<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:24:12.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in my Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8546071430646982089</id><published>2008-10-06T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:57:04.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Traveller heads out again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all this time, I should be used to my husband's departures.  Alas, it is not so.  John flies out Wednesday morning for recruiting trip #2.  This time he is away for just over 3 weeks.  On the plus side we now can webcam each other.  John John loves being able to physically see him, and his surroundings.  It makes it a little easier.  However we still miss him and not having him part of the daily routine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next weekend John John and I are venturing to the in-laws.  We shall celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving with them.  I'm not sure what exactly John John has planned.  He usually tries to do his favourite things like car rides and going to the mall with grandma.  I am planning on meeting my sister for lunch on Saturday.  Kingston-Toronto is just over 2 hours, so we are having lunch at a midway point.  It will be nice to visit with her.  Canadian Thanksgiving, even after 16 years is still a little painful.  My mom had both brain surgeries on this weekend so she is on both of our minds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Wednesday was Open House at John's school.  His teacher had put together a little slide show of the kids.  It was extremely cute.  We also had to tour around the building.  It's funny to see how well known John is at school.  He's one of those kids where every teacher (and lots of kids) know him.  His cuteness factor still remains.  Which reminds me of Saturday.  We had John's last soccer game, and of course the ice cream truck was there.  John has been buying ice cream all summer so we know the owner well (he will purposely stop in front of our house waiting for John to run out!).  Anyway, he asked which bar John wanted as he will either get a Sponge Bob or Strawberry Shortcake.  He handed it to John and said that it was on the house for being such a loyal customer!  I thought that was sweet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8546071430646982089?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8546071430646982089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8546071430646982089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8546071430646982089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8546071430646982089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-traveller-heads-out-again.html' title='The World Traveller heads out again'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3863555935675607077</id><published>2008-09-29T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:33:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall can be a beautiful season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the changes that fall brings.  I love watching the trees change colour and the season in general.  The only thing I don't like is knowing that winter is around the corner and the easy days are over.  I love winter for different reasons, but snow storms, icy roads, school closings, and school delays don't tickle my fancy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Work has been a little slow lately.  I've probably had too much time on my hands.  I realize now that having too much time is not always a good thing.  John's first trip overseas went quickly.  He heads out again next week.  We have some unfinished business, and knowing that he's leaving again doesn't make me feel like starting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wish life weren't so complicated.  I hope that I can bear through this little bump in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3863555935675607077?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3863555935675607077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3863555935675607077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3863555935675607077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3863555935675607077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-can-be-beautiful-season.html' title='Fall can be a beautiful season'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-4573567823750955985</id><published>2008-08-25T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:14:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in three years</title><content type='html'>In three years, my sister has probably seen the most significant changes to her life.  She got married seven months after our mom died, and one month later buried our father.  Last year she became a mom for the first time.  She will never get to have her parents be a part of her journey as a mom.  My parents never got to meet miss adorable little Sadie. &lt;br /&gt;My niece Rachel was only 7-months old when her grandfather died.  She was born shortly after mom died.  She too will never know her grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;John John was only 5 when my dad died.  His memories of my parents are rapidly fading.  He barely remembers taking rides in the gold car. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it will be three years since dad died.  I just wanted to reflect on what has happened in those years.  It to me is a "how time has passed" reflection.  Life does indeed move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-4573567823750955985?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/4573567823750955985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=4573567823750955985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4573567823750955985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4573567823750955985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-three-years.html' title='in three years'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2308435013282723663</id><published>2008-08-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:17:13.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more week of summer vacation</title><content type='html'>when I was a teacher I thought 10 weeks wasn't enough.  Then again, I did work without much of a break.  Now that I have a child I can definitely see that 10 weeks is long.  I see how he's regressed with his math skills.  John still is reading, but definitely not up to par.  Transitioning back to school will be an adjustment. &lt;br /&gt;I am blogging downstairs on our new laptop.  John ordered it a couple of weeks ago, and it was a bit of a problem at first.  We had to have a Dell tech here, and support from Time Warner.  Now it is working, and I am enjoying the wireless mode!  When John goes overseas in September and October we'll miss this little luxury.  It will be nice knowing that he won't have to bother work for a laptop and he can email/chat daily.  John John even loves the laptop!  I have to fight him to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Work has been quieter than normal.  Next week I am working 3 days.  Hopefully I'll pick up some new kids at my other job in September/October.  I also hope some more evaluations come in soon.  Weird not being so busy. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are heading over to Boston to check out the Kennedy library with my brother and his family.  It will be fun.  John has been to 3 presidential libraries this summer.  At least he's had some educational opportunities!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2308435013282723663?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2308435013282723663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2308435013282723663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2308435013282723663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2308435013282723663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-more-week-of-summer-vacation.html' title='one more week of summer vacation'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2812250164703496199</id><published>2008-08-19T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:28:28.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where has the summer gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing like a little rain to start the day.  I don't believe we've made it through many consecutive days without a drop or two.  Sort of depressing.  Now we are in the home stretch of vacation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;John John was away last week visiting his grandparents.  He had a fun trip, but was glad to be back home.  When I drove up to get him he just came running to the car and gave me the biggest hug.  It felt a little quiet around here without him.  John and I sort of were at a loss, but enjoyed the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Busy week.  I am working all 5 days, but not the whole day.  Next week will be quieter, and then the following week school starts.  Time to enjoy the rest of summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2812250164703496199?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2812250164703496199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2812250164703496199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2812250164703496199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2812250164703496199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-has-summer-gone.html' title='where has the summer gone'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-4905153117864463540</id><published>2008-08-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:07:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a couple of days of quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SJXJtLjiGWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2TRfCY9c9V8/s1600-h/California+-058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SJXJtLjiGWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2TRfCY9c9V8/s200/California+-058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230308320293820770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the boys are gone!  They are going to Scranton to see the Steam engines, Philly and New Jersey.  They shall be back on Tuesday, which gives me 48 hours by myself.  Woohoo!!  I have no major plans even though I should try to accomplish a couple of things.  This will give me the mental break to prepare for John's fall travel.  He heads out in September for 2 weeks, and then 3 weeks in October.  So in the grand scheme of things I deserve this break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-4905153117864463540?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/4905153117864463540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=4905153117864463540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4905153117864463540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4905153117864463540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-couple-of-days-of-quiet.html' title='time for a couple of days of quiet'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SJXJtLjiGWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2TRfCY9c9V8/s72-c/California+-058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-944591599503575643</id><published>2008-07-27T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:36:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0io5DZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tMSfKmRtrZI/s1600-h/California+-298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0io5DZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tMSfKmRtrZI/s200/California+-298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227872828352227810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0iTiiDV2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/K5oqqJ_GRL0/s1600-h/California+-079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0iTiiDV2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/K5oqqJ_GRL0/s200/California+-079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227872461529503586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0iHcOaruI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9jiFiikCYUI/s1600-h/California+-252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0iHcOaruI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9jiFiikCYUI/s200/California+-252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227872253678104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0hstgDPPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5G183M1crTc/s1600-h/California+-101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0hstgDPPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5G183M1crTc/s200/California+-101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227871794459000050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0hdhjh30I/AAAAAAAAAFA/R6NG7kBR69Y/s1600-h/California+-019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0hdhjh30I/AAAAAAAAAFA/R6NG7kBR69Y/s200/California+-019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227871533554327362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trip, done.  Family reunion, done.  Our two major events for the summer are over I am happy to say.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our vacation to California was fun.  We spent 3 days at DisneyLand.  I was surprised to see how much smaller it is than Disney World.  John John was able to ride his favourite ride, Autopia, about 8 times.  Car man he is.  He was a little disappointed that he couldn't drive a car himself.  However the lines were never really that bad so he got to go a lot.  We also hit many other rides.  We got to meet up with friends we made 6 years ago.  We had lunch with them on the 4th at the Rainforest Cafe.  Then on the Sunday we went to their house for a birthday party.  We visited the Reagan Library in Simi Valley before going to their house.  On Monday we did all that we could in Beverly Hills and Hollywood.  We were able to go to John Tracy to show John the school he attended for 3 weeks in 2002.  We definitely crammed in a lot in one day!  Our trip was fun, and just a little different than our usual trip to the beach.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend was my family reunion.  There were 28 people here on Saturday.  It was extremely hot so most of the day was spent in the pool.  My niece Sadie wasn't too keen on swimming.  She did enjoy throwing in the beach ball, but trying out her ladybug was not in the cards.  Everyone enjoyed a relaxing day.  It was nice just to visit with no other purpose.  I will probably do it again next year.  However preparing is always a lot of work!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;July has also been busy with summer enrichment camps for John John.  He went to our local college the first 2 weeks for cooking classes.  He really enjoyed that.  Last week and this week he's been going to our district's enrichment.  He has had fun.  August will be a little less structured.  Tentatively he's heading up to Grandma and Grandpa's for a few days.  It will be a nice break for all!  Then before we know it, summer will be over, and it's back to the daily grind.  John heads out overseas in less than 7 weeks.  Where does the time go??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-944591599503575643?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/944591599503575643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=944591599503575643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/944591599503575643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/944591599503575643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/07/summertime-update.html' title='summertime update'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/SI0io5DZ6eI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tMSfKmRtrZI/s72-c/California+-298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-7974696197760311798</id><published>2008-07-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:19:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heading out for vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I haven't even blogged in a month!  Oops.  The school year wrapped up last week.  All in all John had a very productive 2nd grade year.  His teacher was excellent, and he learned a lot.  If only his handwriting would improve, but I guess that's wishful thinking.  Maybe his cursive will be better.  John sort of slacked off with his work, and his marks for this last quarter showed.  Bad mom for not pushing him, but some days it was a battle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are taking our summer vacation now instead of August.  Tomorrow we fly out for California.  We will be staying in Anaheim and hitting Disney Land.  It should be a fun time.  John John is excited to go.  I'm also glad to have our big trip over at the beginning instead of later.  I seem to have a slower summer so John john and I will have lots of together time.  May be a good thing??  Family party is the weekend of July 18.  My one brother is too busy to make it down.  I guess it's good that I'm close to my two other siblings.  Guess I should go and get the rest of the packing done.  Ta ta for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-7974696197760311798?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/7974696197760311798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=7974696197760311798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7974696197760311798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7974696197760311798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/07/heading-out-for-vacation.html' title='heading out for vacation'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2671072123550409004</id><published>2008-05-27T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T03:20:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever have one of those days......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank goodness yesterday is over.  John John had probably the worst day in a very long time.  Combine lack of sleep and anxiety of his dad going away for the week, you have a recipe for disaster.  Four meltdowns and more crying than I've seen in a long time.  Hopefully today will be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2671072123550409004?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2671072123550409004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2671072123550409004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2671072123550409004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2671072123550409004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/05/ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='ever have one of those days......'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-5355544107126111443</id><published>2008-05-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:33:41.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;why oh why is coming up with witty titles drive me batty??  Sometimes I wish I could just come up with catchy subjects.  Truthfully, it doesn't matter.  I like having this blog to air what's on my mind.  I also like having this "spot" to share what is happening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It boggles my mind to think the school year is on the down swing.  One more month really left of John's grade 2 year.  He only has 3 years left in elementary school.  I am still mapping out his summer activities.  Not sure yet if my in-laws will be available to have him over the summer.  Guess that won't be the worst.  It has been a nice little break the last couple of years.  John John and I spend a lot of time together.  Hopefully the John's can go up to Kingston for a few days without me.  I've been there enough for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks Amy and Michelle for the responses.  I never would have thought that time heals pain, but in some ways it has.  My mom more so than my dad, but honestly her death was not a surprise.  We were blessed to have her around for 12 years after her initial brain tumour.  I feel guilty admitting that her dying was something that I was prepared for.  I miss her, don't get me wrong.  I sometimes wish to just hear her on the phone.  I just know in my heart she is in a better place, and I can remember the mom I had before her cancer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-5355544107126111443?