<?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-2376952440985788360</id><updated>2012-01-05T18:36:32.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>with 4 kids ages 8, 6, 5 and 1, my husband and I are literally going crazy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1912434536226323720</id><published>2012-01-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:43:21.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRU_Erspp0E/TwY0i5zxltI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fXfLbmHEOuY/s1600/GEDC7775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694296553094747858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRU_Erspp0E/TwY0i5zxltI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fXfLbmHEOuY/s200/GEDC7775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIcEjbZls8U/TwY0ihFAqUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Z7MpYI8ZLn0/s1600/GEDC7774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694296546456152386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIcEjbZls8U/TwY0ihFAqUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Z7MpYI8ZLn0/s200/GEDC7774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacen on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odWtQ4vNj6I/TwY0ij8y8_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/XKURuDDox6E/s1600/GEDC7773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694296547227005938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odWtQ4vNj6I/TwY0ij8y8_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/XKURuDDox6E/s200/GEDC7773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyrah on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKy_YfA_DeQ/TwY0iCtlQyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MFkSV9npA0k/s1600/GEDC7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694296538304824098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKy_YfA_DeQ/TwY0iCtlQyI/AAAAAAAAAvY/MFkSV9npA0k/s200/GEDC7772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scheyer on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAvkpUiBtgw/TwY0h7ti7mI/AAAAAAAAAvM/9EcQc0Kex7w/s1600/GEDC7759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694296536425623138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAvkpUiBtgw/TwY0h7ti7mI/AAAAAAAAAvM/9EcQc0Kex7w/s200/GEDC7759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the grandkids with Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j8K1NrLOj0/TwY0GQF7UEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Ca_D2D2ID-Y/s1600/forever%2Bstrong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694296060860256322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j8K1NrLOj0/TwY0GQF7UEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Ca_D2D2ID-Y/s200/forever%2Bstrong.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Haws family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too tired to write anymore, so enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1912434536226323720?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1912434536226323720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1912434536226323720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1912434536226323720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1912434536226323720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRU_Erspp0E/TwY0i5zxltI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fXfLbmHEOuY/s72-c/GEDC7775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2379068270805546726</id><published>2011-10-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:58:50.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzqwFjTiAok/To6BVWj_SnI/AAAAAAAAAug/Zrp7iTc3JUg/s1600/GEDC3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660603985485056626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzqwFjTiAok/To6BVWj_SnI/AAAAAAAAAug/Zrp7iTc3JUg/s200/GEDC3136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rory preaching. It was hilarious, I couldn't understand a word he was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Bannack Montana, during Labor Day weekend. It's a nice little ghost town that is rumored to be haunted. Jake and I and the kids have been several times but this was Jenny's first time, along with Rory and Kamy. I think Dave has gone before, same with Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgm40Fgz1OU/To5-tNBG-RI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JxDlEpWt54o/s1600/GEDC3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660601096704817426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgm40Fgz1OU/To5-tNBG-RI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JxDlEpWt54o/s200/GEDC3143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kamy and Scheyer in jail. I'm going to put the same caption I put on Facebook. "Is this the future for these 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViC6cW3RLWA/To5-s-yhwXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jFYI75JCC4o/s1600/GEDC3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660601092885561714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViC6cW3RLWA/To5-s-yhwXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jFYI75JCC4o/s200/GEDC3122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton, Kyrah, Jacen, and Grandma, with Dora, Spongebob, and Spiderman (who is hiding) in the Bannack Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEERh2czl6c/To5-sohO6yI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IwPeQUjiqYw/s1600/GEDC3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660601086907444002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEERh2czl6c/To5-sohO6yI/AAAAAAAAAuI/IwPeQUjiqYw/s200/GEDC3152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Haws Family in front of an old truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EWirbtBpa0/To5-sShdpeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/oTlJxxVeDGI/s1600/GEDC3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660601081002829282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EWirbtBpa0/To5-sShdpeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/oTlJxxVeDGI/s200/GEDC3146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going to school. Scheyer, Jacen, Kamy, Kyrah, Peyton and me of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtJl0nKwsgA/To5-sDtvCtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yEWBvRt2MWY/s1600/GEDC3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660601077027769042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtJl0nKwsgA/To5-sDtvCtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/yEWBvRt2MWY/s200/GEDC3155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheyer and Kamy playing outside. Before this they were playing with water, and Scheyer was trying to drink straight out of the hose, and Kamy was pouring water on his head, but they stopped by the time I got the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2379068270805546726?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2379068270805546726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2379068270805546726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2379068270805546726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2379068270805546726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzqwFjTiAok/To6BVWj_SnI/AAAAAAAAAug/Zrp7iTc3JUg/s72-c/GEDC3136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7675488842596324410</id><published>2011-07-25T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:32:32.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of fun this 4th of July weekend. Some of my cousins came down the weekend before and we had a dinner, and played our traditional batball game, in my grandma's yard. And then we lit fireworks that night too. (that was friday night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jake was actually gone on the 4th of july, he went to Illinois to be with his family. But the kids and I had fun. We collected candy at the parade, and had hot dogs at my mom's house. We didn't go swimming because everybody goes swimming on the 4th, so it's always crowded. Then the town had fireworks thatnight, and there was a really cool lightening storm going on in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk-FIKZaKww/Ti2mxdp3CgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GAVtEK20qxU/s1600/GEDC3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633342077614361090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk-FIKZaKww/Ti2mxdp3CgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GAVtEK20qxU/s200/GEDC3017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen the "fireman" running back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXnu8DpS1iI/Ti2mnpyqrSI/AAAAAAAAAto/qsgQ846CDYA/s1600/GEDC3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633341909073833250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXnu8DpS1iI/Ti2mnpyqrSI/AAAAAAAAAto/qsgQ846CDYA/s200/GEDC3019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Jacen's "fireman" outfit. Since when does Darth Vader fight fires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Zxe2dSqETc/Ti2kMMOzkUI/AAAAAAAAAtg/s46itDhhivY/s1600/GEDC3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633339238259069250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Zxe2dSqETc/Ti2kMMOzkUI/AAAAAAAAAtg/s46itDhhivY/s200/GEDC3025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton, Kyrah, Jacen, Scheyer, and their friend at the Indian writings up Little Sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTa3eoH9idk/Ti2kMDE1zaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZKfUTmYgzcU/s1600/GEDC3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633339235801353634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTa3eoH9idk/Ti2kMDE1zaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ZKfUTmYgzcU/s200/GEDC3018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the kids waiting for fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxr3qDSV_Dw/Ti2kL_paNyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/J4vtBr-L_Hk/s1600/GEDC3014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633339234880993058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxr3qDSV_Dw/Ti2kL_paNyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/J4vtBr-L_Hk/s200/GEDC3014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton with his ears plugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoY06RCwRg/Ti2kLnxQ1mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/V3RIpH-ujlY/s1600/GEDC2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633339228471481954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoY06RCwRg/Ti2kLnxQ1mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/V3RIpH-ujlY/s200/GEDC2998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLeueFcMsxY/Ti2kLeR-azI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4PC3M-RaOHo/s1600/GEDC2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633339225924332338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLeueFcMsxY/Ti2kLeR-azI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4PC3M-RaOHo/s200/GEDC2976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and Scheyer on the Friday Night Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7675488842596324410?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7675488842596324410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7675488842596324410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7675488842596324410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7675488842596324410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk-FIKZaKww/Ti2mxdp3CgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/GAVtEK20qxU/s72-c/GEDC3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8176028723079422240</id><published>2011-07-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:28:32.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LSzF14a7j8/TiGtZD5PO3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/4jvFfrUwq68/s1600/284565_222212654480963_207163999319162_562285_5800880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629971655243545458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LSzF14a7j8/TiGtZD5PO3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/4jvFfrUwq68/s200/284565_222212654480963_207163999319162_562285_5800880_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother Charlie's band "Break the Broken" Won. Thanks to all those who voted. This is a picture of them that I stole from their website. My sister-in-law, Natalie, is in the band too, but she's not pictured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They open for Red Jumpsuit Apparatus on Thursday, July 21 in Pocatello, ID. I want to go, but it's 2 hours away, and I have those kids, who can't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8176028723079422240?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8176028723079422240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8176028723079422240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8176028723079422240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8176028723079422240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/07/they-won.html' title='They Won!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LSzF14a7j8/TiGtZD5PO3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/4jvFfrUwq68/s72-c/284565_222212654480963_207163999319162_562285_5800880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4019677564913830870</id><published>2011-07-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:22:57.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably annoying people!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there's 4 hours left in the voting. My brother's band is winning by 70 votes, it is so nerve racking. So please go to the website from the previous post, and vote. The winner gets to open for Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Vote for Break The Broken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4019677564913830870?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4019677564913830870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4019677564913830870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4019677564913830870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4019677564913830870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/07/probably-annoying-people.html' title='Probably annoying people!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1108633128575156888</id><published>2011-07-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:11:47.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Break the Broken!</title><content type='html'>My brother Charlie's band has a chance to open for Red Jumsuit Apparatus ( okay I don't really know who they are, but I don't listen to that type of music) Anyway they need votes. The website is http:&lt;a href="http://kbear.fm/pages/10329113.php"&gt;//kbear.fm/pages/10329113.php&lt;/a&gt; You can vote once a day! Vote for Break the Broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1108633128575156888?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1108633128575156888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1108633128575156888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1108633128575156888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1108633128575156888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/07/vote-for-break-broken.html' title='Vote for Break the Broken!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2562160246801526184</id><published>2011-07-08T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T01:18:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Screaming!</title><content type='html'>It's 2 AM, and Scheyer has been screaming the last 1 1/2 hours. At first it was when I was rocking him, but he wouldn't stop, so I put him in his bed. Kyrah has now moved to the couch, and we are watching "That 70's Show". She's probably asleep. &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I thought I would write on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;The swimming pool opened a week ago and my kids have been there non -stop. Peyton. Kyrah, and Jacen are all in swimming lessons, and Peyton passed his test, to go in the deep end by himself. I don't know how I feel about that, it means he's growing up. Kyrah is doing great in the water, and Jacen has learned how to do a "Canyon Ball" (cannon ball to us normal people) Scheyer thinks he should be able to do what the older kids are doing, so basically I get to go swimming everyday too. I have a nice sunburn too.&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I's 10th anniversary is on Sunday, and we were suppose to have a "Temple" date on saturday, but he made a last minute trip to Illinois and won't be home until Saturday night. So instead, I'm going grocery shopping, and then picking him up. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;My battery is almost dead on my laptop, but other news, we got a puppy. A border collie, and we named her Bella, long story about the name, I will have to write about it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2562160246801526184?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2562160246801526184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2562160246801526184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2562160246801526184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2562160246801526184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-screaming.html' title='Baby Screaming!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-505936687836505205</id><published>2011-06-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:30:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AfIGYqk_NM/TfoRyXtSPnI/AAAAAAAAArw/aTlxAA3_btk/s1600/GEDC2895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618823042153201266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AfIGYqk_NM/TfoRyXtSPnI/AAAAAAAAArw/aTlxAA3_btk/s200/GEDC2895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen in the Kindergarten Room. It was suppose to be a party, but the members in my family stayed by the toys. Partly because Scheyer kept grabbing cake off of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVAjPluDchk/TfoRxxzuOaI/AAAAAAAAAro/05EFUFIXUA8/s1600/GEDC2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618823031979653538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVAjPluDchk/TfoRxxzuOaI/AAAAAAAAAro/05EFUFIXUA8/s200/GEDC2869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton with his track meet ribbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSMjM3D32bc/TfoRxoQpKjI/AAAAAAAAArg/HfiZqRj-DcU/s1600/GEDC2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618823029416602162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSMjM3D32bc/TfoRxoQpKjI/AAAAAAAAArg/HfiZqRj-DcU/s200/GEDC2842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake feeding Scheyer applesauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu4M1nY7dAE/TfoRxS4ZnTI/AAAAAAAAArY/Qm5vM0pWjw8/s1600/GEDC2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618823023677775154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu4M1nY7dAE/TfoRxS4ZnTI/AAAAAAAAArY/Qm5vM0pWjw8/s200/GEDC2840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyrah's pretty and fake nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures are a month old, so I need to take new pictures or at least put the ones I have taken on the computer. I also need to take a picture of our house. Maybe one of these days this summer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-505936687836505205?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/505936687836505205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=505936687836505205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/505936687836505205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/505936687836505205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AfIGYqk_NM/TfoRyXtSPnI/AAAAAAAAArw/aTlxAA3_btk/s72-c/GEDC2895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-977557035624072156</id><published>2011-05-31T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:16:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Moved In, and Moved out.</title><content type='html'>We have finally got everything moved out of the other house, and it's clean and the keys are no longer in our possesion. Although, when I asked the landlords, if we could bring the keys to them, they told me to leave it on the counter.....Anyway, I'm glad to be not renting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have about 3 more boxes that I have to unpack, and find a place for. There are a ton of totes in the shed, filled with sheets and blankets that needed to be stored. I also have 1 big tote filled with Christmas decorations, and about 4 medium sized totes, filled with them too. My mom walked in the shed, and told me that I have a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of having another room built on, it will be basically a back porch, but it will be insulated, and we will have heat out there. I'm going to put some of the kids toys out there. I have a growing pile of things that are going to go in the back porch when its done.&lt;br /&gt;Scheyer has finally slept through the night, 2 nights in a row. Before, he has done it once in awhile, but this is the first time, with 2 nights. (I probably just jinxed it)&lt;br /&gt;Peyton is participating in the 10, 000 shot club this summer, his P.E. teacher got it going (who also happens to be my sister). You basically shoot the basketball 10, 000 times. I did it when I was in high school. He also has a reading program.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah wants to learn basketball, but I first have to concentrate on getting her to not shy away when I pass her the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Jacen likes to play "Yankees" and usuallyhe is playing the Red Sox, sometimes the Cubs. But he is always the Yankees. Although when we play Batball (a game that my siblings, cousins, and I invented when I was little) Jacen bats right handed, and tries to throw right handed, (he writes lefthanded) I guess he is going to be another me, I write lefthanded, and play sports right handed.&lt;br /&gt;So I will close now, due to an cleaning up an accident that was made, bythway, we will get our puppy in the next 2 to 3 weeks. She is a full bred Border Collie. She is really cute, and normally we would probably have to pay for a full bred, but we are related to the owners, and the mom is sick of the dog always having puppies, so she was glad to find a place for one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-977557035624072156?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/977557035624072156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=977557035624072156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/977557035624072156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/977557035624072156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally-moved-in-and-moved-out.html' title='Finally Moved In, and Moved out.'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5782446477830662384</id><published>2011-05-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:04:02.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost Moving Day</title><content type='html'>It's almost Moving Day, and I'm realizing that I have a TON of crap. It's a good thing we are only moving a couple of blocks, because I am going to have to take boxes and totes to the new house, unpack them, and then go back and pack more.... The good news is that I will have a couple days to move everything.