back. I assumed the size 2 pants would be too small and was totally stoked when they ended up fitting just fine already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That totally made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-6197358434323720157?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/6197358434323720157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=6197358434323720157&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6197358434323720157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/6197358434323720157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/my-eyes-are-bigger-than-my-stomach.html" title="My Eyes Are Bigger Than My Stomach" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQ307fyp7ImA9WhRVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-7478704881174153504</id><published>2012-01-10T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:39:22.307-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T13:39:22.307-08:00</app:edited><title>Jack and Mom Time</title><content type="html">Richard has been back at work over a week now and Tucker went back to school yesterday, but Jack doesn't go back until Thursday so he and I have three days with just the two of us. He still has practice every afternoon, but we've been trying to fit in some mom-and-Jack quality time before that each day. Yesterday we went to the mall. We wandered shoe stores, looking at what kind of options he has in a size 14 (not many) and then we had brownies (we saved our "weekend treat" for that) at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; Bread (eh. Target has better brownies for half the price. Lesson learned) and then we went to the sports store and he got new wrestling shoes. This morning the two of us went to the zoo and hammed it up for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRLEkzqAKCQ/TwytPG7R3DI/AAAAAAAAQGQ/V7SIVMoceMA/s1600/cig%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696118103785724978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRLEkzqAKCQ/TwytPG7R3DI/AAAAAAAAQGQ/V7SIVMoceMA/s400/cig%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The warrior Jack and his trusty mount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMAr2LS0HR0/TwytOpSVarI/AAAAAAAAQGE/VaruNEgJIXE/s1600/cig%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696118095829363378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMAr2LS0HR0/TwytOpSVarI/AAAAAAAAQGE/VaruNEgJIXE/s400/cig%2B090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good morning, Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj3ScnlmlMY/TwytOSb-LCI/AAAAAAAAQF4/pSUd1eCMyQA/s1600/cig%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696118089695767586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj3ScnlmlMY/TwytOSb-LCI/AAAAAAAAQF4/pSUd1eCMyQA/s400/cig%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing says mother and son like a trip to the zoo's tar pits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are back at home and I am enhancing Jack's classical education with a showing of Children of the Corn. my first pick was Dirty Dancing but he vetoed that. Who would imagine that a teenage boy wouldn't want to watch an eighties movie full of young romance, sultry dancing, and passion with his mom? Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we are planning on an early morning workout together at our fitness center followed by a movie marathon, and after that it's back to the grind for Jack. Of course, the day Jack goes back begins Richard's days off, then it's the weekend and the kids are home, and Monday is Martin Luther King day so it's a school holiday....so next Tuesday I should finally get a day to myself for the first time in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-7478704881174153504?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/7478704881174153504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=7478704881174153504&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7478704881174153504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7478704881174153504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/jack-and-mom-time.html" title="Jack and Mom Time" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRLEkzqAKCQ/TwytPG7R3DI/AAAAAAAAQGQ/V7SIVMoceMA/s72-c/cig%2B088.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAFQXo9eyp7ImA9WhRVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-7924729228883144753</id><published>2012-01-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:25:10.463-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T13:25:10.463-08:00</app:edited><title>Sunday Outing</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGYpaTxMvEw/TwyrVwnhrqI/AAAAAAAAQFs/p5Vw-Op4sFo/s1600/cig%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696116019033124514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGYpaTxMvEw/TwyrVwnhrqI/AAAAAAAAQFs/p5Vw-Op4sFo/s400/cig%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday Jack had an archery lesson to attend (one of two lessons I got for him through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Groupon&lt;/span&gt;) and since it was in a field quite near our zoo, the rest of us decided to hit the zoo for an hour or two while he was there. We wandered the reptile house and then let Tucker play at their playground a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DucLgzuNVrY/TwyrViBHkPI/AAAAAAAAQFg/Gt6kpkqg4Z4/s1600/cig%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696116015113933042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DucLgzuNVrY/TwyrViBHkPI/AAAAAAAAQFg/Gt6kpkqg4Z4/s400/cig%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He tried his hand at the little rock climbing wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUloZLlLGwo/TwyrVNF2EnI/AAAAAAAAQFU/m-9wloIaE9g/s1600/cig%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696116009496613490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUloZLlLGwo/TwyrVNF2EnI/AAAAAAAAQFU/m-9wloIaE9g/s400/cig%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sat and watched and enjoyed the sunny morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8Kn-xxInl0/Twyq-dco0NI/AAAAAAAAQFE/DzmjNOh48k8/s1600/cig%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696115618750189778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8Kn-xxInl0/Twyq-dco0NI/AAAAAAAAQFE/DzmjNOh48k8/s400/cig%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, we spent a little time at the petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWL--tshRRk/Twyq9xQWodI/AAAAAAAAQE4/I8adgXrRF4Q/s1600/cig%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696115606887506386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWL--tshRRk/Twyq9xQWodI/AAAAAAAAQE4/I8adgXrRF4Q/s400/cig%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that we wandered over to the bug house before heading back to the archery field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTh7Xsm-SwY/Twyq9VX1ZyI/AAAAAAAAQEs/Jo4hQ1aXjw8/s1600/cig%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696115599402690338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTh7Xsm-SwY/Twyq9VX1ZyI/AAAAAAAAQEs/Jo4hQ1aXjw8/s400/cig%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got back to Jack just in time for me to get a few shots of him finishing up the lesson. You can see him here in the red long sleeve tee, doing some target shooting. He had a great time and is looking forward to his next lesson at the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-7924729228883144753?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/7924729228883144753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=7924729228883144753&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7924729228883144753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/7924729228883144753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/sunday-outing.html" title="Sunday Outing" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGYpaTxMvEw/TwyrVwnhrqI/AAAAAAAAQFs/p5Vw-Op4sFo/s72-c/cig%2B045.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFRHs7cSp7ImA9WhRbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089680278482669757.post-3298584451717219392</id><published>2012-01-09T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:50:15.509-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T19:50:15.509-08:00</app:edited><title>Books 2012</title><content type="html">I ended up reading 26 &lt;a href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2011/03/books-2011.html"&gt;Books in 2011&lt;/a&gt;. That's a book every two weeks- not bad but definitely something I can improve upon this year. I used to read at least twice that, back before kids and reality tv and World of Warcraft came along! The best book of the year for me was definitely, without a doubt, The Hunger Games Trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my first book of 2012 today, and so begins a new list for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Everything-Need-Learned-Dungeons-Dragons/dp/0786957751/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1326153716&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Everything I Need to Know I Learned From Dungeons and Dragons, by Shelly Mazzanoble&lt;/a&gt; - my husband picked this one for me. It was an easy read and light hearted, but I found it to be a stretch and the plotlines a little too scattered and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cell-Publisher-Scribner-Stephen-King/dp/B004TG5LZ0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1328286015&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Cell by Stephen King&lt;/a&gt; - creepy and definitely a page turner, but I felt there was still a lot unanswered at the end. Who? What? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stolen-Life-Memoir-Jaycee-Dugard/dp/1451629184/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1328286469&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Stolen Life by Jaycee Dugard&lt;/a&gt; - What a horrific story. The kind of story that gets in your head and you think maybe it would have been better to have gone your whole life not knowing there were people like that out there. Between this and the Stephen King book I read before it, it is definitely time for something lighter and brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Know-Movie-Vintage-Contemporaries/dp/0307948560/ref=sr_1_sc_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1328286717&amp;amp;sr=8-3-spell"&gt;I Don't Know How She Does It by Allison Pearson&lt;/a&gt; - This book was just what I needed. Light, funny, and full of a lot of truth. It's about a busy career mom, but I found so much I could relate to and actually am quite inspired to be more organized with my time and pay more attention to my kids. I hadn't heard of it before I snagged the book at the library's used book store, but it's also a recent movie with Sarah Jessica Parker (which I am watching on ppv as I type this). This book showed me I need to read more chic lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Second-Chance-Jane-Green/dp/0452289440/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1328586575&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Second Chance by Jane Green&lt;/a&gt; - This was a sort of "big chill" story where a group of old friends is reunited by tragedy, It was a quick read, nothing life-changing, but I liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;See the whole story of the Whole Jenny at www.thewholejenny.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089680278482669757-3298584451717219392?l=www.thewholejenny.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/feeds/3298584451717219392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089680278482669757&amp;postID=3298584451717219392&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/3298584451717219392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089680278482669757/posts/default/3298584451717219392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thewholejenny.com/2012/01/books-2012.html" title="Books 2012" /><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692678638783793404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nDZP6SURmI/SmAnH6bG2II/AAAAAAAACso/AwKZkoNypFQ/S220/mn+138.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