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/5355544107126111443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=5355544107126111443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5355544107126111443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5355544107126111443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-168893536484996171</id><published>2008-05-12T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:45:43.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today would have been mom's 68th birthday.  Hard to believe this is the 4th birthday not to be celebrated.  Time has helped heal a little, but the inner core ache of missing mom still hasn't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We spent a quick weekend up in Kingston.  John's mom had surgery last Wednesday.  She won't get results till this week about whether or not the cancer is in her lymph nodes.  Irene is slowly healing.  Hopefully she will get up and walking so she can go home.  I was a good girl and went to the hospital to see her.  Going in the General was not easy for me, but I did it.  I guess hubby realizes it, but he didn't make a big deal about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, on this day, I send a cherished heavenly birthday wish to my mom.  miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-168893536484996171?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/168893536484996171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=168893536484996171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/168893536484996171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/168893536484996171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/05/remembering-mom.html' title='remembering mom'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-4356391963647710300</id><published>2008-05-04T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:35:40.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe a quiet week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wishful thinking probably.  I do believe work wise it might be a bit quieter.  However every time I think that, it ends up being crazy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend we did odds and ends around the house.  We needed to do some major cleaning, so we did that today.  Yesterday we drove over to Saratoga for some shopping and dinner.  John John was in a mood, so it wasn't a joyful day.  I wasn't even in the mood to browse when we were at Target.  We went to the mall, and I was very good.  I eyed some things at Bath and Body Works, but resisted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;John goes away for work again.  He's only away Monday and Tuesday, and then again at the end of the month.  It will be nice when spring travel is over.  He was away most of last week.  John John and I had a little too much togetherness.  We were definitely ready for a buffer.  Too bad he didn't come home with a "I'm ready to handle it" attitude.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-4356391963647710300?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/4356391963647710300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=4356391963647710300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4356391963647710300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4356391963647710300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe-quiet-week.html' title='maybe a quiet week?'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2180851739423683941</id><published>2008-04-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:01:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This has just been a crazy week.  It all started last Sunday when we were driving home from Phil's.  We had literally just pulled onto the turnpike, and John's mom called us.  She told us that John's grandmother just passed away.  Nanny, as she was lovingly called, died peacefully at home, at the ripe old age of 99.  When we got back home John's dad called to say the funeral would be on Wednesday.  Now the only glitch in this for John was being able to leave the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;John is currently in the process of becoming a US citizen.  His green card expired the end of January, and until he gets his citizenship coming back home would be problematic.  On Tuesday morning he drove into Albany to Homeland Security to see if there was any way he could get a stamp in his passport.  Although Homeland Security was sorry for his predicament, they wouldn't do it.  So, as I told him earlier, just pay and renew the green card.  John ended up doing that, and was able to go to his grandmother's funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which leads me to the next part of the crazy week was Tuesday before we were to leave.  John gets a call and his mother was rushed by ambulance to the hospital.  I came home quickly during the day for a bathroom break, and John was totally upset over this.  I told him to just go and not wait for John John and I.  I knew he wanted to possibly stay after the funeral, and it's a relatively short drive.  He left, and when he got to Kingston, his mom had been discharged.  Turns out she had a mini stroke.  Aiye aiye aiye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The funeral itself was a beautiful tribute to Nan.  She had picked out a lovely pink casket, all lined in satin.  The hymns she picked out were nice, and the minister gave a nice eulogy.  It was sad seeing such a bigger than life woman leave this world.  However, how can you complain about 99 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I can only hope that this is enough on craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2180851739423683941?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2180851739423683941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2180851739423683941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2180851739423683941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2180851739423683941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-week.html' title='crazy week'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3495597037770866497</id><published>2008-04-15T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:53:34.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;List 5 things your readers may not know about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.  I have a horrible habit of swearing, especially when I'm driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.  I love coloring, especially with new crayons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  I have dual citizenship (American / Canadian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.  I worked for a summer in housekeeping at a hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5.  I failed my driver's test on the first try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There!  No I can't confess to anything extraordinary.  I can not do the splits.  Can't do anything with my tongue (at least not blog material).  Have I done things that I'm not proud of?  You bet.  However these are 5 things you may not know about moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3495597037770866497?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3495597037770866497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3495597037770866497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3495597037770866497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3495597037770866497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-things.html' title='5 things....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2924460677675966957</id><published>2008-04-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:43:45.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and so it is!  The weather is being cooperative, and by the end of the week it's supposed to be in the upper 6o's.  I am so happy to see the snow melting and out of the way for 6 months or so.  This week is John John's spring break.  I unfortunately am working most of it.  Too much to do, and not enough time to finish it these days.  At least I don't have to see my 3 to 5 year olds.  I did come out of one house only to find out she has lice.  NASTY!  My clothes went right into the wash after work.  Somedays I feel like I don't get paid enough to go into such dirty places.  Not that I'm immaculate myself, but in those places mine looks beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was a very good girl this past weekend.  I took John up to Kingston to see his grandparents.  John had to work, so I figured it beat hanging around here.  John John hasn't seen them since Christmas and I figured it would be a nice thing to do.  My in-laws appreciated the gesture and enjoyed the visit.  I was able to meet a friend for coffee.  We missed John, but I bet he enjoyed the little break.  This coming weekend we are heading over to my brother's for a mini Passover.  Weird celebrating it with just us, but no other invites were forthcoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am busy these days at work.  I can't complain as the money is good.  We shall see what the summer is like.  Now it's off to fold some laundry.  The fun never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2924460677675966957?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2924460677675966957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2924460677675966957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2924460677675966957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2924460677675966957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8035225652843214357</id><published>2008-03-31T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:55:11.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess I should update my own blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;been surfing and reading my friends' blogs, and have ignored my 0wn.  Bad girl!  Today was one of those days where I should have just stayed home.  It rained all day, and just yucky.  I had scheduled 5 visits, but managed to only get in 2 due to various cancellations and sleeping.  I still don't understand why it is so difficult to get up for an 11am appointment.  But far be it for me to figure that out.  So, with time to spare I paid the water bill and Jackson Hewitt.  We were figuring that we owed big time for taxes.  Fortunately our taxes aren't that bad, and with the federal rebate coming we'll actually be more than even.  Sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend we are going to Washington D.C.  John has a program on Sunday, so John John and I are tagging along.  It will be nice to get away.  My last trip was in January.  Next weekend I am taking John John up to Kingston to visit his grandparents.  Lord knows what possessed me to offer this in some ways.  John has to work 2 open houses and I needed some form of entertainment for John John.  So what do I do?  Open my big mouth and offer to take him up to see his grandparents.  For one night I can do it.  He hasn't seen them since Christmas and it will be good for him to see grandma before her surgery.  I just hope I don't come back regretting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still on the fence about what to do for Passover.  I am leaning towards just going to our synagogue's seder.  My aunt ditched me once again.  I should seriously not even bother.  She's to wrapped up in her own thing.  I should also not let it bother me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now it's time for the weather to be more cooperative and feel like spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8035225652843214357?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8035225652843214357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8035225652843214357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8035225652843214357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8035225652843214357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-i-should-update-my-own-blog.html' title='guess I should update my own blog'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-4312335346328868679</id><published>2008-03-16T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:19:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking about what I've gained since my parents' deaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I read an article posted by a friend about how life is after your parents are gone.  To be honest, for the last 2 1/2 years whenever I think of them I get sad.  I miss the fact that they now have 2 adorable granddaughters.  I'm sad that my son is really forgetting them alive.  I miss not being able to just call them on the phone to say hi.  I miss my dad's twenty million calls before driving up to see them about which day might be better based on weather.  The list could go on cause honestly their deaths have left a hole in my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, time has moved on and without them mine has marched on.  I can see that I'm closer with 2 of my siblings.  My one brother Andrew has reverted back to his independent life.  I shall remind him of our family reunion this summer, and maybe he'll come.  Probably not, but the invite is extended.  My other brother now lives three hours away so we get to visit often.  My sister lives quite a distance so seeing each other often isn't always feasible.  So, in a nutshell I do see a positive or two since living without my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-4312335346328868679?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/4312335346328868679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=4312335346328868679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4312335346328868679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4312335346328868679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking-about-what-ive-gained-since-my.html' title='thinking about what I&apos;ve gained since my parents&apos; deaths'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8584507231330963974</id><published>2008-03-05T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:55:04.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another crappy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R86KDlLTMAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t3lAxRyZbms/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R86KDlLTMAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t3lAxRyZbms/s200/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174224816019025922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R86JqlLTL_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/q-tU9UQYlSg/s1600-h/christmas2007-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R86JqlLTL_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/q-tU9UQYlSg/s200/christmas2007-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174224386522296306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the weather pattern for a while.  Fortunately we didn't get as much ice as they were calling for.  To be honest though, I'm just tired of reworking my schedule to accommodate the  bad weather.   I so can't wait for spring.&lt;br /&gt;I got the call yesterday to start with the other agency.   To answer your question Michelle, I shall now be contracting with the 2 agencies.   I am only providing Special Education therapy for the new agency, but working with 3-5 year olds.  The agency that I've been working for for the last 5 years I provide therapy for 0-3 year olds, and do evaluations.  So, in my opinion it's a win-win situation.  I can expand my caseload and still work the hours I need.  With the way our adoption is going, I don't see us going over to China till at least next Spring now so that won't be a factor.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my cute little niece Sadie turns 1.  I had planned on being there for her party, but now we can't.  My sister was understandably disappointed, but she understands.  I'm happy that my sister loves being a mom.  Being a parent gives you a whole different perspective!  Here's a picture of her.  She's just too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8584507231330963974?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8584507231330963974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8584507231330963974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8584507231330963974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8584507231330963974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-crappy-wednesday.html' title='another crappy Wednesday'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R86KDlLTMAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t3lAxRyZbms/s72-c/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-6370812452452500571</id><published>2008-02-29T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:52:20.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got another job....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let me start by saying I love my job.  I work as an Early Intervention therapist, and I love going to people's houses and working with kids.  Of course driving in bad weather, and some houses that I go in aren't the greatest, but for the most part it's a great job.  The big drawback though, is getting new clients.  I'm at the mercy of the county's who usually ask me last to pick up kids.  I can't work with 3-5 year olds at my agency so that puts me in a disadvantage.  Well, not anymore.  Today I went on a job interview and got hired with another center where I can provide Special Education therapy for 3-5's.  I'm so excited!!  My interview lasted 15 minutes, and I was hired on the spot.  It makes me feel good to be offered it right away.  Now we can also sock away more money which will be nice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are getting another storm tonight.  We will never be able to see over the snow banks!  I am ready for warmer weather and the snow disappearing.  Tomorrow marks the beginning of March, so I shall hope the snow is gone in a few weeks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-6370812452452500571?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/6370812452452500571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=6370812452452500571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/6370812452452500571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/6370812452452500571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-another-job.html' title='I got another job....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-554883258303358247</id><published>2008-02-28T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:03:08.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>successful birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a nice birthday.  John barbecued a nice steak.  It would have been nice to go out, but the budget is tight this pay.  I actually have a job interview tomorrow.  I'm looking to expand my caseload, and working with another agency will help.  This way I can work with 3-5 year olds.  I'm a little nervous, but I think it will be a good move.  My former boss will be a reference.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend we are planning on hanging out at the homestead.  I think we might go to this carnival in Amsterdam.  We are also going on some trips with John coming up.  We need to book our trip to California soon too.  I can't believe February is over.  This year is flying by.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-554883258303358247?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/554883258303358247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=554883258303358247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/554883258303358247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/554883258303358247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/successful-birthday.html' title='successful birthday'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-5142290936929097336</id><published>2008-02-23T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:51:42.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well, there it is, I am now officially 39.  No, this isn't a pity party.  I am just amazed that this is my last year of my 30's, and next year it's 40.  For the most part my 30's have been pretty good.  I have watched my son grow and change so much.  It has also been touched with deep sorrow over losing my parents.  I am a little bittersweet tonight thinking about them.  Life continues to march on, and sometimes just knowing that I can't talk to them hurts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was just spent hanging out with the boys.  Last weekend we went over to Lee, MA and had dinner with my brother and his family.  I'm happy that they live so close.  It's nice seeing them more often.  I had to cancel my trip to Toronto for my niece's 1st birthday.  