&lt;br /&gt;The new house has three bedrooms, (the one we are in only has two, so Jake and I have our bedroom in the living room) but no basement. We will have a shed to store some things, and hopefully we will get a back porch built soon. We want to have it insulated so the kids can keep some of their toys out there. The main thing that I'm excited about is having a bedroom again. I won't have to make my bed everyday, although I still probably should.&lt;br /&gt;It was Scheyer's first birthday on Saturday, and I recorded it on video and then I went to put it on DVD and somehow I deleted it all. Along with Easter, Peyton, Kyrah, and Jacen's basketball game, and Peyton and Kyrah's play. I was REALLY REALLY REALLY MAD! So I plopped Scheyer down in front of his toys, and gave him a birthday cookie, and we sang "Happy Birthday" again and I recorded that. I also recorded Peyton shooting baskets, and Kyrah riding her bike. And then it turns out that on my didgital camera (it can take video too) I had some videos from those months, just not the main events. So I didn't lose those 3 months of Scheyers life. (Somehow I misplaced the first 6 months of Jacen's life, I don't think I can recreate that, he's a little too old)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5782446477830662384?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5782446477830662384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5782446477830662384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5782446477830662384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5782446477830662384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-almost-moving-day.html' title='It&apos;s almost Moving Day'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5398384372142177217</id><published>2011-03-24T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:51:47.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biig News</title><content type='html'>So Jake and I found out a couple of weeks ago that we were being kicked out of our rental because they are going to open a business.  Which if you have ever been to this town, you know that trying to open a business is a risk, but oh well.  I have been careful about saying anything on facebook because I'm "friends" with my landlords daughter.   &lt;br /&gt;She told us at a stressful time, when I was worried about my church calling (primary president), Worried about March Madness ( I know a stupid thing to worry about), worried about if Jake has a job during the summer (More than likely is losing one of them for the summer, but  not the other one, don't worry I have enough in savings to cover it), so this kind of just added to the stress.  Also there are not very many rentals here, lots of houses for sale, but not for rent.  So we looked into buying a house.  We can't buy an old home because Peyton has allergies that make him so he can't breathe.  He has had that for about 4 years and at the begining he would panic, but now he has figured out how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we are looking at putting a home, on some land that parents have, and it looks like it might work out.  But we are fasting this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5398384372142177217?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5398384372142177217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5398384372142177217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5398384372142177217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5398384372142177217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/03/biig-news.html' title='Biig News'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7112433935658200935</id><published>2011-03-14T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:27:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still March</title><content type='html'>I Know what everybody is thinking!  "Wow, she posted twice in one Month"   I know I'm shocked too.  But I'm at my mom's house (because she has the internet, and I don't)  Kyrah and Jacen are being good, Peyton is at basketball (Kyrah and Jacen didn't want to go) and Scheyer is sleeping.  So it's calm and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;It was a hectic day yesterday, it started out with the Daylight savings.  Since my kids had a late Saturday with the play, and then we lost an hour, they didn't even wake up until 9:50.  Except Scheyer, he woke up at 7.  We've all been battling colds this week, so none felt good.  Needless to say, I was the only one that headed to church at 9:55 (it starts at 10)  and that was only because I had to do sharing time.  We were playing a prophets matching game, and I was so out of it, that one kid picked an Ark, and I told him, "ok now you have to find Jonah"  I went home after the first hour, and Jake came to do his clerk duties&lt;br /&gt;.  I could tell that I didn't feel good, because during the ACC championship game, which was Duke and UNC, (for those of you who didn't know, I'm a HUGE DUKE FAN)  I just sat there and watched it.  Part of it was probably nerves, but I knew I didn't feel good.  (Usually I am very verbal during Duke games, I know, I know, I'm weird)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7112433935658200935?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7112433935658200935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7112433935658200935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7112433935658200935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7112433935658200935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-still-march.html' title='It&apos;s still March'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6183531621983959089</id><published>2011-03-09T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:06:12.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March</title><content type='html'>It's March, and you all know what that means!  It means that I turned 31!  It also means MARCH MADNESS!  So I won't have a whole lot of time because I will be busy, very busy...&lt;br /&gt;Kids are good, a little sick, but they are getting better.  Kyrah and Peyton will be in a play on Saturday.  It should be fun!  Jacen and Scheyer are hanging out at home!  That's always a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6183531621983959089?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6183531621983959089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6183531621983959089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6183531621983959089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6183531621983959089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-march.html' title='It&apos;s March'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8179882051914723833</id><published>2011-01-13T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:48:19.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I am writing this on a computer at the school where I am subbing, so I don't have any pictures to add.  Everything is going well with our family.  Jake is still working at the school and he is also at the post office filling in when needed, and also on Saturdays.   I substitute at the school, and I also am the assistant basketball coach, with my sister Stacy being the Head coach.  It's really fun.  (it was Jenny and I during volleyball) &lt;br /&gt;Peyton, and Kyrah go to school, and they love it.  Well Okay Kyrah loves it, Peyton has already learned to fake sick.  I'm pretty sure I didn't learn to do that until I was older.  Before Thanksgiving, one day before school, Peyton was saying he didn't feel good, and then I get a call saying that school is cancelled.  I told him, and he says "Oh good, now I don't have to pretend to be sick"  Kyrah hasn't missed a day yet, but she will probably miss a day next week because I have to take her to the dentist.  Unless the roads are bad, then I just cancel the appointment.  We live 2 1/2 hours away, so they are pretty understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Jacen and Scheyer stay home, with the exception of Jacen going to speech once a week.  He will go to Kindergarten next year.  I hope he learns to control his temper by then and refrain from hitting his classmates.  I also hope he starts liking church, because it's starting to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;Scheyer is 8 months old, and his favorite room in the house is the bathroom.  It's kind of funny, he will just go in there and find his bath toys and play.  It was easier when he wasnt crawling, or when he was reall slow crawling, because I always knew where he was, now I can't find him half the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's an exciting time of year for me, its NCAA Men's college Basketball!!!!Lucky for me, almost all the Duke games are on Television.  Although they lost last night, I'm still excited.  I'm a little irritated with the NFL.  I guess I should be lucky that the Colts even made it to the playoffs, because they had a bad year.  I'm going for the Seahawks to win it all.  That would be awesome.  I'm also going for anybody playing the Patriots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8179882051914723833?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8179882051914723833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8179882051914723833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8179882051914723833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8179882051914723833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2011/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-263703886122951555</id><published>2010-11-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:04:51.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, guess what?  I posted!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally decided to post. I'm at Mom's house using the internet, without kids, so I have time, as long as the battery doesn't run out.  It's been an eventful couple of months.  I had volleyball from middle of August until end of October.  I was the assitant coach for Varsity and my sister Jenny is the head coach , and the Jr. high Coach.  September was pretty easy because I only had volleyball, but October was another story.  We had so many things going on in October....First, were supposed to have our Primary Program on October 17th, and Peyton's baptism on thatday, but they ended being pushed back until October 31st. (I'm the Primary President, and Jenny is my 2nd Counsler).  My brother Charlie got married on Oct. 22nd, to Natalie, (whom I really like) The funny thing, Charlie's last name is Clark, and Natalie's last name is Clark.  They checked, the are not related.  October 28-30th was our volleyball tournament, we won a game for the first time in years.  And then I had a bright idea in August, that because Halloween was on Sunday, the Primary would put on a Harvest party on the 30th, and the kids could trick or treat.    The Community church in town helped, and  my family was a big help... and a ton of people came, and it was really fun.  On the 31st, we had our primary program, which a word to everyone, never have after a Halloween party, the kids were cranky, and the older kids brought candy.  My younger two were the worst, Jacen didn't even sit on the stand (and Jake and I were both up there,  Jake playing the piano, adnd I was supervising) so Jacen was sitting with my mom in the front row. He did get up to give his talk.  So did Kyrah.  Peyton did great!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After church, Peyton was baptized, it was short and sweet.  Then we had a family Halloween party. And then we went Trick or Treating to my Grandma's house and a couple of my Great-Aunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cgSRgeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1FGq9S8LRZc/s1600/GEDC2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545135182447074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cgSRgeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1FGq9S8LRZc/s200/GEDC2496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Halloween Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cVBPBuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rMGPbJyrnpk/s1600/GEDC2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545132158191330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cVBPBuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rMGPbJyrnpk/s200/GEDC2491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton and Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cIIO3cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/188xdHk0aZ4/s1600/GEDC2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545128697880002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cIIO3cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/188xdHk0aZ4/s200/GEDC2478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyrah, Scheyer, Jacen, Peyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-263703886122951555?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/263703886122951555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=263703886122951555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/263703886122951555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/263703886122951555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-guess-what-i-posted.html' title='Hey, guess what?  I posted!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TOP4cgSRgeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1FGq9S8LRZc/s72-c/GEDC2496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4602464593382802172</id><published>2010-08-14T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:57:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had some of Jake's family coma and visit us the first week of August, and it was great to see them.  We went to Bannack, and Idaho.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324503361795202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXd6QiNII/AAAAAAAAAqc/7h4Gn977Jro/s200/GEDC2342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Scheyer in his stroller, at Bannack.  He was a little cranky, because it was really hot, so I took him to the car, and fed him, with the AC on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXdivMwBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OPcWsZH3huU/s1600/GEDC2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324497047961618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXdivMwBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OPcWsZH3huU/s200/GEDC2376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton, Kyrah, and Jacen at the "school playground" at Bannack.  Apparently Jacen was in the middle of it, while it was still going around, and he was, as Jake puts it "almost chopped in half".  The bars were dull, so he ended being okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXdHa7NHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kRlhlNE8dII/s1600/GEDC2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324489715168370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXdHa7NHI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kRlhlNE8dII/s200/GEDC2354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake, Scheyer, Jacen (with his helmet, AKA ice cream bucket), Peyton (making a funny face), Angie, and Kyrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXc04lk6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/7KlAKR3Y0z0/s1600/GEDC2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324484739306402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXc04lk6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/7KlAKR3Y0z0/s200/GEDC2353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Haws (my MIL), Steve (BIL) and Kaylin (my neice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4602464593382802172?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4602464593382802172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4602464593382802172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4602464593382802172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4602464593382802172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/08/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TGbXd6QiNII/AAAAAAAAAqc/7h4Gn977Jro/s72-c/GEDC2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5817610509774208418</id><published>2010-07-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:34:44.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO INTERNET</title><content type='html'>We don't have the Internet at our house, so anytime I get on, it's at Mom's house.   Yesterday, we had to go to Butte, and we spent all our money, darn! &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, and possibly one other, (a niece) are coming to visit.  I'm really excited, the kids and I haven't seen them in 3 years, and Jake hasn't seen them in 2.  Our little house will be cramped, but it will be worth it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5817610509774208418?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5817610509774208418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5817610509774208418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5817610509774208418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5817610509774208418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-internet.html' title='NO INTERNET'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7497037725607520639</id><published>2010-07-18T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:25:13.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuHCbm3WI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MsZtUWE-WCA/s1600/8+weeks+duke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495357037512940898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuHCbm3WI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MsZtUWE-WCA/s200/8+weeks+duke.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THis isn't 4th of July, this is another of Scheyer in his Duke onsie, but I just love this picture!  He looks like a 30 year old man! (there was this guy on "The Bachelorette" who looks just like him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuGy0tSiI/AAAAAAAAAps/TzWtiTXEDJk/s1600/GEDC2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495357033323252258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuGy0tSiI/AAAAAAAAAps/TzWtiTXEDJk/s200/GEDC2262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us in our new house on the 4th of July (please excuse the way I look).  The house is only a 2 bedroom, so Jake and I's bed and dresser are actually in the living room.  We are in the process of putting up a screen, but we're not sure how, without putting holes in the wall.  Anyone have any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuGiGWt5I/AAAAAAAAApk/3PuGEi1-AdQ/s1600/GEDC2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495357028833867666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuGiGWt5I/AAAAAAAAApk/3PuGEi1-AdQ/s200/GEDC2260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids in their 4th of July clothes.  Peyton's shirt is actually orange, with USA across the front in Camo.  Scheyer's onsie has red, white and blue on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuGBvyx_I/AAAAAAAAApc/i3G_NCZMH_I/s1600/GEDC2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495357020149303282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuGBvyx_I/AAAAAAAAApc/i3G_NCZMH_I/s200/GEDC2232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and Scheyer on his blessing day, which happens to be on the 4th of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set off our fireworks on Saturday evening (Dave and Charlie spent about $200, it's Dave's most favorite holiday ever.  He's my bro-in-law, and Charlie is my brother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then our town had their celebration on the actual 4th, which was on Sunday.  Last time is was on Sunday, they held it on Saturday, and everyone  blamed the Mormons, so this time, we decided not to interfere.  They had their parade, and then a potluck (which we haven't attended in years) Then fireworks at night, and a couple fires.  We watched the parades, and the fireworks.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7497037725607520639?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7497037725607520639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7497037725607520639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7497037725607520639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7497037725607520639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TENuHCbm3WI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MsZtUWE-WCA/s72-c/8+weeks+duke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5764531358899619811</id><published>2010-06-29T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:41:04.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TCpm3dJk8sI/AAAAAAAAApU/mwcwpismjog/s1600/8+weeks+duke+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488312198808007362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TCpm3dJk8sI/AAAAAAAAApU/mwcwpismjog/s200/8+weeks+duke+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Scheyer wearing his Duke onsie.  Its a 6-9 month size, but I put it on him at 2 months, and it fits pretty good.  I ordered the 6-9 month size because they looked like they ran small.  I had to order the Duke outfit, because he's named after a Duke player!!!!! Just like I had to get Peyton a Colts shirt.  ( I suppose I should get Jacen a Star Wars shirt, because he was named after an evil jedi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TCpm28XJWbI/AAAAAAAAApM/C886fcHucdw/s1600/GEDC2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488312190006548914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TCpm28XJWbI/AAAAAAAAApM/C886fcHucdw/s200/GEDC2193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all of us climbing the "L" mountain  Stacy has Scheyer in the snuggly.  Mom, Stacy and I toook turns carrying him.  Dave (my bro-in-law) has Rory (my nephew) in the back pack thing.  Peyton, Kyrah, and Jacen all walked.  Not bad for kids.  This was the first time we got Jake to come with us.  Jenny and Kamy weren't able to come due to Kamy not sleeping the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5764531358899619811?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5764531358899619811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5764531358899619811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5764531358899619811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5764531358899619811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/TCpm3dJk8sI/AAAAAAAAApU/mwcwpismjog/s72-c/8+weeks+duke+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8700728100694963120</id><published>2010-06-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:41:21.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Well, we did it, we are in our own house (renting), for those of you who didn't know, we were in my parents house forever, and it was getting a little cramped, living in 2 rooms.  This house only has 2 bedrooms too, but it also has a living room, and a kitchen, and a bathroom.  We gave the 2 rooms to the kids, and we are screening off part of the living room for our bed and dresser.  There is a back porch, but it had holes in the floor, so mice could get up.  NO WAY, it also isn't insulated.  So we are using that for storage.  There is also a basement, its good for our exercise equipment, but I would never sleep down there. &lt;br /&gt;So we are excited to be cooking on our own, and we make sure the grandkids get down to Grandmas once a day (that's where we are now)&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to go, and basically I'm going to die.  