I feel guilty that we can't go.  We waited too long to book flights, and can't get them for the lower rates.  Plus driving 6 hours by myself (with John John) and possible winter weather doesn't seem doable.  So, the hotel reservation was cancelled.  Sorry sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I am celebrating with my girlfriend's.  Should be a fun lunch.  I also applied for another part time job.  Work has been slow lately, and I need more of a client base.  I think working with 3-5 year olds will be fun.  Haven't had that age group in quite a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-5142290936929097336?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/5142290936929097336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=5142290936929097336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5142290936929097336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5142290936929097336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-20992353687489503</id><published>2008-02-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:06:20.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two more days.....</title><content type='html'>d&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;own to the wire of being 38.  Can't believe I am turning 39.  Where has the time gone???  I swear I was 25 yesterday.  Not that my 30's have been bad, it's just time seems to be spinning away.  I look at John John and see that he is growing up so fast.  Where did my baby go?  Seems like his early years are a thing of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This weekend shall be spent here.  We were supposed to go to Kingston to help celebrate John's grandmother's 99th birthday.  However dear hubby can not leave the country as his green card has expired.  He's in the process of becoming a citizen, and until that happens he can't leave.  Maybe that's a blessing in disguise??  John John was a little disappointed as he had made plans with his beloved grandma.  Hopefully he can visit soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am finished work for the week.  Today we are going to Chuck E. Cheese's for lunch.  Should be a fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-20992353687489503?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/20992353687489503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=20992353687489503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/20992353687489503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/20992353687489503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-more-days.html' title='two more days.....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3534242694329810337</id><published>2008-02-13T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:33:28.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wow, in such a short time we have pretty well used up all of our alloted snow days.  I think our district finally got wise and secured 4 because after all we do live in a snow belt.  It was a nasty wintery mix today.  John John and I did the only thing possible and stayed in our jammies all day.  John braved the elements and went to work.  He took my SUV which made perfect sense considering I wasn't going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow it's back to work and I shall hopefully get in my scheduled visits.  I think that's the only thing I despise about being a per diem employee, no work no pay.  I love the flexibility, but that part of it sucks.  John John is looking forward to his Valentine's party.  Next week is his winter break, and I've registered him for 3 days at the YMCA.  He'll have fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I see my doctor on Friday for my annual.  I am pretty sure dear old aunt flo will be here so that means rescheduling the nasty.  Yay.  NOT.  Saturday we are meeting my brother and his crew for dinner halfway between us.  Should be fun.  Maybe we can hit one outlet!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3534242694329810337?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3534242694329810337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3534242694329810337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3534242694329810337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3534242694329810337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day-3.html' title='snow day #3'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8446142995620368024</id><published>2008-02-06T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:14:16.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and to think we actually planned for tonights den meeting</title><content type='html'>for once, Kristy and I sat down and planned the entire month of cubs.  However, due to possible bad weather our cub master cancelled.  Oh well!  While I enjoy being a part of cubs, being a den leader isn't for me.  Friday night is the big Pinewood Derby, but that will be fun. &lt;br /&gt;This week has been quiet at work.  I don't have any evaluations scheduled so I'll be finished tomorrow.  I shall enjoy a three day weekend.  I'm hoping more evaluations will be here for next week.  I don't want a crappy pay. &lt;br /&gt;Life is quiet otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8446142995620368024?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8446142995620368024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8446142995620368024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8446142995620368024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8446142995620368024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-to-think-we-actually-planned-for.html' title='and to think we actually planned for tonights den meeting'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-5734093788304571587</id><published>2008-02-02T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:08:45.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just hanging out at home with the boys.  I just finished Beach Road by James Patterson.  It was a good book with a bit of a surprise ending.  I got the latest Janet Evanovich at the library today so I'll probably start that next.  Funny how my reading habits have changed over time.  I used to be a voracious reader.  I could easily finish a book in a few hours.  Now it takes days if not weeks to finish them.  Sometimes I can get back into a groove and read quickly.  I guess not having hours to kill over a book is also a factor.&lt;br /&gt;I tallied my credit card to see how many times we hit Walmart in January.  I know that all of the charges aren't mine, but between the two of us we went nine times.  We also spent just over $200 which isn't too bad in my opinion.  I also have dear hubby bring lunch a few days a week.  This has been a bit of a savings.  Even though he's not a $10/day lunch kind of guy, $3/day times 5 adds up to $15/week.  Trying to cut back on even the small things can help.  I guess it's the small things that add up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-5734093788304571587?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/5734093788304571587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=5734093788304571587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5734093788304571587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5734093788304571587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday night....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8061377392335643066</id><published>2008-01-31T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:31:21.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we are finished with the birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I must say having a party outside of our house is wonderful.  Nothing to clean up, nothing to prepare, and no aggravations.  Well worth the money in my books.  We had 12 kids at McDonald's, and they all had fun running around and playing in the tubes.  John got some nice gifts.  He also had fun playing with his friends.  Nice to have it over with!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8061377392335643066?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8061377392335643066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8061377392335643066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8061377392335643066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8061377392335643066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-we-are-finished-with-birthday-party.html' title='and we are finished with the birthday party'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-4059585052176662718</id><published>2008-01-30T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T03:12:19.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 8th birthday to my little man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R6BbYaGCSKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9aiPhO-EVSE/s1600-h/johnparty4+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R6BbYaGCSKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9aiPhO-EVSE/s200/johnparty4+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161225647846213794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R6BbG6GCSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6rpBWz904iE/s1600-h/christmas2007-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R6BbG6GCSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6rpBWz904iE/s200/christmas2007-46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161225347198503058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hard to believe my one and only is now 8.  It has been such an incredible journey being a parent.  Tomorrow we are having a party at McD's, and we had a family weekend at the indoor water park.  Not a bad way to celebrate.  Just for fun here is my little man over Christmas, and the other one is at his 4th birthday.   Love you little man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-4059585052176662718?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/4059585052176662718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=4059585052176662718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4059585052176662718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4059585052176662718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-8th-birthday-to-my-little-man.html' title='happy 8th birthday to my little man'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R6BbYaGCSKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9aiPhO-EVSE/s72-c/johnparty4+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-623354994570829358</id><published>2008-01-28T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:08:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejuvenating weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At Christmas I received the last of my inheritance, and decided to use some of that money for our weekend getaway.  We went to an indoor waterpark over in Lake George, which is just over an hour away.  I must say it was a very fun weekend.  We didn't leave the hotel once.   We indulged on just eating at the hotel and it was worth it.  The game room was a fun break from the water.  Kudos to my hubby for riding the big slides too.  Well worth the money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-623354994570829358?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/623354994570829358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=623354994570829358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/623354994570829358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/623354994570829358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/rejuvenating-weekend.html' title='rejuvenating weekend'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-4548541594155153860</id><published>2008-01-22T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:54:24.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;We get a year-end summary of every transaction on our main credit card.  I wanted to see just how much we spent at our local Walmart.  I was amazed that at that one store alone we spent almost $3,000.00.  I do realize we buy a lot of household necessities such as laundry detergent, and toilet paper, but there are so many times I go in there with the intention of buying one item, and coming out with a cart full.  Plus I was amazed at how many weekends we would go there 3 or 4 times. &lt;br /&gt;I bought Suze Orman's book on women and money.  I was pleased to see that for the most part we are on a good track.  We don't have credit card debt, and on a good road for retirement.  John and I aren't huge material beings.  Of course if you come inside our house you might think otherwise, but it isn't packed full with things.  I think my overall plan for this year is to cut back on the mindless trips to Walmart (and sometimes Target) and save a little more.  So, the challenge is on.  Let's see how well I stick to this plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-4548541594155153860?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/4548541594155153860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=4548541594155153860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4548541594155153860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/4548541594155153860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-7286693716924953474</id><published>2008-01-17T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:56:05.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so the week goes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49CCQSDELI/AAAAAAAAAEY/26ezHKDND14/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49CCQSDELI/AAAAAAAAAEY/26ezHKDND14/s200/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156412704860344498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49B7QSDEKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/byGFoTftI9A/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49B7QSDEKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/byGFoTftI9A/s200/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156412584601260194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49ByQSDEJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ULQRCtXjEX4/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49ByQSDEJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ULQRCtXjEX4/s200/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156412429982437522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight is sign up time for after school enrichment.  John is interested in cooking and painting.  I wish they would offer more, but we'll take what we can get.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not a lot on my mind to talk about.  Birthday party invites went out in the mail on Monday.  Now it's time to wait and see who will RSVP.  I did get 2 yes's at Cubs last night.  The boys had fun playing board games.  The Pinewood Derby is on the 1st of February.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend shall be spent here.  Saturday night we are having friends over for dinner.  I am working Saturday morning too.  I am also working on Monday as John is taking the day off.  He's been busy at work.  Next weekend is our trip to the indoor water park.  We are all looking forward to that.  Even though the hotel is an hour away, it will be fun to try something new out.&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here are some pictures.  The first one is my sister Kathleen and her beautiful baby girl Sadie.  The middle one is my niece Rachel, with John to the side.  The third one is John holding Sadie.  He was holding her head so she would look at the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-7286693716924953474?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/7286693716924953474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=7286693716924953474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7286693716924953474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7286693716924953474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-so-week-goes.html' title='and so the week goes....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/R49CCQSDELI/AAAAAAAAAEY/26ezHKDND14/s72-c/Rachel%27s+3rd+birthday-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-485537133407778545</id><published>2008-01-14T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T03:48:21.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life is all about compromise.  As I posted earlier, John's party went from a few friends to 12.  We went back and forth, and came to a compromise.  Instead of having pizza here, we will now host a party at McDonald's.  I did not back down though on "inviting the whole class".  I have addressed the invites and they are out in the mail today.  The whole not RSVP'ing drives me insane.  John John has invited a few friends from school, a few from cubs, and a few from our old playgroup.  Having it at McDonald's will mean they can run around and not fight over toys (or at least John not getting mad because they touched a favourite one).  Plus less chaos in one small house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As for the weekend, we drove over to my brother Phil's Saturday afternoon.  My sister Kathleen and her 10 month old daughter Sadie had flown in on Wednesday for a few days.  We got to visit with them, and celebrate my niece Rachel's 3rd birthday.  My niece Rachel is a pip.  She was very excited to eat her Dora cake.  She loved her presents.  I'll have to post a couple after.  My other niece Sadie is just too adorable.  She will be talking very soon.  She is over her stranger anxiety, so I was able to hold her for a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-485537133407778545?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/485537133407778545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=485537133407778545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/485537133407778545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/485537133407778545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/compromises.html' title='Compromises'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-956132973970424171</id><published>2008-01-07T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:40:36.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I want to go to Build-A-Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, a new discovery here at the Pomeroy house is Build-A-Bear.  John John went for the first time in November.  He made his loveable Rudolph.  But wait mom, I need to go back and get Clarice.  Santa to the rescue!  Yes, indeed Santa made the save on that, and Rudolph and Clarice are together forever.  Now on to this past weekend.  John wanted to work for a couple of hours so we tagged along.  We did need to go to Best Buy at the same mall to exchange a video game, and a trip to Build-A-Bear.  So, home came our latest creation, Ian. &lt;br /&gt;Now onto the birthday dilemma.  I purposely booked a weekend away at our local indoor water park to escape the dreaded big "invite the whole class" birthday party extravaganza.  I said we could have a small party here, and that should be sufficient.  Small has ballooned into 12 guests.  I don't want 12 kids here as that seems to defeat my idea of small.  Oh what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-956132973970424171?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/956132973970424171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=956132973970424171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/956132973970424171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/956132973970424171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/but-i-want-to-go-to-build-bear.html' title='But I want to go to Build-A-Bear'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-6840196955428011225</id><published>2008-01-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:19:43.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miraculous recovery</title><content type='html'>hubby went back to work, and was ready to go to the urgent care clinic.  Lo and behold he felt better and did not go.  Guess it wasn't a sinus infection after all.&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those bitterly cold days.  It was a sad reminder that winter has come and will stay for a while this year.  I know I shouldn't complain, because last year we didn't get any snow till February.  This year, not so.  I do love winter and snow, and for the most part love living in the northeast.  Just when bad weather interferes with driving and getting to where I need to be is not so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-6840196955428011225?