Jenny and I are doing Insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8700728100694963120?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8700728100694963120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8700728100694963120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8700728100694963120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8700728100694963120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-3055359222853172652</id><published>2010-06-03T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:43:40.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's June</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I could never support year-round school, for one reason, and one reason only, I do not want my kids stuck in the house during the cold weather for a month straight.....&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my kids didn't go outside until after dinner, and they drove me NUTS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sent them outside early, and I have barely seen them since, it's been nice.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we are finally looking to rent a house, I don't want to jinx it, but she said she would rent it to us.   It's not right across the street from my mom's (which was the original plan), but it is right across the street from my grandma's house and down the street from Mom's.  We aren't getting the internet, so we are going to come to mom's to use it......That won't interrupt my blogging, though because I don't do it very often anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-3055359222853172652?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/3055359222853172652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=3055359222853172652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3055359222853172652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3055359222853172652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-june.html' title='It&apos;s June'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2079624431352270821</id><published>2010-05-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T08:47:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of school, and it felt like we were there all day.  We had to go to Kindergarten Graduation, and then in their classroom for a party.   They only had 2 kids graduating, so it didn't take that long.  I'm going to have to go next year too, because we've decided to have Kyrah repeat kindergarten.  She's a young one and next year when she goes she'll be with people who waited a year to go.  There was no way that I was going to keep her home another year, she really wanted to go, and it was good for her.  She's excited to go back to kindergarten.  She'll be with the boys in her church class.  So I have to do kindergarten stuff next year, and the year after that, because Jacen will go (that will be an eye opener for the teacher, he's a nightmare sometimes). That will be  4 years in a row....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after lunch, we went to Peyton's kickball game.  It has been raining all week, so it was inside the gym.  I found out when we got there, that parents could play too, but there was noway I was playing, I had sandals on, plus I still need to lose some baby weight.  They let Kyrah play....they probably would have let Jacen play too, but he didn't know the rules.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to watch, Peyton is a goofball.&lt;br /&gt;After that we all got to go to the lunchroom, and have ice cream.  It was fun, and Jacen made some friends, and Scheyer slept the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2079624431352270821?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2079624431352270821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2079624431352270821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2079624431352270821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2079624431352270821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/05/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6531193392301445296</id><published>2010-05-21T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:19:45.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craziness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJ2_tBvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1xB_02UvrEI/s1600/GEDC1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473863832682956530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJ2_tBvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1xB_02UvrEI/s200/GEDC1957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah  during the school spring program.  The were singing "Old Dan Tucker"  Kyrah is such a drama queen, and I told my sister Stacy, that I hope she out grows it because I don't think I can handle it.  Her biggest thing is not listening, and when I call her on it, she turns it around to try to make it look like she's the victim......and she's only 5, I'm hoping that when she's a teenager, she'll be out of that stage.  Don't get me wrong, she can also be a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJmH_VlI/AAAAAAAAAos/caPSJ-er9Hg/s1600/GEDC1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473863828154308178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJmH_VlI/AAAAAAAAAos/caPSJ-er9Hg/s200/GEDC1958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton during "Old Dan Tucker"  During the other song they sang, Peyton had a solo.  He actually volunteered for it, and he did a really good job.  Peyton usually doesn't sing unless the music is really loud and there is no chance that people will hear him.  But this one was in a microphone.  His music teacher was really proud, as was his mom and dad, and several family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJTl0a3I/AAAAAAAAAok/8CeaFNm0NjI/s1600/GEDC1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473863823179148146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJTl0a3I/AAAAAAAAAok/8CeaFNm0NjI/s200/GEDC1921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only time Jacen has wanted to hold Scheyer.  Although he does like to grab his cheeks and squish them together.  It makes Scheyer cry.  Jacen is a weird one, have you imitated your kids when they were throwing a fit, just to show them how ridiculous it looks.  You don't do that with Jacen, he thinks its funny, and tries to do it so people will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473863816919983042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSI8RhI8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/IKpiTd0i-V0/s200/GEDC1963.JPG" /&gt;Scheyer....he's a pretty good baby, whose going to have to be a tough little kid...since his brothers and sister are into to wrestling, and they will definitley get him started at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6531193392301445296?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6531193392301445296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6531193392301445296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6531193392301445296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6531193392301445296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/05/craziness.html' title='craziness!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S_cSJ2_tBvI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1xB_02UvrEI/s72-c/GEDC1957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7763120495952671309</id><published>2010-05-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:42:12.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S-WT0ZVEvvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/r1ESGRYcizk/s1600/GEDC1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468939850873093874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S-WT0ZVEvvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/r1ESGRYcizk/s200/GEDC1899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scheyer and me, we were trying to get a good picture of his hair, and also we were trying to get one with his eyes open!  (please excuse the way I look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S-WT0FuQZwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9P18ux2PMDI/s1600/GEDC1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468939845610006274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S-WT0FuQZwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9P18ux2PMDI/s200/GEDC1884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scheyer and his cousin Kamy, who is 2 months older I think, maybe 2 1/2.  We figured she probably weighed only about a pound more than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7763120495952671309?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7763120495952671309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7763120495952671309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7763120495952671309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7763120495952671309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S-WT0ZVEvvI/AAAAAAAAAoU/r1ESGRYcizk/s72-c/GEDC1899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1081593587066307567</id><published>2010-05-02T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:55:03.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CGcdI_9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/xyIgjljsp44/s1600/GEDC1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466809307415248850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CGcdI_9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/xyIgjljsp44/s200/GEDC1886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CGNPsysI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Pp0jD9v3bWw/s1600/GEDC1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466809303332342466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CGNPsysI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Pp0jD9v3bWw/s200/GEDC1881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scheyer Dean Haws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CFblJohI/AAAAAAAAAns/X39AQb218Ok/s1600/GEDC1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466809290000540178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CFblJohI/AAAAAAAAAns/X39AQb218Ok/s200/GEDC1867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scheyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't know, I was pregnant, and I had the baby April 30th. The story of the delivery itself is so funny that I had to share it. I went in at 7 o'clock to be induced and at 8 they gave me this pill thing (I can't remember the name) to help my cervix softened. I was dilated to 2 1/2 at this time, and I had to lay down for 2 hours for the pill to work. So at 10 they checked me and I was at a 4. In my previous 3 pregnancies, I was a wimp and by the time I was a 4, I was begging for the epidural. However, I was at a new hospital, a smaller hospital, and they don't offer epidurals. They offer intrathecrals (so I don't know how to spell that). Which is a one time deal, so you have to time it. If you give it too early, it wears off, too late, and it won't kick in. It also doesn't numb you, so you can feel the baby drop, and you feel everything when you push. But my doctor was planning on numbing me down there with something else when the time came (due to the fact that I had 3 epidurals)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the story, I was a 4, and they told me that they usually want to give the medicine when you are at a 5. So we went walking around the hospital grounds for 40 minutes and when we were done, I was barely a 5. My doctor decided not to give the medicine, because the contractions didn't seem to phase me enough because I was laughing, so they didn't think I would progress veryfast. Instead they gave me "the pit" and it increased the contractions. I stayed in bed, or I was using the big ball (which I love for contractions by the way). By 3:30, my water broke on its own, and I was at a 7. I thought I couldn't handle the contractions, So I asked for the medicine. At 3:45 he came to do it, and that was over 3:55. It took the edge off of maybe 4 contractions. The Nurse checked me, and I was at a 9. She called the doctor. I had previously told him that I usually pushed for 20 mintues, so he didn't hurry right over. So took make a long story short, I went from a 7 to a 10, in 30 minutes. The medicine didn't have time to kick in, I didn't get numbed for the pushing, and the nurses were barely ready for when the baby came out. The doctor wasn't even there. The baby's head was crowning while just Jake was there. And thus Scheyer Dean Haws was born, looking like he was in a fight, with swollen eyes and a bruised forehead. (and a head of black hair, that I have no idea where it came from). He weighed 9 pounds even (tied with Jacen for my smallest) and 20 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1081593587066307567?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1081593587066307567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1081593587066307567' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1081593587066307567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1081593587066307567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-baby-again.html' title='New Baby again!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S94CGcdI_9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/xyIgjljsp44/s72-c/GEDC1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4769546026378831108</id><published>2010-02-25T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:27:04.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new baby!</title><content type='html'>Jenny had her baby a week ago.  A little girl 6 lbs 10 ounces.  They estimated that she was actually 3 weeks early, and that they got the due date wrong.  She had a scheduled c-section, that they thought was 10 days early. &lt;br /&gt;We went down to see her on Saturday the 20th, and it was so weird holding a baby that small.  Even Rory was 8 pounds, and my kids were all in the 9 pound range.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any pictures, sorry, I was only at her house for maybe 45 minutes, and didn't take any.  THe baby's name is Kameron, and they call her Kamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the next day, Stacy and Charlie came down, and Charlie was wrestling with my kids.  At first Kyrah came out dressed in her Fancy Nancy outfit, but as soon as she saw the wrestling, off came her fancy shoes.  So Im watching from the kitchen, and I see Peyton, Jacen, and Kyrah trying to bring Charlie down.  Kyrah grabs a pillow and takes a running start from the kitchen, and jumps on Charlie with the pillow.  a couple minutes later I see her getting ready to take her running start but instead of the pillow, she picked up a plastic yellow chair that she was going to hit Charlie with....It was so funny (I stopped her before)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the kids figured out that if all three of them wrapped Charlie up around his ankles, he would come down, so Charlie started to run away from them, and Peyton dove at his feet, just at the same moment that Charlie brought his heel up.  Needless to say, Peyton has a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;Then later that night, Peyton was playing the Wii (we decided to get one, even though we already have an x-box and gamecube)  and he was playing tennis, and swinging really hard, Kyrah got too close, and BAM  Kyrah has a black eye.  Kyrah's is definitley the better of the two. My first thought, was "they are going to think that we beat our kids".&lt;br /&gt;THe next day at school I had to explain to their teachers how both of them had black eyes, it was really quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then later we were playing Wii again, and Jacen kept getting too close, and  I told that he was going to get a black eye like the other two, but he never got hit in the face, just the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Playing the Wii is a dangerous pastime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4769546026378831108?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4769546026378831108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4769546026378831108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4769546026378831108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4769546026378831108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-baby.html' title='a new baby!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6719522389827703149</id><published>2010-02-15T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:18:44.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really busy!</title><content type='html'>So i have been really busy these past couple months, but this week basketball should be over, o at least in the next couple of weeks.  Then I get the paycheck and it will all be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Tournament is this week, and i'm also going become an aunt again.  They are taking Jenny's baby via c-section on Wed.  about the time we are playing in our tourney game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need some ideas for teaching songs to primary kids.  Our branch is small and I cant even find a nursery leader let alone a music person, so I have to do it myself.  I love the primary songs, but I have no idea how to lead and I don't know that much about the notes either.  so any help would be appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6719522389827703149?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6719522389827703149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6719522389827703149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6719522389827703149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6719522389827703149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-busy.html' title='really busy!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8607721404761871715</id><published>2010-01-27T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:54:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I actually did upload my pictures to my computer, but these pictures, I stole from my sister, who uploaded them to facebook.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2Clav1QcnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MO5hvumzxQ0/s1600-h/18766_1309979758718_1507343335_831605_6468271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431523029543842418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2Clav1QcnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MO5hvumzxQ0/s200/18766_1309979758718_1507343335_831605_6468271_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah in the dress and wig that Jenny and Dave gave her.  She loves dress up clothes, and she was outgrowing hers, so this Christmas Santa gave her a Sleeping Beauty one, and Jenny gave her this one.  She's a weird kid, shes all into the pink, and dress up, but then she's out there now pretending to be a female jedi from star wars.  One time I caught her and Peyton playing football, and she was tackling him, lots better than the high school boys here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2ClaVhmMZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Duk7ZjThngc/s1600-h/18766_1309979718717_1507343335_831604_4032121_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431523022482059666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2ClaVhmMZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Duk7ZjThngc/s200/18766_1309979718717_1507343335_831604_4032121_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen and Peyton in the army stuff that Charlie and Jenny gave them.  Jenny gave them each a canteen, that she found out later, was a used one.  So we washed them well with soap, water and bleach, and told them they were canteens off of a dead army guy.  We're just a little weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2ClaEU0vzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5xgqnsnRUJ8/s1600-h/18766_1309984478836_1507343335_831624_6366394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431523017865084722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2ClaEU0vzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/5xgqnsnRUJ8/s200/18766_1309984478836_1507343335_831624_6366394_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging up their stockings....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also they all recieved basketballs from Grandma, and we would take them to th gym, and they would practice their dribbling, and Peyton was practicing his shot on a basket that was lower than 10 feet.  and being the meanie that I am, and I made him do it right.   I can't wait until its nicer when we can go to the blacktop and we can practice.  One of my goals is to get our own hoop, that can lower so little kids have an easier time to shoot at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8607721404761871715?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8607721404761871715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8607721404761871715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8607721404761871715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8607721404761871715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-actually-did-upload-my-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/S2Clav1QcnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MO5hvumzxQ0/s72-c/18766_1309979758718_1507343335_831605_6468271_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7315798246766691186</id><published>2010-01-10T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:17:11.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So I still haven't downloaded the pictures from Christmas, I thought about it once or twice, but I didn't do it.  I did take my camera down, and take a couple more pics, but that's it. &lt;br /&gt;SO update, basketball is going good, we've 3 games, which is more than last year, and the season isn't even half over yet!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are good.  Peyton got tested for allergies and he's allergic to alot of stuff, so I think they are going to give him the allergy drops.  That's why he has asthma, from the allergies.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah is enjoying kindergarten, and seems to behave better there than at home. &lt;br /&gt;Jacen goes to "school" its actually speech, but he's just happy to go to th school.  I'm not really looking forward to the day when they teach him to say "Okay"  not "Otay"  It's so cute, but I guess it wouldn't be cute on a 16 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7315798246766691186?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7315798246766691186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7315798246766691186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7315798246766691186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7315798246766691186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1952147941788320721</id><published>2009-12-19T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:29:35.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally posting something.  It's been a busy month!  I had to be a substitute teacher for 4 weeks,  I've had basketball practice/games.  It was nice to make the extra money, but I'm glad to be home with Jacen again.  I also had to go to the doctor with Peyton about his asthma.  IT got so bad to the point where whenever he did anything that was some kind of exercise, he couldn't breathe.  It happened for seven days straight.  He even woke up not being able to breathe.  