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/6840196955428011225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=6840196955428011225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/6840196955428011225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/6840196955428011225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/miraculous-recovery.html' title='miraculous recovery'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-7520731321852895894</id><published>2008-01-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:53:54.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;why is it when men get sick, they have to stay in bed?????  Seriously, I appreciate the fact that you don't feel well, and just need a little rest.  But, when it goes on for a few days and not doing anything gets old fast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-7520731321852895894?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/7520731321852895894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=7520731321852895894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7520731321852895894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7520731321852895894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-want-to-know.html' title='I just want to know'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8889307568411614287</id><published>2008-01-01T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:00:29.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any New Year's resolutions??  For me personally, I don't even attempt to make them as I will just as quickly break them.  Life is too short.   Now that the holidays are over, it will feel good to get back to a regular routine.   Hopefully this next storm won't make for a snow day tomorrow.  I am glad that John is taking another day off tomorrow, so if it does happen I can still work.  I think bad road conditions are the one thing I truly despise about my job.  I have a lot of miles to cover and bad roads make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;Last night John and I went out for dinner with another couple.  Our plans almost got cancelled because our babysitter backed out.  However, her parents made her change her party plans and keep her sitting commitment.   A little nervewracking for a few, but it turned out to be a fun evening.  When we got home John John was up waiting for game night.  We played a round of Sorry, and then a game of his creation.  Then we went upstairs and snuggled in bed together.  John John made it till 11.  Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Today we are getting another storm (I mentioned this earlier!).  Guess it will be another lazy day around the house.  I do have some work reports to do, and should do some cleaning.  Fun fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;We booked a room at the indoor water park for John's birthday.  This is in lieu of a big "invite the class" party.  I convinced John John a couple of months ago to do this as big parties were just becoming too much of a hassle.  I so hate inviting all these people, and then hardly anyone RSVP's.  Last year was a total fiasco with the gym changing our party date.  So, enough of that crap, and a weekend at an indoor water park is my idea of a better time.  I don't mind say maybe 3 or 4 kids over for pizza, but no to a big party.&lt;br /&gt;John won't know till some time this month if he's going away in March.  I should feel guilty for wishing it isn't a go, but in some ways I hope he isn't going.  For the most part John John and I are fine.  So, we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8889307568411614287?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8889307568411614287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8889307568411614287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8889307568411614287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8889307568411614287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-5885236932183289306</id><published>2007-12-27T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:20:46.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels good to be home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;John decided yesterday morning to leave Kingston last night instead of today.  What a great decision!!  It felt great sleeping in our own bed, waking up and just being home.  We met our friends Jamie and Sandra for dinner in Brockville, and were home by 10.  John John had a great Christmas and got lots of nice gifts.  My hubby treated me to a massage chair.  I overindulged and my back was actually hurting!  I now know not to use it for a few hours straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-5885236932183289306?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/5885236932183289306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=5885236932183289306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5885236932183289306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5885236932183289306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/12/feels-good-to-be-home.html' title='feels good to be home'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3260297668897068668</id><published>2007-12-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:26:11.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Snow storm and ice storm.  Oh what fun!  Right now it's pretty quiet outside, but they are predicting more snow.  I wonder if we'll have a snow day tomorrow.  Yesterday John John and I braved the crowds at Toys R Us to get presents for nieces and nephews.  I drove past both malls and said that there was no way we were going anywhere near there.  It was crazy enough at Toys R Us.  I started wrapping a while ago, but there's still tons to wrap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday marked 3 years of my mom's passing.  I was a bad daughter and did not put an In Memorium for her.  Lame excuse I know of running out of time.  It is hard to believe 3 years has now passed.  She missed meeting her two granddaughters.   We are all getting together next Sunday for a dinner.  I haven't seen Andrew since last year.  It is a two way street, and he hasn't made an effort either.  Oh well.  I feel bad because I have no idea what to get Nathan or Monika.  Off to finish some baking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3260297668897068668?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3260297668897068668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3260297668897068668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3260297668897068668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3260297668897068668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday morning'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8982173529133259980</id><published>2007-12-13T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:58:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I must admit I am a terrible blogger.  I haven't written in over a month.  Where has the time gone?  Thanksgiving and Chanukah are now over, and Christmas is just around the bend.  John is in gift receiving heaven.  We've warned him that there won't be tons of gifts.   However he is 7, and at this lovely age presents rule.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are now getting our share of winter.  I hate rearranging my work to accomodate winter driving.  Counting down the days till spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have to admit that I am a bad daughter also.  Saturday marks the 3rd anniversary of my mother's death.  I did not put in an in memorium as I ran out of time.  Tonight I need to light a candle, and neither grocery store has the correct candle.  Guess I'll have to improvise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8982173529133259980?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8982173529133259980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8982173529133259980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8982173529133259980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8982173529133259980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/12/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-5038723713661552152</id><published>2007-10-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:23:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend in October</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not exactly sure why I called it a Day in my Life.  I seem to be sporadic at best with my blogging.  Maybe I shall try to blog a bit more.  This is our last weekend with hubby.  He returns from his overseas adventure on Tuesday.  I've already told him that Trick-or-treating is a must with John John.  Poor little guy is just anxious for dad to come home.   Last night began clean house time.  John John loves to vacuum and swiffer.  Go for it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The weather has been very mild for fall.  I actually turned on the pellet stove again last night for the first time in a month.  It's supposed to be cooler this week.  Guess it will finally feel like November.  I won't complain because maybe that will mean less snow?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My boss informed me that she is leaving for another job.  I will hopefully be approved to do some more work and still do my job.  I am sad that she is leaving.  She has been a great person to work for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-5038723713661552152?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/5038723713661552152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=5038723713661552152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5038723713661552152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/5038723713661552152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-weekend-in-october.html' title='last weekend in October'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2514286899332765426</id><published>2007-09-25T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:20:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, the anticipation shall be for the day of dh's safe return from India.  At the moment he should be in Germany waiting for his flight to DC.  Bad mommy that I am, let John John stay in bed with me.  He is now too heavy to pick up and take back to his own room.  I wish dh wasn't going away again so quickly.  This next trip is also longer.  I am so going to enjoy my weekend away in November.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also hope that for dh's next trip, John John will continue being good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2514286899332765426?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2514286899332765426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2514286899332765426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2514286899332765426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2514286899332765426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/09/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2591774652659297570</id><published>2007-09-20T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:55:06.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying a day to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not too often do I have a day of no responsibilities.  John John is at school, and hubby is still plugging away in India.  I am patiently waiting here at the computer for hubby to IM me, but so far he hasn't.   It will be nice when he comes home next Tuesday.  Short lived reunion though as he jets back out to Asia October 10th.  That trip will be for 3 weeks, and I know John's ability to be golden child will disintegrate.  Fortunately for me I go on my annual girl's weekend on November 10.  At least I get a bit of a break then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last night was our second Cub Scout pack meeting.  We now have 10 boys, and they are wild boys.  Last year we only had 4 and it was pretty manageable.  Hopefully they will settle down.  My own son decided to "help" out with the discipline.  Aiye.  Guess I should go and do some housework and take a shower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2591774652659297570?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2591774652659297570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2591774652659297570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2591774652659297570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2591774652659297570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/09/enjoying-day-to-myself.html' title='Enjoying a day to myself'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-312286895271917629</id><published>2007-09-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:34:28.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back on the home front</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's see if I can get this blog to work.  For some reason I haven't been able to post in months.  Maybe that's a good thing as my life isn't all that exciting.  For example, at the moment I should be folding laundry and getting supper started, but I am up on the computer.  Today John John and I went to an open house of sorts for farming.  We took a wagon ride, and got to see some animals.  It was called "Sundae on the Farm", so we also had a free sundae!!  Dear hubby is in India till the 25th.  I can't get too excited because he is home for a bit, then off to Asia for 3 weeks.  I secretly have my fingers crossed that there isn't enough money for him to travel in March.  Guess we will cross that bridge when we get to it.  Other than that, life is quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-312286895271917629?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/312286895271917629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=312286895271917629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/312286895271917629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/312286895271917629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-on-home-front.html' title='back on the home front'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-523103805167495392</id><published>2007-03-08T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:11:42.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is moving on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Let's see if I can post this time.  Sorry for not blogging in a while, but for some reason I haven't been able to.  John is away in China, and will be home in a week.  I'm looking forward to his return.  It's tough being a single parent.  I certainly wouldn't want to do it full-time.  John John is also ready for his daddy to come home.  So different speaking only a couple of times a day and not having your dad to tuck you in at night.  Last weekend he enjoyed grandma and grandpa and all the spoiling that comes with it.  Tomorrow we are going to Phil's.  So we are keeping busy. &lt;br /&gt;My little sister is going to be induced tomorrow so I shall have a new niece or nephew by Saturday.  I'm excited for her.  Nothing too much else going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-523103805167495392?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/523103805167495392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=523103805167495392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/523103805167495392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/523103805167495392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-moving-on.html' title='Life is moving on....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3104696559379833489</id><published>2007-02-15T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T06:57:53.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Almost thought we could make it through the winter without using a snow day.  Guess Mother Nature decided otherwise.   Yesterday we literally got dumped and when the day was done had over 30 inches.  It certainly looks beautiful.  John John is home again due to the snow.  I guess he'll finish out the week tomorrow, and then he's off for February break.  He's looking forward to going to the YMCA.  Happy belated Valentine's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3104696559379833489?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3104696559379833489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3104696559379833489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3104696559379833489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3104696559379833489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-day-2.html' title='Snow Day #2'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8120006326584554277</id><published>2007-02-05T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:28:48.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>successful party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZleTMEZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ff2HxMCGWKk/s1600-h/johns7thbirthday-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZleTMEZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ff2HxMCGWKk/s200/johns7thbirthday-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028226746794381714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZluTMEaI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nn0CyYQ7MCc/s1600-h/johns7thbirthday-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZluTMEaI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nn0CyYQ7MCc/s200/johns7thbirthday-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028226751089349026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZluTMEbI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MWZy1t9hJQ/s1600-h/johns7thbirthday-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZluTMEbI/AAAAAAAAACU/3MWZy1t9hJQ/s200/johns7thbirthday-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028226751089349042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZl-TMEcI/AAAAAAAAACc/AFWuyCN6AwU/s1600-h/johns7thbirthday-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZl-TMEcI/AAAAAAAAACc/AFWuyCN6AwU/s200/johns7thbirthday-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028226755384316354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;We survived John John's 7th birthday party. Unfortunately it seems that some sickness is going around his class, so a lot of kids didn't show for the party. For the kids that did make it, a fun time was had by all. My brother and his family made the trek over from Massachusetts and the kids had a blast. It is such a treat to have my family be able to come over and be a part of each others lives. John was so happy to have his cousins at his party. Now that they live 3 hours away, honestly coming over for the night is not a problem. Next family party will be David's in June. We rented a gym and the kids just loved running around and using the equipment. John got some nice gifts, and was a good boy. Here are a couple of pics from the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8120006326584554277?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8120006326584554277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8120006326584554277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8120006326584554277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8120006326584554277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/02/successful-party.html' title='successful party'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RcfZleTMEZI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ff2HxMCGWKk/s72-c/johns7thbirthday-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-651310113285126696</id><published>2007-01-30T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:31:08.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th birthday to my one and only John John..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/Rb8sdeGmtiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PFPZkyhKuUs/s1600-h/disney22006-026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/Rb8sdeGmtiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PFPZkyhKuUs/s200/disney22006-026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025784593977357858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Where oh where has the time gone?? I look at my son and think "How can you be 7?" Time has just flown by. I'm sitting here having my coffee, and remembering the night I had you. I was in labour all night. It is now 6:30am, and I just got my epidural. The contractions were pretty strong, so that epidural was very helpful. The delivery went rather quickly due to the emergency situation we were in. I had an unexpected c-section and got a brief glimpse of you after they cleaned you up. I got to go up that night to get a good look at you. And now you are just a typical 7-year-old boy. So, happy birthday to my special little guy, John David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-651310113285126696?