So I took him to the doctor, and they put him on all these inhalers, and finally they decided on Advair.  Now on Monday, I'm taking him to get allergy tested, to see what he's allergic too, to cause this.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah and Jacen are doing just fine, and Jacen really wants to open his presents.  And when Kyrah got to see Santa Claus, she said "oh I'm so Glad"&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to go get stuff done before the Duke basketball game at 2, and my basketball game at 5:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1952147941788320721?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1952147941788320721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1952147941788320721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1952147941788320721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1952147941788320721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1975152916082954922</id><published>2009-11-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:16:16.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Su8SwlsUIeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jTKVYnn4wOg/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399555104201515490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Su8SwlsUIeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jTKVYnn4wOg/s200/Halloween+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids all dressed up.  Big surprise what they were.  Peyton and Jacen were army guys...again.  And Kyrah is technically a bride, but she wanted to be a princess too, so she was a princess bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1975152916082954922?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1975152916082954922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1975152916082954922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1975152916082954922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1975152916082954922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Su8SwlsUIeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jTKVYnn4wOg/s72-c/Halloween+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8767496594997981782</id><published>2009-10-31T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:38:10.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it was time to post some pictures.  It's been a long time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmaDPjgYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rO3nax9TZbs/s1600-h/SeptOct2009+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398802651043561858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmaDPjgYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rO3nax9TZbs/s200/SeptOct2009+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jacen dressed as a knight, he had a knight helmet on, and Charlie's old sword, and Mom's lid to her frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmZswYe6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/sekTGbir3ig/s1600-h/SeptOct2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398802645007236002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmZswYe6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/sekTGbir3ig/s200/SeptOct2009+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kyrah's first day of Kindergarten.  She loves it, and when she's being whiny, I threatened to keep her home from school, and she stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmZbSVgRI/AAAAAAAAAms/6UfDbvZZA5E/s1600-h/SeptOct2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398802640317808914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmZbSVgRI/AAAAAAAAAms/6UfDbvZZA5E/s200/SeptOct2009+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton opening a present on his 7th birthday.  He has changed so much this year, last year he was shy,and he refused to eat lunch.  Now he eats at school all the time, and he loves playing with the other kids.  Plus I hear they have a hard time getting him to be quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, volleyball is over and I get a couple of weeks off before basketball starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be nice to be home more with my kids, but I need to find another way to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8767496594997981782?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8767496594997981782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8767496594997981782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8767496594997981782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8767496594997981782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-it-was-time-to-post-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SuxmaDPjgYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rO3nax9TZbs/s72-c/SeptOct2009+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6381613193127420937</id><published>2009-10-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:25:06.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>I figured it was probably time for an update.  The snow is about melted, and it seems really nice today!  Although Peyton is home sick, but he's being really good.  Kyrah was about to stay home, but she ended up going, because it was a classmates birthday, and since she is the other half of the class, we thought it was important to be there.  Peyton was supposed to take treats for his birthday, but his teacher said he could take them Monday!&lt;br /&gt;This week is National School Lunch week, and family members are allowed to go eat with the kids for free.  My dad went with Peyton and Kyrah on Monday, and Jake, Jacen and I were supposed to go today, but obviously we can't all go, so I'm staying home with Peyton and Jake and Jacen are going to eat with Kyrah.  I figure I can hold off on the school lunch, because I sub at the school all the time, and eat there plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jacen had an old thing of deoderant, and was wiping it all over the walls and his little table, I looked at him and asked what he was doing, and he said "I'm making a mess"  I knew I should have gotten mad at him, but it was so funny!  Lately he has been on a temper-tantrum roll.  It's like the terrible two's all over again.  It started when school started and he had to be home alone.  Yesterday at 9:15 am, he asked me, "Mom, can you go get Kyrah"  She still had 2 1/2 hours left of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6381613193127420937?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6381613193127420937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6381613193127420937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6381613193127420937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6381613193127420937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2194074444112526609</id><published>2009-10-05T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:06:48.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>We are under about a foot of snow, if not more.  I really should have taken a picture, but I didn't.  Yesterday, we settled down to watch conference, and it was snowing, it kept snowing all day!&lt;br /&gt;I called my grandma at I think 12:00 yesterday, to see if she wanted us to shovel her sidewalk, and she told to wait until it stopped snowing, it never did.  My mom and dad are over there now.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to shovel our sidewalk, and our driveway, and while I was doing that, Jenny's dog Jody, fell in our firepit.   It was covered in snow, and she didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;So before all the snow came, it was homecoming on Saturday.  There was a little snow on the ground, from a previous fall, but other than that, it was nice.  My kids ran aound with out coats on.  The football game was fun, the boys played really good.  They ended up losing by 15, but that's good considering the fact that they got killed the first time they played them.&lt;br /&gt;We then had a volleyball game, and we won, we didn't play the best....but we pulled it off.  We missed lots of serves.  We did better on our hitting.  It was nice to win in front of the home crowd. &lt;br /&gt;Then a jr. high game, they lost.  Then apparently a dance, which I had no part of, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;There were homecoming things going on all week, but I'm not going to talk about those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2194074444112526609?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2194074444112526609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2194074444112526609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2194074444112526609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2194074444112526609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/10/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5144547303647791427</id><published>2009-09-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:46:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been even crazier</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I was typing a blog entry.....long story short, I lost it all!  So back to square one.  I was waiting (before yesterday) to post, because there were pictures that needed to be transfered from my camera to the computer.  The person in charge of it, was a big slacker!!!!! Wonder who that was? HHMMM!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the pictures were of the first day of school.  Peyton is in 1st grade, and Kyrah is in Kindergarten, and they love it.  Jacen was sick the first week of school, so he didn't even notice that he was home alone with me, but now that he feels better, he's noticing a little bit.  We are going to Dillon tomorrow, just me and him.&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball is going  good, and the girls are really coachable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5144547303647791427?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5144547303647791427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5144547303647791427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5144547303647791427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5144547303647791427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-even-crazier.html' title='It&apos;s been even crazier'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2665412447091261586</id><published>2009-08-30T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:56:39.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics from when we tried to go camping, but there was thunder and lightning&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlUEBhqBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/uWPtImz7gEo/s1600-h/2009+camping+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861238060394514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlUEBhqBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/uWPtImz7gEo/s200/2009+camping+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah and Jacen with Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlTtnnYTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tL2ljK8NYBo/s1600-h/2009+camping+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861232046137650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlTtnnYTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tL2ljK8NYBo/s200/2009+camping+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton and Kyrah with Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlS-tvWMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mHHFOPeeiEU/s1600-h/2009+camping+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861219455359170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlS-tvWMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mHHFOPeeiEU/s200/2009+camping+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton, Kyrah, and Jacen with Stacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our first volleyball game, yesterday, and it was a long day!  The girls were better than last year, but there is still room for improvement.  Tomorrow we have to go to a place that's 5 hours away on a bus, so that's going to be a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a flash of a terrible memory on Friday.  We found out that a guy that use to go to school here, (and his parents still live here) was killed in a car accident.  When I was told that, I realized that it was exactly 7 years ago that my brother was killed in a car accident.  It brought that sick feeling back, and I feel for this family whose suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2665412447091261586?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2665412447091261586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2665412447091261586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2665412447091261586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2665412447091261586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SprlUEBhqBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/uWPtImz7gEo/s72-c/2009+camping+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8726166853871178137</id><published>2009-08-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:28:11.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Volleyball started yesterday, and it is exhausting. Yesterday, we had Coach Reeves come down, for the whole day. Coach Reeves use to coach at Ricks College, and now teaches at BYU-Idaho (which use to be Ricks College). She brought one of her old players, to help, and I really liked her too. It was such a fun day learning how to play volleyball, and the girls were so receptive to her. And that carried on into today. The girls got their butts kicked today with conditioning drills, but they never complained, and it's going to be the same way tomorrow. Hopefully there's no complaining too.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm so excited for this volleyball season!&lt;br /&gt;IN other news, the kids are doing great.  They came to practice with me, and were so good.  I worry that I'll be gone to much, and the kids will start acting out.  So I guess I'll have to spend quality time with them when I am home.  I'm really going to have to work on that, when Peyton goes to school full time.  Jacen and Kyrah won't be a  problem, because I'll be home during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8726166853871178137?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8726166853871178137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8726166853871178137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8726166853871178137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8726166853871178137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/08/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2570129257270263199</id><published>2009-08-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:34:39.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>So the last time, we tried to go camping, there was a storm, so it didn't happen.  So we tried again, and it still stormed but not as bad, so we stayed.  Jake didn't get to go because he had to work the next morning.  But the kids and I went along with Jenny, Dave and Rory, Stacy and Mom. &lt;br /&gt;We had fun, but it was the worst night sleep ever, I shared a blow up mattress with Jacen and Peyton.  It was queen size and the only way we would fit was laying so my feet hung off.  That was actually okay, it was sleeping in a sleeping bag that gets me because it is so constricted.  I'm the type of person that tosses and turns, and that's too hard in the sleeping bag.  My mom offered to have me share a mattress with her, but I didn't want to because I didn't want to keep her up with my attempt at turning.  I knew it wouldn't bother the boys.  So Kyrah slept with her.  At about 3 in the morning, I woke up to Rory crying in the other tent, then Peyton woke up out of his sleeping bag, and he yelled, "I want to go home"  I put him back in and he fell right asleep.  Kyrah was out of her sleeping bag too, but I don't think it woke her up, instead my mom, just covered her with hers, and alot of blankets. (my kids all had flannel blankets in their sleeping bags)  I told mom that I had to go to the bathroom, and she told to hold it.  I did, but only because I didn't want to get out of my warm sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;Then at 6:30 am, Jacen wakes up crying because he can't get his socks off.  I told him they weren't socks, they were footed pj's.  Still he insisted, and I got him dressed, and I found out he really had to go potty, so we left the tent. &lt;br /&gt;We had fun, Peyton caught 3 fish, and we took a couple of hikes. On one of them we climbed up on the hill and discovered that it echoed.  Jenny, Stacy , and I also wrote new songs for the musical that we are writing.  Of course we couldn't stop laughing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Wed. morning we packed up and came home, and I had to get all cleaned up to go meet with the new superintendent, and other people.  (Last week we thought Jake didn't have a job this fall, but he does, so no worries!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2570129257270263199?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2570129257270263199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2570129257270263199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2570129257270263199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2570129257270263199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4758984951007018876</id><published>2009-08-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:11:11.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on.....again!</title><content type='html'>So there' s not much going.....actually there's a heck of alot going on, but I can't say it on here. &lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing good, and Jake and I are surviving.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it looked I needed to update my blog, and this is all I've got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4758984951007018876?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4758984951007018876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4758984951007018876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4758984951007018876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4758984951007018876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-much-going-onagain.html' title='Not much going on.....again!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5288143093867800574</id><published>2009-07-29T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:34:06.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July!</title><content type='html'>July has been so stressful because of birthdays, and primary activities.  But all of that is over, and I have 2 1/2 weeks of relaxation until volleyball starts. &lt;br /&gt;I  have to take Kyrah to the dentist on Friday, and she has to get a spacer put in, and fill some cavities. My mom is going to watch Peyton and Jacen, so i don't have to take them with me.  That's good because, Jacen loves to run around!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So like I said before, volleyball starts the middle of august, and I'm really excited. &lt;br /&gt;Now this is really random, but I just took a break from typing to flush a bee down the toliet.  I captured it with a small cup. And well you know the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5288143093867800574?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5288143093867800574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5288143093867800574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5288143093867800574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5288143093867800574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/07/july.html' title='July!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5694689605174031946</id><published>2009-07-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:57:17.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We climbed the "L" again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We climbed the "L" mountain again, this time with my Aunt Kathy and my cousin Megan. It was fun, we used all the time when I was little, so Megan wanted to do it again. This time I had better pictures. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SmfroC2ZK-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/dopQk_BtLxo/s1600-h/birthday+party+and+primary+activity+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361514252435359346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SmfszlqahnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yEyGEpO-6ug/s200/birthday+party+and+primary+activity+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and I, with Mom, Aunt Kathy, and Megan.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361512954600172514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SmfroC2ZK-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/dopQk_BtLxo/s200/birthday+party+and+primary+activity+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Kyrah, Jacen, and Peyton on top of some rocks, on the way down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Smfrnxd9IUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0PcVIxTh5ys/s1600-h/birthday+party+and+primary+activity+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361512949934268738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Smfrnxd9IUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0PcVIxTh5ys/s200/birthday+party+and+primary+activity+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I, with Dad, Mom, and Aunt Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5694689605174031946?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5694689605174031946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5694689605174031946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5694689605174031946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5694689605174031946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-climbed-l-again.html' title='We climbed the &quot;L&quot; again!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SmfszlqahnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yEyGEpO-6ug/s72-c/birthday+party+and+primary+activity+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6585163478677885113</id><published>2009-07-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:16:30.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>I have been so frustrated lately with Jacen.  My goal this summer was to potty-train him, so I started right when school got out, but he wasn't interested, so I put it on the back burner.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I decided we needed some divine intervention, so for July's Fast Sunday, we decided to fast for Jacen to be potty trained.  (that's right, I did it, I didn't know what else to do)&lt;br /&gt;Then last week when he started asking to get him a new diaper, I knew it was time.  So on Monday, I put him in underwear.  I was in the kitchen, and I saw him take off his underwear and put a diaper back on.  So I hid the diapers from him and for the first part of the day he was naked, because he refused to put on the underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he went in the potty, and now he goes all the time, and  has only had one accident.  He'll even go #2.  I am so relieved,  it's done!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6585163478677885113?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6585163478677885113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6585163478677885113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6585163478677885113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6585163478677885113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2181135451160692582</id><published>2009-07-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:23:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My anniversary has come and gone......</title><content type='html'>My anniversary was on July 10th.   Jake and I have been married 8 years.  Eight long years.....just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, I have a three year old sitting on my lap, with his foot on the keyboard, so sorry for any typos (hey I should use that excuse everytime I type)&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I spent the day very glamorous.  First, Jake went to work......what a way to spend your anniversary.  Then we packed all the kids in the car, and drove to Dillon, which is 45 miles away.  When we got there, we did something fabulous. We took Kyrah to the doctor.  She had to get shots and a pre-surgery physical (she has to have dental surgery)&lt;br /&gt;Then we celebrated at Pizza Hut. Then we went and spent tons of money at Safeway where we bought groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wasn't that a FUN FUN FUN FUN day!!!&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, Jake and I aren't big on celebrating anniversaries anyway, so non of this made a difference)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2181135451160692582?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2181135451160692582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2181135451160692582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2181135451160692582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2181135451160692582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-anniversary-has-come-and-gone.html' title='My anniversary has come and gone......'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1617408477209368806</id><published>2009-07-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:06:28.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we spent the 4th of July in Lima, where we always spend it, even before we moved here.  It was actually the first 4th of July I remember in Lima that was rainy.  Yes that's right, it rained, but I enjoyed it. It made it "not to hot".  Jake had to work in the morning but he got off, right before the parade.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to this thing that they call "bed races" which I think are really dangerous, and I'm thinking that my kids are not going to participate.  They have 3 people per team, and they race to put a mattress, a sheet, a pillow, a pillow case, and nightgown (on a person), all on this big cart, kind of like kind in Sam's Club, and they race down the street.  Several times they lose control, and people fall off.  I've also learned that you shouldn't park your car on the street next to it. ( our car did not get hit, but it looke like some could)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the bed races, they had the parade, which threw out lots of candy.  We collected alot, and learned that you get more if you sit at the begining of the parade.  The kids in it, are excited, and are anxious to throw it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the parade, the town has a potluck BBQ, but my family doesn't go to that. We BBQ at home, and we have a blast.  We don't have to worry about fighting the crowds and standing in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when it gets dark, the town has firworks, and there are pretty good for a town of 300 people.  Plus we had four other groups of people around us setting off fireworks, so we had a huge show all around us.  It was really fun, and I took lots of pictures, but I'll only bore you with a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK36IMXm-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/aaCXyJKvmtM/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545116156599266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK36IMXm-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/aaCXyJKvmtM/s200/4th+of+July+2009+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton, sitting on my mom's lap, my grandma, and Kyrah and Jake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK357IqjPI/AAAAAAAAAls/aofqQ6czFVw/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545112651402482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK357IqjPI/AAAAAAAAAls/aofqQ6czFVw/s200/4th+of+July+2009+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah, Jacen, and Peyton collecting candy with Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK35tovYhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/j3COM91brh8/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545109027840530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK35tovYhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/j3COM91brh8/s200/4th+of+July+2009+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK34bso4cI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZMR2vaGUMck/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545087032484290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK34bso4cI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZMR2vaGUMck/s200/4th+of+July+2009+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cousins: Rory, Kyrah, Peyton, and Jacen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1617408477209368806?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1617408477209368806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1617408477209368806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1617408477209368806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1617408477209368806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SlK36IMXm-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/aaCXyJKvmtM/s72-c/4th+of+July+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2066771152832295146</id><published>2009-06-30T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:49:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have THE most stylish children!!!!</title><content type='html'>I meant the title as a joke!  My kids wear the weirdest combination of clothes.  I'm told they get it from me, I guess I used to do that to when I was first learning to dress myself.  The next stories I'm going to tell arent' about the clothes they had on, just the accessories (although today Kyrah has on yellow shorts, which I picked out, and a long-sleeved pink cinderella shirt, which she picked out.  I told her it was too hot outside, and she said "I won't wear it outside" and before that she told me that she HAD to wear it because she hasn't worn it yet today)&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday, we went to the dollar store, and I found goggles for all my kids to wear swimming. (they are in swimming lessons) Kyrah wore them on her head to Charlie's volleyball game.  Evidence #1 of my kids wearing stylish accessories.  Then on Sunday, I had Jacen all dressed for church, and I turn around and he's dressed as a Knight.  He wore a helmet, and he had his sword hooked to his pants.  He was insistent that he was going as a knight. Peyton finally talked him out of it, by convincing him to take cars to church.  I think in end he forgot to take those too.  Of course at church, Jake let him "drink" from the water fountain (which of course means PLAY) and he soaked his shirt.  Before Sacrament meeting started (we have it last), he was crying about his shirt, so we left early.  We get home, and I put a new shirt on him, and he says "okay we can go back now"  AAAAHHHHHH.  At least Peyton is getting better about everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2066771152832295146?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2066771152832295146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2066771152832295146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2066771152832295146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2066771152832295146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-most-stylish-children.html' title='I have THE most stylish children!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1715113097306277157</id><published>2009-06-27T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:01:47.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a night of volleyball</title><content type='html'>Last night we went down to Rexburg to watch my brother play volleyball.  It was fun, the kids got to run around and we ran into Coach Reeves, a coach who use to coach volleyball at Ricks College.  She said that she would come down and help to high school girls out here. (I'm the assistant coach here)  I think it will be fun, and that they will learn alot from her.  I just have to run it by the head coach, and hopefully it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture to post of Jacen jammin' with Charlie, but I have to transfer it from my cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1715113097306277157?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1715113097306277157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1715113097306277157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1715113097306277157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1715113097306277157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-of-volleyball.html' title='a night of volleyball'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6341051258721823640</id><published>2009-06-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:38:44.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some pictures of the kids.  I'm not that great at writing posts, so I figure pictures will be needed.  But first I'll tell you about what's going on here.  It has been rainy all week, I took my mom's dog for a walk the other day and it started pouring down toward the end of it! (I'm dog-sitting for my mom)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS usual, in the summer it doesn't get dark until after the kids are in bed, so last night, Jake and I let the kids stay up and the went "ghost hunting" in the dark, while Jake and I watched TV.  They had fun, but didnt go to sleep until 10pm.  So it's 8:30 am and Jacen is still asleep.  Peyton and Kyrah didn't wake up until 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-MLxVcOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ejBPQ-yg3iI/s1600-h/Easter+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304042774065378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-MLxVcOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ejBPQ-yg3iI/s200/Easter+2009+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah at the NCAA Men's Volleyball Final Four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-Lzgla0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/W8h3JlTWMII/s1600-h/Easter+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304036261358402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-Lzgla0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/W8h3JlTWMII/s200/Easter+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen with his cheesy smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-LawBEMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/naJjstbTJus/s1600-h/Easter+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304029615198402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-LawBEMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/naJjstbTJus/s200/Easter+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton making his foxhole, with Uncle Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6341051258721823640?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6341051258721823640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6341051258721823640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6341051258721823640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6341051258721823640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sjj-MLxVcOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ejBPQ-yg3iI/s72-c/Easter+2009+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4712076170969660348</id><published>2009-06-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:59:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on!</title><content type='html'>So there is not much going on here.  Yesterday Jake and I had to take Jacen to the dentist, and he did really well.  Didnt make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;CHurch has been stressful, because I have one counsler that doesn't come that much, (she has a baby whose 2 months old I think), we don't have a secretary, and we don't always have a piano player, so it's hard to learn the songs with the cd's because they sing so fast on those.  Plus eventually I am going to have to learn how to lead with a piano.  We only have 2 teachers, and I am very thankful that they come every week.  One of our teachers has two other callings, so she doesn't sit with us in primary (which I understand perfectly)  Anyway, so we rely on subs for the other 2 classes.  We are working on getting teachers called, but its still stressful.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I guess I'm venting.  I'm not mad at anyone in the church, so I dont want people to tell other people that I'm mad, because it's not true.  And if that got around, that would be an inconvience to me.&lt;br /&gt;IT has been really rainy here lately, and cold.  My mom and I are hoping that it warms up by the time swimming lessons start.  That's in about a week and half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4712076170969660348?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4712076170969660348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4712076170969660348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4712076170969660348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4712076170969660348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-much-going-on.html' title='Not much going on!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2093026623449643903</id><published>2009-06-04T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:35:29.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>So we went to the dentist the other day.......  Peyton did great, and he inherited his dad's teeth, so no problems.  The other 2, did not get Jake's teeth, they got mine.  So to make a long story short, we have to go back.  Jacen had 2 or 3 little cavities, so he has to go back next week, but Kyrah has to get 2 teeth pulled and have spacers put in.  She has to go to a specialist to get them pulled because she doesn't do to well sitting in a dentist chair (she cries).&lt;br /&gt;I am at a lost as to what is causing the decaying of my kids teeth.  They don't drink pop, they drink juice, but it's watered-down, and they don't eat alot of candy.  Plus Peyton eats the same as the other 2.  If anything he drinks less milk, than Kyrah and Jacen.  So I have  come to the conclusion that God has givin my younger 2, my teeth, and he gave my oldest, Jake's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2093026623449643903?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2093026623449643903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2093026623449643903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2093026623449643903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2093026623449643903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/06/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4639653596969221663</id><published>2009-05-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:40:49.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>Today Jacen and Kyrah were playing with the Little People castle, and and I heard Jacen say "We watching a movie" and Kyrah said "oh I want to watch a movie too"  and Jacen said "We're watching the Yankees" and Kyrah says "Go Yankees"&lt;br /&gt;I look over and they have the all the little people lined up in the castle "watching " TV.  It was so funny.  I guess they are listening when I tell them that I am watching the Yankees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4639653596969221663?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4639653596969221663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4639653596969221663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4639653596969221663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4639653596969221663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/05/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2011891573721015575</id><published>2009-05-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:14:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing The "L" mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday we decided to climb the "L" . That is the mountain outside our town. At first I wasn't going to go, but the kids all woke up in time, so we went. I packed a backpack full of water, snacks, and diapers. I put sunscreen and hats on the kids and off we went. We had to walk about a mile and a half to the gate, so I had decided to ride a bike with the stroller thing attached to the back. That way the kids didn't have to walk right at the begining. We started climbing the mountain, and my kids made it all the way up by themselves to the actual "L". Then they decided to keep climbing all the way to the top of the mountain. I was ready to go back down, once we reached the "L", but I kept going just because they did. I was impressed. I did not have my real camera, these pics, are all from my phone, so they won't be that good. On another note, Jacen is the only one who went home and took a nap.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8in97sPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jPoItUzpHSc/s1600-h/L2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576504998932722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8in97sPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jPoItUzpHSc/s200/L2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton, Angie, Jacen, Kyrah, and Grandma (behind Kyrah) on the very top of that particular mountain, with the town in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8igi9I_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-okbCJ_Kwpw/s1600-h/PL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576503006733298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8igi9I_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-okbCJ_Kwpw/s200/PL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton seeing how far he could throw a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8if9q6mI/AAAAAAAAAks/Myw3Wyg735E/s1600-h/KL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576502850349666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8if9q6mI/AAAAAAAAAks/Myw3Wyg735E/s200/KL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyrah also seeing how far she could throw a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8iAKM_II/AAAAAAAAAkk/bBjpvw_WcOQ/s1600-h/JL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576494312979586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8iAKM_II/AAAAAAAAAkk/bBjpvw_WcOQ/s200/JL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen taking a rest. I guess he did a dance when we made it to the top, and he was saying "we did it, we did it" or "we made it" He beat me to the top, so I didn't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8iOWRWYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OvsLbVDqJlM/s1600-h/KidsL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339576498121693570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8iOWRWYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OvsLbVDqJlM/s200/KidsL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton, Kyrah, and Jacen on the actual "L" (look closely for Jacen, he blends in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2011891573721015575?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2011891573721015575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2011891573721015575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2011891573721015575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2011891573721015575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/05/climbing-l-mountain.html' title='Climbing The &quot;L&quot; mountain'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Shn8in97sPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jPoItUzpHSc/s72-c/L2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2164105890670738146</id><published>2009-05-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:29:58.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Arin to do this question survey.&lt;br /&gt;1. Respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more questionof your own. 2 Tag other un-tagged people.&lt;br /&gt;The Questions:&lt;br /&gt;What is your current obsession? Fablehaven series. Reading it for the second time in like a month.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite genre of music? I dont know if this is a genre, but I really like Celtic groups, but I like it when they sing other types too.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged? Jacen, he hasn't felt all that great these past couple days, so he wants hugs.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dinner? Tacos&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? Box Tape at the post office&lt;br /&gt;What's you favorite weather? Not too hot, not too cold&lt;br /&gt;What's in your bathroom cabinet? Band Aides&lt;br /&gt;Say something about the person who tagged you! She's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite flavor of gum? Wintergreen&lt;br /&gt;What did you want to become as a child? a housewife, look I fulfilled it!!!!!( I had high hopes when I was young)&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss? I miss the time when I had no bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite brand of jeans? I DON"T like to wear jeans, so if I have some its because my mom gave them to me. So you need to ask her. (I do have 4 pairs, one I got for Christmas like 6 years ago, 2 I got from my mom's cousin, and the last pair I just got from my mom, because my others were too big, they were her old ones)&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite dessert? Chocolate, I dont care what.&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world right now where would you go? To New York, to go to Yankee Stadium, and maybe a Celtic Tenor concert.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to meet in person? Peyton Manning&lt;br /&gt;What is your most challenging goal right now? getting my own house&lt;br /&gt;What is your 5 year plan? Have more kids, get a house, get out of debt.&lt;br /&gt;If you ould live anywhere, even if it was for a year, where would it be? I am already where I want to live, I would like to visit places, but not live there.&lt;br /&gt;Why is today special? It's Peyton's first day of summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sport to watch? College basketball, football, and baseball&lt;br /&gt;What it your favorite piece of jewelry? I am allergic to jewlery, I can't even wear my wedding ring, unless I get a silver one.&lt;br /&gt;Which foreign country would you like to visit? Most definitely Ireland!&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn! Hope you play along....I tag, Nicole, Celeste, and Lorinda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2164105890670738146?