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/651310113285126696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=651310113285126696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/651310113285126696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/651310113285126696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-7th-birthday-to-my-one-and-only.html' title='Happy 7th birthday to my one and only John John..'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/Rb8sdeGmtiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PFPZkyhKuUs/s72-c/disney22006-026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-8820257153837883973</id><published>2007-01-25T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:20:28.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cold days of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you can believe it they are cancelling school tomorrow due to extreme cold temperatures.  Personally it seems like a crock because they are in a heated building.  I guess they are thinking of the kids who have to wait to catch the bus and walk to school.  So, John will get another day at home.  Maybe that isn't the worst thing for him.  His cough came back with a vengeance and we've been aggressively treating it with breathing treatments.  "No I don't want to do another breathing treatment."  Then I lovingly say "Don't you want to get better and get rid of that nasty cough?"  His response, "not really."   GRRRRRR!!  At least he does give in and do the treatments.  So, tomorrow morning I have dh staying home so I can go out and do the work I need to get done.  I switched my evals from today to tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-8820257153837883973?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/8820257153837883973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=8820257153837883973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8820257153837883973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/8820257153837883973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/01/cold-days-of-january.html' title='the cold days of January'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-7578782448697341154</id><published>2007-01-23T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T03:58:47.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In light of my last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I would like to use my personal little space to publicly apologize to my sister.  I made a mistake in bitching about her upcoming birth and not having a clue as to what to expect.  Rereading it, I sound like quite the know-it-all, and other things that I shouldn't say.  Honestly do any of us have any clue what to expect?  I seriously though I knew it all having been a babysitter for many years and being around kids.  How wrong was I.  I will admit here that there were days when John was little I was ready to go drown myself.  There were days where John would cry endlessly and for no particular reason.  How could I not be able to fix that?  Sleepless nights, being up at all hours cleaning up vomit, being a toddler, being plain naughty, mooning in parliament, ahh the joys of being John.  But would I change it??  Not in a million years.  So, to my sister, who in all honesty I wish did live closer, parenthood is never what you expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-7578782448697341154?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/7578782448697341154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=7578782448697341154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7578782448697341154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7578782448697341154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-light-of-my-last-post.html' title='In light of my last post'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-327115628590965001</id><published>2007-01-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:45:02.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun visit at my brother's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RaLlcF69NbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qp782_q1yrU/s1600-h/rachel%27sbday-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RaLlcF69NbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qp782_q1yrU/s200/rachel%27sbday-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017825205632710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RaLlcF69NcI/AAAAAAAAABo/LrEeMbp2E_U/s1600-h/rachel%27sbday-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RaLlcF69NcI/AAAAAAAAABo/LrEeMbp2E_U/s200/rachel%27sbday-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017825205632710082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe we were able to hop into our car Saturday after basketball and be at my brother's in time for supper. It was such a fast drive!! Their new house is really nice. I have house envy. I think our whole house could fit on the first floor. Guess the flip side is I don't have to pay the mortgage! John was excellent the whole weekend. He and David got along beautifully and played well with no fights. My niece Rachel is a pip. She has inherited our sweet tooth as she loved her "happy cake". Unfortunately she was coming down with an ear infection so she was a little clingy to her mom. All in all it was a fun little visit. I'm happy to have them so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-327115628590965001?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/327115628590965001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=327115628590965001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/327115628590965001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/327115628590965001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-visit-at-my-brothers.html' title='fun visit at my brother&apos;s'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RaLlcF69NbI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qp782_q1yrU/s72-c/rachel%27sbday-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2766686230573505281</id><published>2007-01-05T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:32:39.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain on January 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and now a break from our regularly scheduled lives.  We are off tomorrow for a quick visit to Phil's.  I'm so excited to go and see their new digs.  I'm also excited to have my brother so close.  Then next weekend we go up to Kingston to celebrate my in-laws 50th wedding anniversary.  It will be a quick trip up and back.  I'm hoping the weather will still remain cooperative.  Not that I want to go, but it's a special anniversary.  Still trying to plan an excuse for returning to Kingston over Easter.  I really need a creative one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2766686230573505281?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2766686230573505281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2766686230573505281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2766686230573505281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2766686230573505281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-on-january-5.html' title='rain on January 5'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-959886930848632641</id><published>2007-01-03T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:38:18.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZuVoNLrDCI/AAAAAAAAABU/QKUy1oZMQtE/s1600-h/+christmas2006-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZuVoNLrDCI/AAAAAAAAABU/QKUy1oZMQtE/s200/+christmas2006-45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015767127973104674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Life is back to normal. John John returned to school yesterday, and I worked. Hubby stayed home one more day and painted the dining room. He still has more to do, but it looks really nice. For New Year's we treated ourselves and went out to dinner with another couple. John and I haven't gone out in months. Personally it was probably long overdue. Funny how life slips by like that. We enjoyed relaxing over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are planning on taking a quick trip to Phil's new place in Massachusetts. They are now 3 hours away. I know we've had family close by for years, but now we have family we can do things with. I'm so excited!! John and David are the same age and could pass as twins. I hope that they will become closer. Plus my little niece Rachel is so darn cute. I'll have to take some pictures this weekend. Off to enjoy my other few moments of peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-959886930848632641?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/959886930848632641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=959886930848632641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/959886930848632641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/959886930848632641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wednesday'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZuVoNLrDCI/AAAAAAAAABU/QKUy1oZMQtE/s72-c/+christmas2006-45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3629872363527018673</id><published>2006-12-30T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:34:18.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMwBOd0uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pmpSrQ0nozE/s1600-h/+christmas2006-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMwBOd0uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pmpSrQ0nozE/s200/+christmas2006-44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014420360458523362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMwROd0vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3kQZf5QJTFU/s1600-h/+christmas2006-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMwROd0vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3kQZf5QJTFU/s200/+christmas2006-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014420364753490674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             John, Keaton and Jamie in Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMxBOd0wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Qa9KN_RAEk/s1600-h/+christmas2006-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMxBOd0wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Qa9KN_RAEk/s200/+christmas2006-64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014420377638392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    John and Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMxhOd0xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uS6PBzt7mLA/s1600-h/+christmas2006-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMxhOd0xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uS6PBzt7mLA/s200/+christmas2006-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014420386228327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;t feels so good to be back home and doing our own thing. I made dh happy by working yesterday and today. Not that this paycheque will be stellar, but better than nothing right?? Right now he's downstairs painting in the kitchen. I finished typing up reports for work. John John is outside playing in the inch of snow we got. He was able to play in more snow up at our friend's in Ottawa so at least he can see that there will be a winter. Personally I would be happy with no snow and a mild winter. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We hauled all of the gifts up to my in-laws, so "Santa" could make an appearance. I never believed in Santa as we didn't really celebrate "Christmas" when I was little. Can't deny John's Christian half, and he's enjoying double presents. I did remind him that going to Disney counts as one huge present, and he was sort of okay with no gifts a couple of nights of Chanukah. However, he was extremely disappointed that his grandfather got more gifts than him! LOL. He was overjoyed with the monorail, and we told him that we bought it when we were in Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We drove up to Ottawa on Wednesday, and had a chance to visit with our friends Jamie and Sandra. John was a little uncooperative when we were at the Open House on Parliament Hill. Only my son thinks it's okay to walk around Parliament with his pants down and showing off his little tush. One day he will be embarrassed by this. We had a nice supper with my siblings at my brother Andrew's new restaurant. We threatened John with his life if he didn't behave, and he was excellent. Funny how threats work that way! Now if he'll be good at my in-laws 50th anniversary, we're golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wish me luck as I have to go back to Kingston in less than 2 weeks. I will really have to come up with a good excuse to not go back for Easter. Any suggestions???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3629872363527018673?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3629872363527018673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3629872363527018673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3629872363527018673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3629872363527018673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over.......................'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RZbMwBOd0uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pmpSrQ0nozE/s72-c/+christmas2006-44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-2002332218267917481</id><published>2006-12-21T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:40:29.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the snow??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;John &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;seems to ask this daily, and his disappointment in the green stuff, obvious.  Am I strange for enjoying this lengthy fall??  Having to not deal with snow and ice on the road is such a rare treat.  I honestly don't mind this mild fall.  I do know that we shall be blessed with winter soon.  When the snow arrives it will be nice.  Maybe for once it will only stay for a few weeks??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I purposely scheduled work for Monday and Tuesday this week.  I have been doing all the last minute stuff such as wrapping presents and laundry.  I hate the thought of hauling gifts up to Kingston, only to be lugged back home.  My husband just doesn't understand why I don't want to go up to Kingston.  He still rolls his eyes when I say that this is my home.  Oh well, it's my hang up isn't it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-2002332218267917481?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/2002332218267917481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=2002332218267917481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2002332218267917481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/2002332218267917481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-is-snow.html' title='Where is the snow??'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-7001911883303567893</id><published>2006-12-15T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:42:43.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of my mom, Susan Jane....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RYNczhOd0tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KUZvB4uPrEs/s1600-h/november2003+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RYNczhOd0tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KUZvB4uPrEs/s320/november2003+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008949250728252114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RYNclxOd0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ld-ATxFEy0/s1600-h/november2003+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RYNclxOd0sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6ld-ATxFEy0/s320/november2003+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008949014505050818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ow can it be 2 years since my mom passed away. Some days it seems like just yesterday she was here in my life, and other days it seems like longer than 2 years. I hate to say her death was easy to accept because to an outsider it sounds callous. But her last 12 years were difficult, and a blessing. She outlived the original prognosis of 9 months, but she was never the same after her bouts with brain cancer. I was prepared for her imminent death, and knew it would come. It wasn't easy getting the final call at 12:30am on December 16. I certainly cried a lot of tears that night, and seeing her in the coffin at the funeral home was hard. I also found it hard watching her coffin go into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Those first few months were sad as I passed some birthdays, and her birthday without her. I think though I can tell that 2 years have passed as John John's memories of her are fading. I keep a picture of him with her (when he was a newborn) on my fridge, and we look at picture albums together. I also look at my niece who will be 2 in a few weeks, and 2 years have their impact. I also know this must be bittersweet for my sister who is pregnant with her first child, and know that my mom will never get to see her grandchild. So, on this bittersweet day I pay respect to my mom. I miss you and miss hearing your voice. Love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically these pictures were taken the second last Thanksgiving my parents had with us.  It's also ironic because my father passed away 8 months after mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-7001911883303567893?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/7001911883303567893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=7001911883303567893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7001911883303567893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/7001911883303567893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-loving-memory-of-my-mom-susan-jane.html' title='In loving memory of my mom, Susan Jane....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XPWmjA1d-20/RYNczhOd0tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KUZvB4uPrEs/s72-c/november2003+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-3985049176270843947</id><published>2006-12-14T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:04:28.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Thanks Amy!  Here's my ABC's&lt;br /&gt;A - Available or single: None of the above. Married for 11 1/2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;B - Best friend:  Val, and long time best friend Marie&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or pie: Cake...I love cake chocolate that is!!&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink of choice: Caffeine free diet coke&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential item you use everyday: My coffee pot&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy bears or worms: gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Kingston, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence: Bath and Body Works&lt;br /&gt;J - January or February: January - 'cause it's John's birthday month!&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids &amp;amp; names: John David (6)&lt;br /&gt;L - Life is incomplete without? laughter&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage date: August 5, 1995&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings: 3&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or apples: apples. oranges are too much damn work.&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias or fears: phobia of snakes, and not having enough breathing space&lt;br /&gt;Q - Fave quote: don't have one that isn't a swear word at the moment&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: John&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: Fall&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag 3 or 4 people: Val, Diane, Shannon&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: I can swear like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable you don't like: Cooked spinach&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;X - Xrays: ?? 5 or so&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your fave food: beef&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-3985049176270843947?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/3985049176270843947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=3985049176270843947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3985049176270843947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/3985049176270843947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-6824184206992797215</id><published>2006-11-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:31:22.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Disney trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2034/3480/1600/620066/disney12006-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2034/3480/320/553229/disney12006-19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;W&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e made it back in one piece! Our trip went pretty well. It was a bit more crowded in the Magic Kingdom than I expected, but better than if we went at Christmas. John's favourite ride was the Indy Speedway (what a surprise!). We didn't make it to Epcot, but were able to get to the other parks. We went on Safari at Animal Kingdom, and did the animation tour at MGM. We had breakfast at MGM on Monday, and John wanted to go again. Poor guy didn't understand that reservations were required. All in all it was a fun trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-6824184206992797215?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/6824184206992797215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=6824184206992797215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/6824184206992797215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/6824184206992797215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/11/successful-disney-trip.html' title='Successful Disney trip'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116372546029689079</id><published>2006-11-16T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:04:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we're off again to Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had a blast down in Lancaster.  I'm so glad to have this little yearly getaway with my girlfriends.  We shopped till we literally dropped on Friday, and then had an excellent dinner over at Miller's.  Saturday we toured around the little towns.  It was unfortunately really busy on Saturday, but we just decided to move on to other sites.  We ate way too much junk food and laughed a lot.  It's a nice treat to do this every year.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head out for Florida.  I haven't been in 3 years.  This will be John John's first trip to Disney.  I'm excited, and I know he is.  He's been a little on the testy side and some days have been a struggle.  However I know this is exciting for him.  It will be fun to see his reaction to the park.  Will post more after we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116372546029689079?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116372546029689079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116372546029689079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116372546029689079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116372546029689079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-were-off-again-to-disney.html' title='and we&apos;re off again to Disney'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116309183293213020</id><published>2006-11-09T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:03:56.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend getaway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/1600/IMG_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/320/IMG_0414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/1600/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/320/IMG_0413.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'m so excited that we are heading out in a few hours. I desparately need this time away. Yesterday just about killed me. Day starts off with John John being a brat, and me yelling. Take him to school, and get a parking ticket, thank you very much. Two evals scheduled, and both were cancelled. Then after Cub Scouts John John was his absolute worst. All I can say is "THANK GOD I"M HEADING OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116309183293213020?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116309183293213020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116309183293213020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116309183293213020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116309183293213020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend getaway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116284702691778646</id><published>2006-11-06T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:03:46.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days till my girl's getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I so deservie this trip!  This is the 3rd year in a row we are heading to Lancaster.  I know this is going to be difficult for Val because her mom died two months ago, and she always took care of Ben and Nia while we went.  Sad to think it was me last year who had just buried my last parent.  I don't want to trip down memory lane here as in a lot of ways I'm over the day-to-day grief I had last year.  It's still a tough pill to swallow, but even tougher realizing that life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get away for a few days without my John's.  John has travelled for almost 5 weeks this fall, so I deserve 3 days.  They are heading up to John's parents while I am away.  I don't mind one bit on that.  Then next Friday we head out for Disney World.  Busy busy month!&lt;br /&gt;John came home last Monday and it's nice to have him back.  His laundry sat unwashed till he realized that he needed to do it.  Sorry Charlie, the laundry fairy ain't doing 3 weeks worth.  Of course it's still in the basket needing to be folded.  Makes him realize that I do some things for him the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116284702691778646?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116284702691778646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116284702691778646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116284702691778646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116284702691778646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/11/3-days-till-my-girls-getaway.html' title='3 days till my girl&apos;s getaway'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116220998434793090</id><published>2006-10-30T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T04:06:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo DH returns today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I type dh is flying high in the sky back home.  I am excited to have him home as almost 3 weeks away is a long stretch.  I am also trying to not be too annoyed that he planned the last 3 days of his trip enjoying some R and R in Hong Kong.  I know he worked hard and flew a lot over this trip, but in some ways I'm kind of thinking why couldn't he come home to relax.   I guess that will make my trip to Lancaster less guilt induced. &lt;br /&gt;I have also made a decision to not invite guests here while John is away.  My dear husband thinks it gives me a break, but in all honesty it causes me more stress.  John John acts like a goof and doesn't listen when we have people here.  I feel like damage control is just not worth it.  Plus when John was in India John John was fantastic.  I will get a sitter if I really feel a desire to get out.  I am done with guests when John is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116220998434793090?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116220998434793090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116220998434793090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116220998434793090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116220998434793090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/woohoo-dh-returns-today.html' title='Woohoo DH returns today'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116186079408197320</id><published>2006-10-26T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T04:06:34.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just go titleless??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But of course I can because it's my blog!  Last night was the Cub Scout's Halloween party.  John had fun.  They did a cute job and it was a nice evening activity.  John comes home in 4 days.  We are ready for his return.  We also have John's sister coming down today.  It's nice to have guests but in some ways I would rather not.  Oh well.  Guess it makes them feel better knowing they are helping me out.  I just hope John John doesn't act like a complete idiot.  I'm getting geared up for my girl's weekend to Lancaster.  My getaway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116186079408197320?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116186079408197320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116186079408197320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116186079408197320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116186079408197320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-i-just-go-titleless.html' title='Can I just go titleless??'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116160028283412694</id><published>2006-10-23T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T03:44:42.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I so hate titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, I am just not creative, and can never think of witty titles.  I remember in High School and University trying to create witty essay titles.  Sadly, I feel I am just a literal gal and catchy titles always elude me.  So, if you are searching for headliners that draw your attention, don't look here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, the in-laws arrived Thursday afternoon to spend quality time with John John.  I don't know why he has to act the way he does when they are here.  I feel like they are quietly commenting behind their back that I have no control of him and am a terrible parent.  John usually ignores almost every rule and does what he wants.  Plus he is spoiled by them and damage control takes a while after visiting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On top of that the tv stopped working.  I have absolutely no clue how to fix it.  We came home Thursday afternoon and the screen was blue.  I called Time Warner and they rebooted to DVR box, but it wasn't that.  My father-in-law pulled and replugged in wires but still not tv.  It is frustrating to John John because he can't watch his shows, and my father-in-law also is not happy.  So, he brought down a little tv and has watched some sports on it.  He's a true tv addict.  At least John John hasn't totally melted down and has been fine without the television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow the in-laws head back home.  We have a couple of days and then my sister-in-law comes down.  I sure hope my son doesn't act as terribly.  One can only wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116160028283412694?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116160028283412694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116160028283412694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116160028283412694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116160028283412694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-so-hate-titles.html' title='I so hate titles'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116099566164471241</id><published>2006-10-16T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T03:47:41.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky me, I'm about to be saved......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/1600/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me for being a tad on the sarcastic side. John's parents are coming down on Thursday to visit. I do not have my buffer of dear hubby, so it shall be interesting. For the most part my in-laws are great people. They will be there at the drop of a hat to help, and are very generous. My father-in-law rushed over to help my dad out the night mom died, and he stayed with him at the hospital till she was pronounced dead. BUT, I always find it a tad annoying how they completely ignore me when they are with John John. I am planning on doing an evaluation Sunday morning, and might go out by myself for a bit. I tend to hold my tongue and try not to intervene when grandma and grandpa take over. I do this because they are John's only grandparents, and he loves them dearly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116099566164471241?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116099566164471241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116099566164471241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116099566164471241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116099566164471241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/lucky-me-im-about-to-be-saved.html' title='Lucky me, I&apos;m about to be saved......'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116093414755576107</id><published>2006-10-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:42:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/1600/oct132006-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5000/3021/320/oct132006-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, it wasn't a crazy awful week. Just the usual running around, and accomplishing what needs to be done. John is a little disappointed that his friend Casondra couldn't come over for a playdate. I'm listening to him play school, which at times can be hilarious. They say imitation is a form of flattery. His teacher should be impressed. I laugh when he says, "Now I'm handing out the crayons, and you can't whine and complain about which crayon you get". "No trading". Better than last year when he would become psycho teacher, and yell "Go pull a card". John is just too funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a cute picture of my son John and kitten (although not much of a kitten!) Tom.  Aren't they precious??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116093414755576107?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116093414755576107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116093414755576107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116093414755576107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116093414755576107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-week.html' title='what a week.....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-116051538243586102</id><published>2006-10-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:23:02.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the start of trip #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am ready to take over as a single parent.  I wish sometimes my husband would stop making comments like having his parents down will give me a break.  I enjoy the company, but honestly handling John John is not a problem.  He makes me feel incompetent when he says I need someone to help me out.  I am really mentally preparing myself to be completely ignored the whole time they are here.  Guess that's just my hang up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have decided to change our Disney trip and go over Thanksgiving.  John John will only miss 2 days of school.  It looks like Disney will be less crowded, and we can save some money going then.  I'm excited.  I haven't been to Disney in 13 years.  The last time I went was in 1993 with my parents.  We met friends from Kingston and had a fun day.  I can't wait to see John John's reaction to Disney.  I think he'll have a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-116051538243586102?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/116051538243586102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=116051538243586102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116051538243586102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/116051538243586102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomorrow-is-start-of-trip-2.html' title='Tomorrow is the start of trip #2'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115987367712508213</id><published>2006-10-03T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T04:07:57.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip #2 looms......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a feeling I would get used to dear hubby being home.  In just one week he is off again.  I hope John John is as good as he was for the last trip.  I know he's excited to have his grandparents come and visit.  He will have many activities planned I'm sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was Yom Kippur, day of Atonement.  We had a meal over at our neighbour's, and John was very good.  He is such a little charmer!  He looked so cute in his new oxford shirt and khaki pants.  He came to synagogue for a bit, and went to the children's service.  I guess I need to keep taking him.  It was weird seeing both of my parents names in the book of remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115987367712508213?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115987367712508213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115987367712508213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115987367712508213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115987367712508213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-2-looms.html' title='Trip #2 looms......'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115946115789080438</id><published>2006-09-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:32:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dh returns from trip #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me preface my thoughts by saying I really truly love my husband.  He is a wonderful human being, and a great father.  However, he just returned from India Tuesday night and has been a bit of a pain.  First he calls me at 4:15 on Tuesday from Washington saying he might not make his flight home.  Okay, no big deal, can handle that.  It gets resolved and we happily pick him up at 6:30.  Then he gets ticked at John John and yells.  Wait a minute dear, you were just away for what 2 weeks, and you are upset with John John??  I don't think so.  Now he's on my case for ignoring my cough.  Okay, maybe you are right but sometimes you don't need to throw it in my face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115946115789080438?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115946115789080438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115946115789080438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115946115789080438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115946115789080438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/09/dh-returns-from-trip-1.html' title='Dh returns from trip #1'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115871021131638731</id><published>2006-09-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:42:41.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week down, one week to go......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of trip #1 that is. To be honest it really hasn't been that bad. John is a thousand times easier to take care of as he gets older. I certainly don't miss the days of taking John to the airport and having John John screaming and crying in the backseat. The only time that seems to be long is the weekend.  This weekend will be busier.  John John has a birthday party to go to on Saturday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still not sure if I like John's fall travel schedule.  He comes home on Tuesday, and will be home for 2 weeks.  Then he leaves again for another 2 1/2 weeks.  So, on the one hand it will be nice to have him home, we still have another trip looming.  I was kind of thinking that maybe next fall he just goes for a month.  We shall see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work is slowing down.  I am losing kids, and at the moment don't see any new ones coming my way.  I hope the lull is short lived.  I like the break, but need the money.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115871021131638731?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115871021131638731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115871021131638731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115871021131638731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115871021131638731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-week-down-one-week-to-go.html' title='One week down, one week to go......'