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2164105890670738146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2164105890670738146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2164105890670738146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2164105890670738146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6636245318718572506</id><published>2009-05-17T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:02:51.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBettnwU_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/n_GSDgG_MmI/s1600-h/utah+trip+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336869697867502578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBettnwU_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/n_GSDgG_MmI/s200/utah+trip+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen riding on a Rhino on the carousal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBetIT5bsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/j5oLIojGSU4/s1600-h/utah+trip+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336869687852101314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBetIT5bsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/j5oLIojGSU4/s200/utah+trip+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah on a gorilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBetD0kpLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Im1KP5ZU-TY/s1600-h/utah+trip+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336869686646973618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBetD0kpLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Im1KP5ZU-TY/s200/utah+trip+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton on a zebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBes-2V3OI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hVhE4KC12A0/s1600-h/utah+trip+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336869685312216290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBes-2V3OI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hVhE4KC12A0/s200/utah+trip+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf at the zoo, Jake's favorite animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBesjRbThI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FYKJ1d124M0/s1600-h/utah+trip+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336869677909626386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBesjRbThI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FYKJ1d124M0/s200/utah+trip+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the memorial for a gorilla who died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBdK-gDIiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pI_US9995mw/s1600-h/utah+trip+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336868001591534114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBdK-gDIiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pI_US9995mw/s200/utah+trip+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake at the Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336867999801458882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBdK31QwMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dmcW6PW2e1w/s200/utah+trip+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton, Kyrah, Jacen, Rory (my nephew), me and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336867994603044338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBdKkd3PfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/pXhS_sz9j_o/s200/utah+trip+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyrah on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336867992108700834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBdKbLKlKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/h-JbqIoED0E/s200/utah+trip+009.jpg" /&gt;Peyton on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336867987636071042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBdKKgzqoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/eqA62xoNRX4/s200/utah+trip+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jacen on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6636245318718572506?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6636245318718572506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6636245318718572506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6636245318718572506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6636245318718572506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ShBettnwU_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/n_GSDgG_MmI/s72-c/utah+trip+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-386783547866530524</id><published>2009-05-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:05:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bug who wouldnt die!</title><content type='html'>Well I am actually writing this from our hotel room in Provo!  We have had a blast so far, and unfortunatley I can't download my pictures to our computer until we get home.  Thursday we arrived, and then Kyrah and I went to the Semi-finals of the Men's volleyball tourney.  It was fun,  although I had to take Kyrah to the motel in the middle of it.  And I actually left early too because it was 10:00 and I needed to get the kids to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went to the zoo, and it was fun, although I swear it was "take your entire elementary school to the zoo" day.  Tons of kids.  My mom bought all my kids bright orange shirts for them to wear at the zoo, and it came in handy.  When we were looking at the giraffes, (they were walkng toward us and we all thought it was pretty cool)  my mom noticed that Jacen was missing.  Jake spotted him clear up the hill, all in thanks to the bright orange shirt.  Apparently he wasnt as impressed with the giraffes as we were. &lt;br /&gt;It was really cool to see Elephants and Giraffes at the zoo, the Idaho Falls Zoo doesnt have those animals.  My kids also loved riding the train.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Heritage Park, (I think it's called)  It wasnt officially opened for the season, so we couldn't go in the buildings.  But we rode the train there too! (my kids are obssessed with trains)  I cant wait to go there when its opened.  Peyton was having a blast,  he was just looking at all the buildings, and he seemed to be listening to the guide, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Also while we were waiting to get into the zoo, Jacen spotted the train, and he said "oh look I found potty train"&lt;br /&gt;You are all probably wondering why I put that title on this post, well on the way here, we found an ant crawling on Kyrah's seat, and I squished it with a kleenex, and I squished about 10 times, and everytime I looked at it, it was still wiggling!!!!!  I couldnt believe it, (I hate bugs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-386783547866530524?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/386783547866530524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=386783547866530524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/386783547866530524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/386783547866530524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/05/bug-who-wouldnt-die.html' title='The bug who wouldnt die!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-869438092658472978</id><published>2009-05-04T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:59:57.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a couple of more days!</title><content type='html'>So we only have a couple more days until we are going to Utah.  If you have ever been to the town that I live in, you realize that it is exciting to go somewhere.  The kids are really excited!  We get to stay in a motel for 3 nights.  We are going to the zoo, and some volleyball games, swimming, to the temple.  I think that Jake and I and my sister will probably go to a movie.  I just realized that I did a post like this already. &lt;br /&gt;So you can tell that Jake and I's vacations aren't all that.  Last year we went to Boise, and Ontario, Or.  But on that one, I got to go to a concert, of my favorite group!  Hopefully in the next couple of years, we will get to go to Illinois, to visit my in-laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-869438092658472978?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/869438092658472978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=869438092658472978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/869438092658472978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/869438092658472978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-couple-of-more-days.html' title='Only a couple of more days!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5131626806808592182</id><published>2009-04-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:12:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have 2 pets!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We recently (very recently) acquired to cats. Im not sure of their names yet, but they have been wrestling together, and they are amazing. They almost wrestle like people. The one that's a girl, you can tell when she wants milk. And the boy, he knows some tricks of his own. Also Peyton and I are allergic to cats, but we have shown no allergies to these two. We are very happy to have these two in our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, we no longer have Jacen and Kyrah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330285717095308658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sfj6nl7N3XI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q5hkIkiz7Zs/s200/Easter2009+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will miss them, but hopefully these two cats will help fill the void.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(In case anybody hasn't figured this out, our two "cats" are Kyrah and Jacen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5131626806808592182?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5131626806808592182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5131626806808592182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5131626806808592182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5131626806808592182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-2-pets.html' title='We have 2 pets!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sfj6nl7N3XI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q5hkIkiz7Zs/s72-c/Easter2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6396806369496630030</id><published>2009-04-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:44:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>That has to be my favorite word.  I love to say it.   Anyway, there really is no new news.  We are one week away from our trip to Utah.  Now I know that a trip to Utah isn't a big deal for some people, but it is for us.  We are going to the zoo, and have tickets to the Final Four for Men's volleyball.  We also hope to able to go to the temple.  We are staying at a hotel with a pool, so it's going to be fun.  The kids have been working hard to earn money to spend, so far I'd say they have about 10 each now.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton's Kindergarten graduation is the 15th of May, and then he has almost 4 months of summer.  Hopefully we will be getting into a house this summer, but who knows. &lt;br /&gt;Kyrah will be going into Kindergarten next year, and  so Jacen will be home all by himself.  I wonder how will do with noone to play with.  Im sure he will do find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6396806369496630030?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6396806369496630030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6396806369496630030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6396806369496630030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6396806369496630030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahhhh.html' title='BLAHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-9005614393456592704</id><published>2009-04-19T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:06:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpijSpPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/j7jZDFuSTEE/s1600-h/Easter+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539714433557746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpijSpPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/j7jZDFuSTEE/s200/Easter+2009+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen with his Easter Basket.  The Easter Bunny hid it behind the couch cusions.  He looked behind, didn't see it and ran off to look somewhere else, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpdW_7nI/AAAAAAAAAi0/3IHmauGdzpk/s1600-h/Easter+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539713039822450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpdW_7nI/AAAAAAAAAi0/3IHmauGdzpk/s200/Easter+2009+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah with her Easter Basket, the Easter Bunny hid hers by Grandpa's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpMG-G4I/AAAAAAAAAis/6dl-JZlTgHc/s1600-h/Easter+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539708409191298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpMG-G4I/AAAAAAAAAis/6dl-JZlTgHc/s200/Easter+2009+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton with his Easter Basket.  He told me before, that he wanted to Easter Bunny to hide the baskets really hard this year, so the Bunny hid his in the blanket box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurEeqt2VI/AAAAAAAAAik/C_zvlzE3_kw/s1600-h/Easter+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539077735799122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurEeqt2VI/AAAAAAAAAik/C_zvlzE3_kw/s200/Easter+2009+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At our community Easter Egg Hunt, Peyton grabbed the egg that had the bike paper in it.  When we told him, he told us that he didnt need it because he already had a bike, so he decided to save it for Jacen.  He also got a racecar track during the Easter Egg Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurD6m-73I/AAAAAAAAAic/7GSGHYB2xeM/s1600-h/Easter+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539068056465266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurD6m-73I/AAAAAAAAAic/7GSGHYB2xeM/s200/Easter+2009+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah during the hunt.  She got some candy, and a stuffed bear, and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurDuXZfCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RnQsA9IiYpY/s1600-h/Easter+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326539064769870882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurDuXZfCI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RnQsA9IiYpY/s200/Easter+2009+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacen during the hunt. He was so funny, he was running by tons of eggs.  We would point him in one direction, and he would run all the way to end, only picking up a couple eggs, then he would run the other way, etc... He won a free swimming pool pass, and a dollar, and some candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-9005614393456592704?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/9005614393456592704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=9005614393456592704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/9005614393456592704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/9005614393456592704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SeurpijSpPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/j7jZDFuSTEE/s72-c/Easter+2009+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-42178628649099804</id><published>2009-04-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:44:21.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calling</title><content type='html'>Since it's official, I guess I can tell everybody, I was called to be the new Primary President in our branch.  Im a little nervous, but I can handle it.  I'm nervous because my kids are in there, and sometimes they can be..... hyper. &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being in Young Womens, but I'm excited for something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-42178628649099804?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/42178628649099804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=42178628649099804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/42178628649099804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/42178628649099804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-calling.html' title='New Calling'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8534742296682278737</id><published>2009-04-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:44:33.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funny things kids say......</title><content type='html'>So Peyton is really into army guys, and war movies.  So we bought him "Battle of the Bulge" which is a WWII movie (it also happened to be one of my dad's favorite movies when he was a kid).&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was subbing in Kindergarten yesterday, and we got to talking about why we can't let the American Flag touch the ground, and Peyton says "if you do, you're German"  Apparently he watched too much of WW II, I think I had better tell him that the German's aren't the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was snow on the ground, so we are all a little frustrated because it is supposed to be spring. I was changing Jacen's diaper (for those of you who don't know, Jacen REFUSES to go potty)  And I say to him "Every time I want to start to potty train you, it snows"  HE looks at me, and his eyes get really big and he says "Potty train, I want to buy a potty train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the living room the other day, and I heard Kyrah singing "Jacen is cute, Peyton is cool, and I pretty"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8534742296682278737?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8534742296682278737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8534742296682278737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8534742296682278737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8534742296682278737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='The funny things kids say......'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6919618229167225412</id><published>2009-04-05T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:04:13.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, pictures, and lots of them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlDMebpJsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/y-yuP7jMQiM/s1600-h/Easter2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321358316321449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlDMebpJsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/y-yuP7jMQiM/s200/Easter2009+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton with his hands after dyeing Easter Eggs.  He actually didn't do that bad, its been worse.  In his words, "mine aren't rainbow colored"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlDMPsCkQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NFpPtkLbTEw/s1600-h/Easter2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321358312363692290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlDMPsCkQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NFpPtkLbTEw/s200/Easter2009+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my nephew, watching us dye Easter Eggs, unfortunatley, he didn't get to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBt2nbQ7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nj1J3lGrLeI/s1600-h/Easter2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321356690725749682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBt2nbQ7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nj1J3lGrLeI/s200/Easter2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah with her hands a different color, after you know what.  When she was 2 1/2, she dyed hers bright pink, so this is an improvement, only the finger tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBtmIibOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/F5REh1b1FT0/s1600-h/Easter2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321356686301228258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBtmIibOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/F5REh1b1FT0/s200/Easter2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen, he wanted to dye every one of his eggs blue or green, or as he pronounces it "ween"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBthHhxmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_F8DyHu_VxA/s1600-h/Easter2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321356684954814050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBthHhxmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_F8DyHu_VxA/s200/Easter2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "the process of dyeing your hands green begins with sticking your hand in the cup of green dye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321356681410199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBtT6bQSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/K-EwdHnKrig/s200/Easter2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" HMMMM! what color do I want to put the egg in now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321356677105522962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBtD4HGRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QpyDdC7tQWw/s200/Easter2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where's the pink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321355916448432450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBAyNVAUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wJL-I7QEcew/s200/Easter2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Say Cheese!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321355912514056370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBAjjTMLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NsLjBpXeot8/s200/Easter2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton with his first missing tooth!  We told him all about the tooth fairy, and he panicked (as he does with all things, when we make too big of deal about something, except Christmas, of course), he said that he didn't want the tooth fairy leave him money.  Jenny told him, before he panicked, that he needed to tell the tooth fairy, that due to inflation, he needed to ask for more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321355904926252210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlBAHSOfLI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PP-q2IxMAL4/s200/Easter2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jacen getting caught in the act.  He took some expensive lotion, and "cooked" with it.  HE had it in Kyrah's pots and pans, and was rolling it out, as seen in the picture.  So of course what did I do, I took a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321355902787410882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlA__USW8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Bgtf36VNeQ4/s200/Easter2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321355901072950562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlA_47hxSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/qarjy_mNoc4/s200/Easter2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kyrah and Jacen pretending to watch TV in their house.  THey had a play remote, and they were watching a table turned on its side.  Before this, they were jammin( playing in their band).  Kyrah had a "Wiggles" guitar, and Jacen had the same table that was the TV, and he was the drummer.  I didn't get a picture of that, because I chose to record it.  They were jammin out to their rendition of "I lived in Heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6919618229167225412?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6919618229167225412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6919618229167225412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6919618229167225412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6919618229167225412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-pictures-and-lots-of-them.html' title='Finally, pictures, and lots of them.'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SdlDMebpJsI/AAAAAAAAAiM/y-yuP7jMQiM/s72-c/Easter2009+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-403494550283755811</id><published>2009-03-31T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:26:09.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We were snowed in....</title><content type='html'>So it's the end of March, and we got snowed in.  IT was so nasty out there, that I just wanted to curl up with my blanket and watch a movie.  The pass ended up closing and they had 60 people staying in the school overnight.  So school was also cancelled.  This school does not usually close school, and it never happened when I was in school.  So yesterday was kind of a boring day.  I was so annoyed with my kids because they kept whining, that at 7, I was like," I don't care if it's 7, you're going to bed."&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on other than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-403494550283755811?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/403494550283755811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=403494550283755811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/403494550283755811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/403494550283755811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-were-snowed-in.html' title='We were snowed in....'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2891941078554891122</id><published>2009-03-27T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:13:53.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture and Prayer</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I'm a little behind.  I have absolutley NO new pictures.  Not of my kids at least, and I do have some new ones of other people, but I won't bore you with those.&lt;br /&gt;So the other night we had scripture and prayer, and then after that they say there own prayers.  Peyton always, and I mean always says his in his head, not out loud, and Kyrah always says the same thing.  And its always being thankful for something. &lt;br /&gt;I still have to help Jacen, so I was helping him, and mean while Kyrah was singing at the top of her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;So I tell Jacen "PLease bless we'll sleep good"&lt;br /&gt;He says that&lt;br /&gt;Then I say to Kyrah, "Kyrah SSSHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jacen say "Kyrah SSSSHHH"&lt;br /&gt;Then he looks at me and waits for the next line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for March Madness, my team lost, again.  My mom and I decided to start a business.  We decided that people could pay us to root for the team (in any sport) that they want to lose, and then if that team ends up winning, full refund.  The reason why we think we could this...... EVERY TEAM WE WANT TO WIN, LOSES!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2891941078554891122?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2891941078554891122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2891941078554891122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2891941078554891122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2891941078554891122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/03/scripture-and-prayer.html' title='Scripture and Prayer'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5929748211652296277</id><published>2009-03-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:09:13.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS SATURDAY!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm not THAT excited about Saturday.  Jake and I and the kids are the only ones here at the moment.  Charlie has been here, but he's in Rexburg.  The rest of them are in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 11, I was able to chat on the internet with a member of my favorite music group.  It was fun, there was about 12 of us talking to him.  I had a blast.   That's basically all I've done today.  I made our dinner early, (for lunch), so we already ate a big meal.  I didn't want to wait because Duke plays Texas tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to my newly downloaded songs right now.  There are from Danny Gokey, from American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go, there is a kid in need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5929748211652296277?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5929748211652296277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5929748211652296277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5929748211652296277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5929748211652296277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-saturday.html' title='ITS SATURDAY!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5540713912434133912</id><published>2009-03-16T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:08:33.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sb7abe4iBwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/akdVjfk2KVY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313924776025261826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sb7abe4iBwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/akdVjfk2KVY/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's the highlight of my year.  MARCH MADNESS!  I passed up a trip to Utah, just so I could be at home this weekend.  It's basketball ALL day, for 4 days.  Well at least 2 of the days there is.  My family does a basketball pool every year. We do it a little different.  We pick a team from every seed 1 through 16.  Every time one the teams you pick wins, you get that many points.  For example, if you picked Uconn as your #1 seed, and they win in the first round, you get 1 point. If they win in the 2nd round, you get another point, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, of course, will go for my #1 favorite team, DUKE.  I have been a fan since I was like 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will also root against UNC, that's sometimes more fun than rooting for Duke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5540713912434133912?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5540713912434133912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5540713912434133912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5540713912434133912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5540713912434133912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/03/ncaa.html' title='NCAA'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/Sb7abe4iBwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/akdVjfk2KVY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4331894175600994999</id><published>2009-03-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:20:19.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Well I was going to post some pictures, but then I realized that the most recent ones that I have on my computer, I already posted.  Unless you want me to post a picture of a friend, that I took so he could put it on his facebook profile.  Didn't think so!&lt;br /&gt;So everyone is this house has been SICK!  I have been tired so much lately, and then on Saturday, I go to the point where I could barely get out of bed, and I ached so much.   I attempted to go to part of church, but I ended up coming home.  It was Branch Conference, and I was supposed to teach one of the Young Women classes, but I called the president and warned her on Saturday.  I had to cancel pre-school on Monday, but I am feeling lots better today, but I still can't stand for long periods of time, or do something like a chore, for very long.  And there is a constant headache involved.  It seems like my brother and sister have the same thing.  So far noone else has seem to have gotten it, maybe Mom, but she doesn't let it show.&lt;br /&gt;Jake also found out that he doesn't have one of his jobs for the summer, because the person who thinks he's in charge is an idiot.  Rumor has it, that they hired a 19 year-old, instead of  Jake who has been working there since September, and will bring kids to the school (our school is in desparate need of kids).  I mean what if this meant that we had to find another job and move, that's a potential of 3 kids lost from the school.  He will actually get the job back at the begining of school, so I'm not that worried.  I think he needs a break from that place anyway.  But I dont like the guy who thinks he's in charge, thank goodness he's not coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4331894175600994999?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4331894175600994999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4331894175600994999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4331894175600994999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4331894175600994999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7334843491397540942</id><published>2009-03-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:56:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Kids</title><content type='html'>Conversation between Kyrah and Jacen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah: "Jacen, come play with this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: "No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah: "Jacen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen ignores her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah: "Fine, then your not a boy, your just a girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah getting mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we give Kyrah the impression that girls are lower than boys. I didn't think we did that, but apparently we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another conversation between Kyrah and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie: "Kyrah pick up your toys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah: (yelling) "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie: "Are you yelling at me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah: (still yelling) "I'm not yelling, I said fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between Peyton and Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: "Playing those video games will rot your brain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton: "What brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between myself and Jacen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie: "Do you want to wear army guy pants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: "YES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie: "Do you want to wear an army guy shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: "YES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie: Do you want to wear army guy underwear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: "YES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie: "You know that means you have to go potty in the potty then, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: "NO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7334843491397540942?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7334843491397540942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7334843491397540942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7334843491397540942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7334843491397540942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/03/silly-kids.html' title='Silly Kids'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2440631006088236208</id><published>2009-02-27T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:16:47.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Rich!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, okay, we're not really rich.  We just got our income tax return today.  And since we make NO money during the year, we got a pretty good chunk.  It's nice to be able to put some in savings, and pay off some credit cards.  In fact we went out to eat yesterday at one of the local cafes.  We haven't been there in a long time, but I use to work there.  It's a cafe that's in a old one-room schoolhouse.  We actually ordered to it to go, but the kids wanted to go on there and eat, and there was no one in there, so they let us.  We actually knew the waiter (he's a young man in our branch), so it was all good.  My kids even behaved tolerably well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SagdNtE230I/AAAAAAAAAgc/-udMwayRaaQ/s1600-h/Blah+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307524282131603266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SagdNtE230I/AAAAAAAAAgc/-udMwayRaaQ/s200/Blah+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pictures is of Jacen and Kyrah.  We had gotten a bag of clothes from a lady in our branch who has 2 little girls (the waiter's mom actually) and Kyrah absolutley loved the dresses and the swimsuit (see picture) She kept asking to go swimming.  Jacen wanted to wear something, but they were all girls clothes, except for a pair of overalls.  They were way to big for Jacen, so I had to roll them up.  And Jacen put on a pair of swim shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SagdND8gvxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lLtLzI_MFTw/s1600-h/Blah+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307524271090745106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SagdND8gvxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lLtLzI_MFTw/s200/Blah+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Peyton in his kindergarten room. I was actually subbing that day, and I had my camera.  I took  a quick picture, before they noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2440631006088236208?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2440631006088236208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2440631006088236208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2440631006088236208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2440631006088236208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-rich.html' title='We&apos;re Rich!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SagdNtE230I/AAAAAAAAAgc/-udMwayRaaQ/s72-c/Blah+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1042893556092048645</id><published>2009-02-23T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:16:03.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time......</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a long time.  Okay not really.  Basketball is over, and I got paid.  It was great.  Jake and I went on a shopping trip.  We haven't been to Idaho Falls in 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the basketball tournament, and I stayed overnight.  I didn't have to spend any money.  It's great being a coach, because they have a hospitality room.  It was free to get in, and the school paid for dinner, and the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;The kids missed me, and I got lots of hugs when I got home.  Now that its all over, I have to catch up on some things.  I'm about to order pics, so I can catch up on scrapbooking. (it's not really scrapbooking, it's more taping pictures to cardstock)  I have to clean and organize our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Well I really don't have anything else to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1042893556092048645?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1042893556092048645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1042893556092048645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1042893556092048645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1042893556092048645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time.html' title='A long time......'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6074333918655864181</id><published>2009-02-11T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:59:48.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally have a day at home</title><content type='html'>So I finally have a day at home. I subbed at the school yesterday, and Monday, and then Thursday, and Friday of last week.  Then away games Friday and Saturday.  Our away games here are 2 1/2 to 3 hours away.  It was a long weekend.  I had Sunday at home and that was all.  So today I am home, at least for this morning, then practice and young women's tonight, but for now I am enjoying it.  I haven't posted for a long time, and I about posted pictures of Jacen's birthday, then I remembered that I already did that.&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on, Peyton has decided to like school at least for now, Kyrah, is doing well, and loves learning her primary songs, and Jacen does not, absolutley does not, want to go potty on the potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6074333918655864181?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6074333918655864181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6074333918655864181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6074333918655864181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6074333918655864181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-have-day-at-home.html' title='I finally have a day at home'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-3823954108105164401</id><published>2009-02-02T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:20:45.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress!!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a stressful day!  I had a conference with Peyton's teacher today, and she voiced some concerns.  She is a really nice lady, and she has genuine concern for Peyton.  She just told me symptoms that she noticed with Peyton.  I am greatful that we can figure out Peyton, but it's STRESSFUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus Peyton threw up on the way home from school, so I hope that doesn't go around.  He seemed fine after he actually threw up.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah is sitting in her bed, singing at the top of her lungs right now, she's supposed to go to bed.  Hopefully Jacen is asleep!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-3823954108105164401?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/3823954108105164401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=3823954108105164401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3823954108105164401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3823954108105164401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/02/stress.html' title='Stress!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6706517671078660732</id><published>2009-01-28T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:47:36.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's three!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was Jacen's birthday today!  I gave him until 5:40 pm for him to get out of the "terrible-two's" (that's when he was born)  It didn't work, he still screamed.  He and Kyrah went at it over one of his birthday presents.  I told him that he was three now, and he needed to be nice.  He said that he didn't want to be three.  All in all he had a good day.  Except Duke lost be 2 to Wake Forest.  But Wake is a good team, and TALL.  And Duke was down by 11 at one point, so they actually did better than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SYEzADprEjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sklHNtIneWU/s1600-h/Jacens+3rd+b-day+not+copied+yet+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570712837526066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SYEzADprEjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sklHNtIneWU/s200/Jacens+3rd+b-day+not+copied+yet+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen blowing out his candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SYEzAJDdnSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/tFJwlwOeq5E/s1600-h/Jacens+3rd+b-day+not+copied+yet+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570714287873314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SYEzAJDdnSI/AAAAAAAAAf8/tFJwlwOeq5E/s200/Jacens+3rd+b-day+not+copied+yet+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the basketball team I am the assistant coach for, won their first game yesterday,and they won by 20.  Its been a tough year,so this was a good win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6706517671078660732?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6706517671078660732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6706517671078660732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6706517671078660732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6706517671078660732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-whos-three.html' title='Look who&apos;s three!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SYEzADprEjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sklHNtIneWU/s72-c/Jacens+3rd+b-day+not+copied+yet+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5370575391908769986</id><published>2009-01-23T23:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:15:31.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was tagged by Arin, and what you do is go to your 6th photo album, and pick your 6th picture, and post it.  Then tag 6 people.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SXq-vKjrE9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qo7ON5ze6-A/s1600-h/Bannack4+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294754029424546770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SXq-vKjrE9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qo7ON5ze6-A/s200/Bannack4+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  a picture of Jake, Jacen, Peyton, and Kacey (a sophomore at the high school), in Bannack.  We went there one day after one of Kacey's football games, to "ghost hunt".  Kyrah and I were there too, but obviously not in the picture.  In this particular picture, Jacen is crying because he saw a nail in the wall, and he poked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag Guiselle, Lorinda, Dara, Leslie, and anyone esle who wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5370575391908769986?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5370575391908769986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5370575391908769986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5370575391908769986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5370575391908769986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-tag.html' title='Photo Tag'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SXq-vKjrE9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Qo7ON5ze6-A/s72-c/Bannack4+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-4006555443474283181</id><published>2009-01-14T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:57:40.