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115802198150283639</id><published>2006-09-11T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:46:21.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so my Husband takes off for India tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's that time of year.  John leaves for India tomorrow night.  I guess I should be happy that he's only going away twice this fall.  However it's still hard and John John and I miss him.  We are taking John to the airport after swim class.  John's friend Alex will come with us and after the airport we'll have dinner at Chuck E. Cheese's.  Not what I consider gourmet cuisine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past weekend was nice.  We went to Saratoga on Saturday for dinner.  We shopped at Target to get some last minute things for John's trip.  We also went to Pet Smart to get some flea stuff.  Both cats have fleas.  Never had to deal with them with Mckenzie.  Tom is sitting here by the computer at the moment.  He doesn't like to miss out on things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We close the pool on Thursday.  We haven't swam in it in a few weeks.  It's bittersweet closing it up, but no sense keeping it open when we aren't swimming.  Countdown till next swim season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115802198150283639?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115802198150283639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115802198150283639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115802198150283639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115802198150283639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-my-husband-takes-off-for-india.html' title='And so my Husband takes off for India tomorrow'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115767481265549046</id><published>2006-09-07T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:20:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The school year has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;School began yesterday, and John John was ready.  All weekend he was a handful.  By Tuesday he had settled down, and was anxious to get going.  We took a quick tour of where his new classroom would be with his friend Emily.  Then we all had lunch together at our house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first day went well, and John came home all happy.  We got the FM system all straightened out.  Sue came in to school today to show Mrs. Watrobski how to work it.  John is going to miss Sue this year.  She was such a wonderful teacher.  I know she's going to miss him too.  She will consult with Mrs. Watrobski this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My husband flies out Tuesday night for India.  Hard to believe it's that time of the year.  I know his travel season will be lighter, but it's still time away.  At least I have one trip to look foreward to in November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115767481265549046?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115767481265549046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115767481265549046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115767481265549046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115767481265549046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-year-has-begun.html' title='The school year has begun'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115696141267654843</id><published>2006-08-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:10:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Summer draws near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to believe that summer break ends this week.  John finishes daycamp on Friday.  He's enjoyed it and it's been a different activity for him.  Today they went to Pine Lake Beach again, and John was very excited to go.  He had the day planned out!  John is going to buy his SpongeBob ice cream, and then with the rest of the money play in the game room.  He was excited to go swimming at the beach too, but it seems ice cream and game room have high priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We made a last minute decision to go to Ottawa for Jamie Jr.'s 6th birthday.  Still not sure if we are going to leave Friday night or Saturday morning.  The party is at 3 on Saturday.  In some ways it would make more sense to go up Sat, and come home Sunday.  We shall see.  We do owe Jamie and Sandra because they came down for both of my parent's funerals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have Friday off work as I don't have any visits to make or evaluations to do.  Nice to have some time to myself.  We all have Monday off for Labour Day, and then John starts school on Wednesday.  Not sure what we'll do on the Tuesday yet.  We shall need some activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a little meloncholy this week.  I guess it's understandable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115696141267654843?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115696141267654843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115696141267654843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115696141267654843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115696141267654843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-summer-draws-near.html' title='The end of Summer draws near'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115662168546059931</id><published>2006-08-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:48:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One year ago today was the last time I saw my father.  It is so hard somedays still to believe that he is gone.  This was the last "first year" difficult time to get through.  For the most part I'm over the everyday sadness I felt in the beginning.  This week was tough because it was the week dad had his stroke.  We all spent the week at the hospital hoping for a miracle, but it never happened.  I remember on the Friday morning we spoke with the doctor in charge of dad and he was amazed that dad had made it that far.  We thought that dad had turned a corner and may make some sort of recovery.  John and I went out to lunch just to get out of the hospital for a bit.  When we came back we found out that dad's internal organs were shutting down, and he was slipping away.  Just remembering those last few hours are hard.  Watching dad die was an extremely difficult thing to do, but I wouldn't change it for the world.  Being there so he wasn't alone was exactly what he always wanted.  We broke many hospital rules that week as we never left his side.  I miss you dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115662168546059931?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115662168546059931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115662168546059931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115662168546059931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115662168546059931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today....'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115611118487678049</id><published>2006-08-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:59:44.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee look at the cat food on the kitchen floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that would be dh's comment, and then do nothing about it.  I guess when I'm in a PMS mood everything irritates me.  It annoys me when he says "we need to vaccuum", and walks away.  I love my husband, I really really do.  He's wonderful with John, and very generous with his time.  However he can be lax with tidying up and doing housework.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm up in our computer room listening to John John and his friend Alex fight.  They usually get along really well.  Guess we are all in moods today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was the Mason's picnic.  It was a nice afternoon.  We forgot the bathing suits, so John John borrowed one.  It was a little on the big side, but it was okay.  John John loves the water.  He goes to camp tomorrow.  I hope he has fun.  It will be nice to not have to rush home to relieve the babysitter.  It will also be nice to not have to get him till 4:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow marks 1 year of dad's final week.  One year ago today (Sunday) was the last time I had a conversation with him.  I can't really consider his saying "yes" a final response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115611118487678049?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115611118487678049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115611118487678049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115611118487678049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115611118487678049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/gee-look-at-cat-food-on-kitchen-floor.html' title='Gee look at the cat food on the kitchen floor'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115560283665693191</id><published>2006-08-14T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:47:16.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I ever mention I am terrible at coming up with witty titles?  I truly suck at being original.  Today was back to work day.  I checked in at the office, and to let Jody know I'm ready for more evals if need be.  Those evals are always good extra cash.  She was telling me about all the crap going on in the office, and if possible to stay away till things are better.  Nice.  Oh well, in all honesty I don't get in to the office that often.  This week is another not much time to dawdle anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was nice seeing my kids.  I think that's what I love about my job.  Working with little ones can be so fun and I get lots of hugs and kisses!  I lost one kid while I was on vacation, but to me it's not a huge loss.  She was a strange one.  I will miss some of the kids that will go on to preschool soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much else to report.  Tomorrow I shall light a candle in memory of my dad.  It's the Jewish anniversary, and the actual date is August 26.  I might just light another candle then.  I am finally feeling like I'm not going to burst into tears every time I think of dad.  It's still a lonely feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115560283665693191?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115560283665693191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115560283665693191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115560283665693191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115560283665693191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-is-over.html' title='Monday is over'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115551506319611276</id><published>2006-08-13T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:24:23.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow I return to work.  I shouldn't complain because I had a nice vacation.  Sometimes I wish we didn't need the extra income, but unfortunately we do.  I'm proud to say that we are doing well financially and finally able to save money.  I also know that the money I inherited helps, but I still wish my father were here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;John John has a break from activity this week.  Next week he goes to the YMCA day camp for the last 2 weeks of summer.  He'll probably have a fun time.  They go swimming, play in the gym, do arts and crafts and field trips.  Then on the Wednesday after Labour Day he begins first grade.  John's a little nervous about doing homework, but it should be fine.  Just have to get him on track to do it every day after school.  Oh the battles we shall face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby is feeling better after a little summer cold.  I behaved and didn't bother him as I was sick twice this year.  I had the flu in February and strep in March.  I hope this year is better and I don't get sick.  Fingers crossed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In just less than a month hubby leaves for India.  September and October shall be busy with him gone.  At least John John is easier to handle now that he's older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115551506319611276?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115551506319611276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115551506319611276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115551506319611276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115551506319611276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-reality.html' title='back to reality'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115539483263692694</id><published>2006-08-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:15:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I'm taking a break! There is nothing I hate more than cleaning. Oh well. Here's a cute picture of John at his favourite place, motorworld. The other ones we took of him didn't turn out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115539483263692694?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115539483263692694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115539483263692694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115539483263692694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115539483263692694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-should-be-cleaning.html' title='I should be cleaning'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115534520784047674</id><published>2006-08-11T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:13:27.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the return from vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt so good to sleep in my own bed last night.  We had a really nice vacation to Washington D.C. and Virginia Beach.  This trip we stayed right on the beach.  Last time we went to Virginia Beach was in 2001, and we stayed about 10 miles out.  John is obviously older, and loved our vacation.  He liked the ocean, but he's more of a pool boy.  The pool at the hotel was nice with water falls and a little slide.  John liked going back and forth from the ocean to the pool.  He liked digging and making sand castles, and swimming under the water falls.  However, his most favourite part of the trip was "Motorworld".  I read about it before we went, and knew that this was his kind of place.  We were smart to go there towards the end of our trip.  As I predicted, his eyes just lit up as soon as we got to the park.  John loved racing around in the kid sized cars, and doing a couple of race courses with daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were pretty good at keeping to our budgeted amount on spending.  There was a fridge in our room so we bought a loaf of bread and cold cuts.  We took a break from the sun each day at midday and had lunch in our room.  I also didn't buy too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all it was a nice trip, and nice to get away together as a family.  Now we are saving for Disney World.  That should be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115534520784047674?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115534520784047674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115534520784047674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115534520784047674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115534520784047674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-from-vacation.html' title='the return from vacation'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115448065979207252</id><published>2006-08-01T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:04:19.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the midst of the heatwave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is so nice to have our pool up and running.  This is quite the heat wave.  We didn't go swimming till after 3 today as the sun was just too brutal.  We are quickly approaching our trip to Virginia Beach.  We are all looking forward to this vacation.  John John has been really good for a week.  His swimming continues to improve.  He can now swim into the deep end, and is doing a nice doggy paddle.  It's so cute to see his little head poking up as he swims along.  He is fearless!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am keeping an even keel as we approach the one year mark of dad's death.  I know the week of the 21st will be hard.  I do think I'm over the daily sadness.  I do feel sad, and still find it hard to believe, but I haven't been feeling my daily dose of wanting to cry.  I miss being able to talk to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115448065979207252?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115448065979207252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115448065979207252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115448065979207252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115448065979207252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-midst-of-heatwave.html' title='in the midst of the heatwave'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115396259270294756</id><published>2006-07-26T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:09:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So we are in the midst of a heatwave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I'm an idiot who forgets not only my username but password as well.  I wish I didn't need to have passwords for every site I register with.  I forget what I did 5 minutes ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been nice to be able to swim with the weather being so toasty.  We haven't gotten the bill yet, so that will be an eyesore when we get it.  However a new pool liner was necessary as was the pump.  The water in the pool is nice and refreshing.  I was afraid when we first put water in that it would take a while to get warm.  It was 85 in there today, so obviously I had nothing to worry about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is back to normal now, and John John is still himself!  I missed him last week when he was with his grandparents.  John and I enjoyed the time to ourselves, but we certainly noticed the quietness.  My in-laws stayed over the weekend, and went home yesterday.  John John was a tad on the defiant side, but since they left he's been great.  Tonight we went to Ponderosa for dinner on our little date without dad.  Tomorrow he and his friend Alex are going to have a picnic here.  One more week till we go to Virginia Beach.  It should be fun vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115396259270294756?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115396259270294756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115396259270294756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115396259270294756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115396259270294756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-we-are-in-midst-of-heatwave.html' title='So we are in the midst of a heatwave'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115330593411836010</id><published>2006-07-19T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:45:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet week on the homefront</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;John John is away on vacation this week at his grandparents.  We dropped him off on our way home from Nathalie's 40th birthday party.  I was a little apprehensive about letting him stay, but more so because last year my dad died.  Last August John John was going to stay the week after my mom's unveiling.  John and I left him on the Sunday, but were back on Monday as my dad had his stroke.  So, his last vacation was not so great.  I was scared that something terrible would happen again this year.  However it is Wednesday and no calls have been forthcoming.  Plus, my father can't die twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is very quiet here without my little man.  It certainly feels strange to have all of this time to myself and not have to worry about him.  John and I have been enjoying swims and being able to talk over dinner.  It's also nice having the bed to ourselves for a few days!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The summer is flying by.  We head out to Virginia Beach in just over 2 weeks.  It will be fun staying right on the beach.  John John will love playing in the sand and ocean.  We haven't had a family vacation in a while so this will be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115330593411836010?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115330593411836010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115330593411836010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115330593411836010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115330593411836010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiet-week-on-homefront.html' title='quiet week on the homefront'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115244083760609775</id><published>2006-07-09T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:27:17.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course being up early makes it all the more quiet.  Last night we took John to see his first fireworks.  He was so good, and sat there the entire time.  He got a little miffed because they had rides for the kids and he couldn't do them because we didn't bring cash.  I had no idea they had rides.  We met friends at the park yesterday afternoon.  We've finally had a few nice days in a row of sunny weather.  Our pool liner was put in on Thursday, and the pool is slowly filling.  It will be so nice to have it up and running.  Next weekend we drop off John at his grandparents for the week.  I think the break will be nice for all of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115244083760609775?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115244083760609775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115244083760609775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115244083760609775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115244083760609775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiet-sunday-morning.html' title='quiet Sunday morning'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115203125279799708</id><published>2006-07-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:40:52.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we are just taking advantage of having a relaxing day.  It was a busy weekend, and it feels nice to just chill.  Yesterday we had dad's unveiling.  It went well.  My aunt did a really nice job leading the service.  I got a little choked up saying my speech, which I shall share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of your grave and in some ways I’m at a loss for words. You left us just over 10 months ago. Some days it feels like just yesterday. Some days it is feeling like time has passed. That week we spent watching you slip away in some ways was surreal. We were back on Kidd 7 where mom spent time after her 2 surgeries, and for me it brought back memories of being there with her. Of course our memories of mom were so vivid because we had just had her unveiling.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to sugarcoat my feelings and saying mourning your death has been easy. We have all struggled in our own ways with losing you so quickly and unexpectedly. This has been a very difficult year and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.&lt;br /&gt;All four of us have been mourning in our own private way. We are closer because of you. You always said family was important. I will never forget the look of joy you had on your face the afternoon we all spent with you at 10 Edgewood after mom’s unveiling. It wasn’t a planned thing; we all just went there after the luncheon. You were so happy to see your grandchildren playing happily together, and having all of your family there with you. You were at peace and enjoyed the time spent together.&lt;br /&gt;You were a big part of our lives and not having you around is a huge loss to us. Although you weren’t religious, you certainly were a spiritual being. You believed in family, and instilled that on us. We did manage to coordinate all on our own travel arrangements for Sam’s wedding this past May. Imagine the four of us doing this without you worrying how it would all work out.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your silly emails. I think my inbox has been missing them too! You always carried around with you a silly joke or two that you were forwarded by from friends. Your sense of humour was infectious, and you always found the humour in most situations. Why who else would request a mute button for his wife to be placed in her brain during brain surgery. Who else would suggest taking out his grandson for a TR-7 ride, and leave him in the car with the car running while he ran into the supermarket for a second? Of course you thought nothing wrong of leaving a 5-year-old in a running car. Until we gently reminded you that this particular 5 year old loved cars, and would somehow get it into gear and drive off. Who else would pay a cake decorator money to make a complete fake wedding cake, and have the unsuspecting bride and groom try to cut said fake cake with a metal plate in it but you? Who else would try to talk his way out of speeding tickets, but not quite succeeding?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, you were a man who was loyal, and was there for his family and friends. I know the last 12 years of mom’s life were difficult. You stayed with her, and encouraged her to fight. Even after the second surgery, and radiation you always kept mom fighting to keep living. You were there for us also.&lt;br /&gt;You also loved your boat and golfing. Our famous family boat trips live on in our memories. I remember doing the triangle and going to the 1976 Olympics. How the 6 of us functioned on a 29-foot boat, I’ll never know. You did upgrade to a 42-foot boat in 1985. Then the 6 of us ventured the triangle once again. Ahh, the family memories!&lt;br /&gt;Death cannot be and is not the end of life. Man transcends death in many altogether naturalistic fashions. He may be immortal biologically, through his children, in thought through the survival of his memory; in influence, by virtue of the continuance of his personality as a force among those who come after him, and ideally through his identification with the timeless things of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;When Judaism speaks of immortality it has in mind all these. But its primary meaning is that man contains something independent of the flesh and surviving it; his consciousness and moral capacity; his essential personality; a soul.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were still here with us. I feel our saying good bye to you was far too quick. I miss you, and love you dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a nice luncheon at a restaurant after the service.  It was nice to be together.  Saturday night my brothers and I (with spouses and family) had dinner with my parents close friends.  They came up for the unveiling, and it was nice to spend time with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother-in-law was sick over the weekend, so John didn't get his quality grandma time.  Hopefully she'll be better by the 16th.  John John is supposed to spend the week with them.  I'm still a little nervous about him spending the week there.  Not that I don't think he'll be well taken care of, but more so because the last time he was supposed to spend the week my dad had his stroke.  Seriously bad things can't happen two years in a row, could it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115203125279799708?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115203125279799708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115203125279799708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115203125279799708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115203125279799708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115144595900329306</id><published>2006-06-27T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:05:59.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I am just not in a happy place</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now I am so angry I could spit.  Dad's footstone was supposed to be at his grave by now, and is it?? NO.  We have scheduled the unveiling for this coming Monday, and if it isn't there by Friday we'll have to reschedule.  I just don't want to have it in August.  Call me superstitious, but the last unveiling we had 3 days later my dad had his massive stroke.  He died a week after mom's unveiling.  The only realistic date we can have the unveiling would be probably on the 18th of August.  I have had enough of a difficult year, and this isn't what I want.  I am seriously going to lose it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115144595900329306?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115144595900329306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115144595900329306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115144595900329306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115144595900329306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-i-am-just-not-in-happy-place.html' title='sometimes I am just not in a happy place'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115088722943516740</id><published>2006-06-21T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:53:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow!  Today is John's last day of kindergarten.  I can't believe how fast the year has flown by.  Wasn't it yesterday that John started kindergarten??  John finishes at 11 this morning and then his friend Charity is coming over for a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am hoping that the pool liner is finished soon, and we have a working pool.  It has been humid and I miss swimming.  One more project of painting the house and we should for the most part be finished.  The changes look great.  Now I just need some motivation to clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115088722943516740?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115088722943516740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115088722943516740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115088722943516740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115088722943516740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115071406817837227</id><published>2006-06-19T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:47:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was able to get through my first Father's Day without my own dad.  I think being here was better than being in Kingston.  John feels his dad was a little miffed that he wasn't around to celebrate with him.  We honestly had too much going on so it wasn't really an option.  Most of our house projects are finished.  John and I are really pleased with the results.  Our new deck looks great.  The improvements to the kitchen are amazing.  I now have a stove that the top burners heat up in minutes rather than what felt like hours.  I also have more space for my kitchen junk!!  I love the new island.  John John finishes school this Wednesday.  I need to finalize summer plans and babysitting.  I've been so spoiled during the year and not having to pay a sitter or daycare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115071406817837227?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115071406817837227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115071406817837227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115071406817837227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115071406817837227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/06/surviving-fathers-day.html' title='Surviving Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115033472635581241</id><published>2006-06-14T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:25:26.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's field trip was a day I'll never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truly, I find it hard to believe that I rode a school bus for over 10 years.  I went with John's class on a field trip yesterday and riding the bus was the worst experience of my life.  Maybe it's because the seats are higher now and you can't see over them to see the road.  Or maybe it was the fact that my son was being a terror and I wanted to stop him.  His saving grace was that he was great in the museum.  I seriously don't know why he feels the need to yell and think it's acceptable.  Ugggh.  Plus he likes to yell in other kids faces and thinks it's okay.  I hope he learns soon that it's not acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our kitchen is now complete.  I need to put everything back in place this weekend.  Friends are down at the moment doing other work for us.  We will now have a deck off our kitchen and laundry room.  It'll look nice.  I will be happy when all the renovation projects are done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also have to call the monument place tomorrow to find out why dad's footstone isn't in yet.  It's been ordered, and should be made.  This is probably the only time I hate not living close by to personally go and see what is going on.  I do not want to have dad's unveiling in August.  It is just going to be a rough time without having to have his unveiling.  Hopefully the footstone will be in by next week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115033472635581241?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115033472635581241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115033472635581241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115033472635581241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115033472635581241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/06/johns-field-trip-was-day-ill-never.html' title='John&apos;s field trip was a day I&apos;ll never forget'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-115016158481086681</id><published>2006-06-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:19:44.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown till the school year is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hard to believe that John's kindergarten year is almost over.  It amazes me how much he has learned.  He is now reading and reads everything he can.  His Teacher for the Deaf is looking at the first grade teachers to see which one would be a good fit for John.  I hope that next year he will continue to do well without his Teacher for the Deaf, Sue.  She is retiring at the end of the month and we are going to miss her.  She has been such a wealth of knowledge, and has done so much with John.  He has come a long way because of Sue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still need to figure out my summer schedule, and when to have my babysitter over.  I'm sending John to our districts summer program, and then plan to have the sitter 3 afternoons a week.  August I'll have her 3 days a week.  Fingers crossed it goes as planned.  I've been spoiled this year with working while John is in school.  It will be a juggling act over the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our house improvements are rolling along.  We should have the kitchen done soon.  It looks really nice.  I love my new island.  More space to put in my kitchen stuff!!  We had the backsplash tiled and it lightens it up tremendously.  John also splurged and bought a new dishwasher to go along with our new stove.  This will be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-115016158481086681?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/115016158481086681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=115016158481086681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115016158481086681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/115016158481086681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/06/countdown-till-school-year-is-over.html' title='countdown till the school year is over'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-114852000805362278</id><published>2006-05-24T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:20:08.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh peace and quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;John is away in Montreal till Friday for a conference, so it's just John John and I.  It's actually kind of nice just being the two of us here.  Solo parenting isn't always a joy, but when John John is good he's so easy.  He had a T-ball game tonight.  John John was a little silly on the field, and wasn't always paying attention.  Not too sure how much of an athlete we have here.  I like having him play if only for the socialization aspect.  After the game we went with friends to where else, McDonald's.  I will be so glad when that isn't the gourmet restaurant that is it at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend we are going to Pittsburgh for my cousin Sam's wedding.  All of my siblings shall be there, which will be nice.  Can't help but feel a little sad that neither of my parents will be there.  It will be 9 months exactly on Friday since dad's passing.  It still just blows me away that they are gone.  I know mourning my mom's death was different.  I always knew that her time was limited and mourned before her death.  I think a long term illness makes you come to grips with an imminent death.  Don't get me wrong I was very upset when she died, but I knew it would happen.  My father's death was totally unexpected.  I just wasn't prepared.  Can one really ever be prepared for a death?  I doubt it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-114852000805362278?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/114852000805362278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=114852000805362278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/114852000805362278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/114852000805362278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahh-peace-and-quiet.html' title='ahh peace and quiet'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-114829472989095650</id><published>2006-05-22T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T03:45:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe the sun will stick around today</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talk about washout weekend.  Saturday John played t-ball in the rain and wind, which meant sitting in the bleachers in the rain.  Yesterday we killed the afternoon at the mall.  John was entertained throwing pennies into the fountain and riding the merry-go-round.  We went to the toy store, and just looked around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This coming Friday will be exactly 9 months since my father's death.  I still rarely get through a day without thinking about him.  I miss him and wish he were still here.  I never realized how hard it would be to mourn him.  more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-114829472989095650?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/114829472989095650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=114829472989095650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/114829472989095650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/114829472989095650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/05/maybe-sun-will-stick-around-today.html' title='maybe the sun will stick around today'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28510194.post-114825630604338030</id><published>2006-05-21T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:05:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;John is in the tub, and tomorrow it's back to school.  His first year of school comes to an end in a month and it amazes me how much he's learned.  Of course I'm listening to him splash like a madman in the tub, and still being a boy, but he's come a long way.  He is reading now and loves reading signs as we drive by.   He is also telling time, adding, and subtracting.  Now if his two bottom teeth would come out and he could tie his shoes we'd be set.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm back to Eastern time.  Jet lag wasn't too bad.  I loved Cyprus and would go back in a heartbeat.  I enjoyed London too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28510194-114825630604338030?l=jennpom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/feeds/114825630604338030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28510194&amp;postID=114825630604338030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/114825630604338030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28510194/posts/default/114825630604338030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennpom.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-evening.html' title='Sunday evening'/><author><name>jennpom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05291419877376163826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