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I took these pictures last night at bedtime, and as you can see, my kids are not even close to going to sleep.  That's the problem when they all share a room.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291378969667496370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BI1MA6bI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XIs6_VkL3X4/s200/nightitme+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Peyton with his goofy smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BIhpKi4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/qT3js5ODf5k/s1600-h/nightitme+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291378964421053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BIhpKi4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/qT3js5ODf5k/s200/nightitme+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen with his "cool" hat and for some reason playing with the baby wipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BIXB0yQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hMj8T1zKrk4/s1600-h/nightitme+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291378961571694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BIXB0yQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hMj8T1zKrk4/s200/nightitme+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah wanting her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BIIGU4AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lu1tsPZ0F7I/s1600-h/nightitme+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291378957564043266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BIIGU4AI/AAAAAAAAAfE/lu1tsPZ0F7I/s200/nightitme+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-4006555443474283181?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/4006555443474283181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=4006555443474283181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4006555443474283181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/4006555443474283181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/01/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SW7BI1MA6bI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XIs6_VkL3X4/s72-c/nightitme+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-3217083261007701910</id><published>2009-01-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:54:07.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Moment!!!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, after we had Family Home Evening, (we have  it on Sundays)  Peyton was chasing Kyrah around, and Kyrah had a piece of hard candy in her mouth.  Well you can imagine where I'm going with this.  She started choking.  Jake and I are pounding her on the back, trying to remember how to do the Hiemlich (sorry don't know how to spell it) on a toddler.  I remembered how to do it on an adult, and an infant, but I drew a blank on what to do with 4 year-olds.  Both Jake and I have taken first aid, but in a moment when we needed it, we forgot it.  Sad!!! Now CPR, I remembered how to do that on a 4 year-old. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you are all probably wondering what happened.  Well the piece of candy WAS stuck in her airway, (we believe) but it didn't block it completely, so she was able to draw a little breath.  After few minutes, it finally came out,  she coughed it up.  It scared her, and it scared me.  There will not be any hard candy in this house for a long long long long time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-3217083261007701910?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/3217083261007701910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=3217083261007701910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3217083261007701910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3217083261007701910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/01/scary-moment.html' title='Scary Moment!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-7852355352023440359</id><published>2009-01-08T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:54:51.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Non-stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SWYhpgj3LVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cFEwTCNQUx4/s1600-h/FirstDayofschoolnotcopiedyet+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288951809391930706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SWYhpgj3LVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cFEwTCNQUx4/s200/FirstDayofschoolnotcopiedyet+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Peyton is at the age where he talks non-stop to Jake and I. I went to pick him up from Kindergarten yesterday, and he was jabbering away. All the sudden I hear him talking about how his teacher got new trucks and that they were still in the package. I answered something along the lines of "that's cool". He starts talking about something else, then Peyton says that he doesn't want to go to school, and I say that he has to go. He says "oh yea, I have to go play with the new trucks" I say, "that's right" and he asks me "will you come get me after play time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed! Play time is during the first 1/2 hour of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-7852355352023440359?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/7852355352023440359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=7852355352023440359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7852355352023440359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/7852355352023440359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/01/talking-non-stop.html' title='Talking Non-stop'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SWYhpgj3LVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cFEwTCNQUx4/s72-c/FirstDayofschoolnotcopiedyet+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8719664298403702050</id><published>2009-01-03T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:15:17.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!   I don't know about you guys, but  I am still paying for letting my kids stay up to see the new year.  We were going to go to the party at the church, but Jacen decided not to take a nap!  We even went to town, and he didn't sleep on the way home.  So we had a party at home,  I mean why not? we have 20 billion people living in the house!  Okay only 12.  My dad had to work, and Stacy went to bed early, due to going snowboarding and not being able to move, but other than that we stayed up (I thought Jacen would crash at like 8, but he made it until 10:30.)  We had a dance party, sang some karoke, and played Apples to Apples, and Blink (I suck at that game by the way)  It was pretty fun, but now  my kids are tired and grumpy!  &lt;br /&gt;Plus Peyton is not a morning person, and he has school on Monday, HHHHMMMM  I wonder if he will get up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8719664298403702050?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8719664298403702050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8719664298403702050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8719664298403702050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8719664298403702050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6329088082570630927</id><published>2008-12-27T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:44:24.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So all the Christmas pictures are backwards.  Sorry about that.  It's from Yesterday the 26th, and goes on until Christmas Eve.  We had a lot of fun for Christmas, with a household full of people.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXtetgcSI/AAAAAAAAAew/ITUEfRp3tBI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284507651615519010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXtetgcSI/AAAAAAAAAew/ITUEfRp3tBI/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is pic was taken on the 26th.  Jake and I and the kids went to Dillon, to do some shopping. (Jake and I recieved some money).  We had fun.  I had to get Jacen a birthday present. (It's in January).  This pic was taken after we got home, and Kyrah fell asleep in front of the fireplace with Sadie, my mom's dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXtEAsiEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_-tw6YIUUUM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284507644448245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXtEAsiEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_-tw6YIUUUM/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacen looking at his presents from Santa.  At one time when he opened his present from Grandma Haws, he tore one little part of the wrapping paper off, and saw that it was cars, and he was so excited, he started shaking.  I didn't see it, I was busy handing out gifts to everyone.  But my mom, dad, brother, and sisters saw it.  We hope that the video caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXs6wEe9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/sL2kO4lQOSc/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284507641962593234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXs6wEe9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/sL2kO4lQOSc/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton looking at the toys that Santa brought him.  He's been talking about it since October, so he was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXrXR0r9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NVNhPnCU-y8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284507615260618706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXrXR0r9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NVNhPnCU-y8/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyrah looking at her present from Santa.  She got a pink stove, pink sink, and a pink fridge.  All handmade from Santa's elves.  She was really excited.  She only asked for a stove, and she got all three.  Now she just needs her own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW2a2_zJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2eF_mKfKQhA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506705688775826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW2a2_zJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2eF_mKfKQhA/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents.  Did I mention that we got up at 4:30 am.  There was of course a reason.  And it's not because Charlie and I wanted to watch "Saved by the Bell" (we did that one year, got up at 5 to watch that, while the kids slept) We got up that early because Dave, my brother-in-law had to go to work at 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW1iWw4LI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IzncQcLATGo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506690521194674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW1iWw4LI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IzncQcLATGo/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clarks, and  those who used to be Clark's.  At first they weren't going to let Jenny and I in the picture, but Mom gave in.  (they weren't being serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW1depTUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0xmGYqTvRMM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506689212075330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW1depTUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0xmGYqTvRMM/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and I and the kids (in there new PJ's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW06V6aqI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LuqMfGkk9io/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506679780207266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZW06V6aqI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LuqMfGkk9io/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZWzzxwZoI/AAAAAAAAAdw/v2TCbmUmyp0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284506660838073986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZWzzxwZoI/AAAAAAAAAdw/v2TCbmUmyp0/s200/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got Nerf guns for Christmas, so we've been having "Nerf Wars"  It has been so fun.  Hopefully Stacy and Charlie can pick up little ones for the kids, so we can all have our own.  We play in the dark, and we have a blast.  I'm getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6329088082570630927?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6329088082570630927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6329088082570630927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6329088082570630927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6329088082570630927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SVZXtetgcSI/AAAAAAAAAew/ITUEfRp3tBI/s72-c/Christmas+2008+notcopied+yet+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5655992428583529234</id><published>2008-12-22T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:29:18.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we have had a lot going on!  Peyton had his school Christmas program on Thursday, and it was good, they had a sing-along.  Peyton's class sang "Here we come wassailing" and "up on the Housetop",  (with other classes) and they sang "5 golden rings" on the "12 days of Christmas".  It was pretty cute.  He only has 4 kids in his class.  He was willing to do this because it doesn't involve dressing up in a costume.  Earlier in the month, he was going to be in a play (Little Red Riding Hood) He practiced all week, but on the day of the play, he refused to put on the costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_LVeGBDLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Mo6uSxogcs8/s1600-h/Program+not+copied+yet+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664457644870834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_LVeGBDLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Mo6uSxogcs8/s200/Program+not+copied+yet+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jacen and I waiting for the program to start.  I came right from practice, I went home, and got the kids and Jake, and then went.  (Okay I watched alittle bit of the Colts game too, they won by the way).  Half way thru the program, Jacen grabs his coat, and said that it was time to go home.  My mom told him Santa was coming, and he said "No Santa lost"  In the end, he stayed, and they all got to see Santa.  Peyton talked his ear off about the one thing he wanted (he went into alot of detail), and Kyrah asked for a hat and a dress, she had already wrote Santa a letter asking for a pink kitchen, so I'm guessing that that's what she's going to get.  And Jacen just took the candy and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K_85WkJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2_OzxRwvvEk/s1600-h/Program+not+copied+yet+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664087956131986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K_85WkJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2_OzxRwvvEk/s200/Program+not+copied+yet+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrah standing in front of the tree. We were messing around with the camera, she took some too, so did Peyton. Everyone in this town says my kids are so cute, boy have they got them all fooled!!!!! I even tell people that.  They are so good for everyone else.  My mom watched them for about 2 hours, and they didn't whine once, as soon as I get home, BAM, whining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K_typrYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2KT5s1Wkz10/s1600-h/Program+not+copied+yet+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664083901492610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K_typrYI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2KT5s1Wkz10/s200/Program+not+copied+yet+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Rory, with Grandma hiding behind!  He is really close to having Kyrah's thighs (she was chunky as a baby), but the rest of him isn't chunky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K_aYRaGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tVDKAbzouyg/s1600-h/Program+not+copied+yet+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664078690576482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K_aYRaGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tVDKAbzouyg/s200/Program+not+copied+yet+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jacen's favorite spot in the whole house, right on the heating vent.  He always stands there, or in this case lays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K-FENtSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EuczlWS0QN8/s1600-h/Program+not+copied+yet+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282664055789434146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_K-FENtSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EuczlWS0QN8/s200/Program+not+copied+yet+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5655992428583529234?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5655992428583529234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5655992428583529234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5655992428583529234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5655992428583529234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SU_LVeGBDLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Mo6uSxogcs8/s72-c/Program+not+copied+yet+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5436473772901602963</id><published>2008-12-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:54:30.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Private or staying public</title><content type='html'>I am going to ask all of the people who read my blog, (which probably isn't very many) what you think about me putting my blog as "invites" only, or staying public!  If I go private, then some people won't be notified that it's updated.   If I stay public, should I just becareful not to say my last name, or where I live (I've been working on it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5436473772901602963?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5436473772901602963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5436473772901602963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5436473772901602963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5436473772901602963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-private-or-staying-public.html' title='Going Private or staying public'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-3271293042498028652</id><published>2008-12-15T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:59:01.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Cold Cold!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'll bet you'll never guess where I am writing this from! I am actually writing this in the Library at the high school. I am subbing today, and right now it's contract reading. It's a 90 minute class so you could say I'm a little bored. We still have an hour left. PLus they have all email, and pages like facebook and myspace blocked out, so I guess I'll have to blog, I might do the blog jumping thing where I look at a bunch of people's pages I don't kow.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to get to the point of my heading, when I woke up this morning, it was -30 degrees. When Peyton and I drove to school, it was -28 degrees. Jake had to really bundle up just to walk maybe 2 blocks to work. Right now I believe it's -20 degrees. Jake couldn't believe they didn't cancel school, but here where we live, it takes alot to do that, like maybe it being -20 degrees, AND the power going out.&lt;br /&gt;I have pre-school later, but all the kids are from out of town, so I'm not sure if they will come, so it might just be Kyrah, Jacen, Peyton, and I there listening to Christmas music, and making Santa's out of construction paper. I hope to have Christmas cookies too. (its the last Pre-school before Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Because there was so much snow on Saturday our basketball game was cancelled. Which was fine with me, because we weren't going to have all the girls there. Plus I came down with a cold. So I have been cranky all weekend! Just ask anybody that has been around me, they will tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-3271293042498028652?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/3271293042498028652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=3271293042498028652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3271293042498028652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3271293042498028652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-cold-cold.html' title='Cold Cold Cold!!!!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1782755745951501376</id><published>2008-12-10T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:40:30.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still crazy</title><content type='html'>So I posted a blog before about all the things that I did to try to make money. Well things have been crazy around here. Yeserday, I was actually home all morning, and early afternoon. Then at 2, I went to be an aid. I got home, at 3:45, okay actually close to 4 because I like to talk to people. Then I went home to spend time with my kids and of course I loved it!!!!!!!, and at around 6:15 I went to pick up some girls for practice, and then we had practice from 6:30 until 8:45, and I got home around 9. I walk in the door, and my mom informs me that Kyrah threw up, so I hear Jake giving her a bath and washing her hair. I look on her bed, and realize that I had to start a load of laundry. (we ended up doing 3 loads, because of all the stuff she threw up on). Needless to say, she threw up 7 times during the night, and I stayed up with her from 10:00 until 3, while Jake slept, and he came out from 3 until 7:00. I did sleep in between her "episodes", and so did she. She only threw up once after Jake came out, but he also had to clean up after the first one, which was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I come out, at 7, and I doze off on the couch. Jake wakes me up, and I hurry to get Peyton up for school. OF course he is no morning person, so its difficult. I finally get him there, and I go up to the head coach's classroom, to tell him I might not be there today. I get sidetracked by my "high school friend" (as my sister calls him), telling me that he won't be coming to Mutual tonight, I tell him, I probably won't be going either, so he's forgiven., I complain a little bit to him about basketball, (that's an entirely different story, let's just say that the girls don't listen to me, even though I probably know more about basketball than all of them combined, and it's making me cranky). &lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go work in the kitchen at the school, to help with the Senior Citizens Dinner, but I am only going to help for an hour, I think.&lt;br /&gt;But I wouln't trade all of this for anything, I enjoy subbing at the school, and despite this week, I really do like all the girls on the basketball team, I just need to talk about it with them. And I also love Young Women, even though I probably won't be going tonight.  And Kyrah was so good, though this all, I didn't see her cry once, (she might have at the begining).  I guess I feel guilty for how much I will be leaving my kids during this basketball thing, I mean after practice is over, they are usually still up, so I can say goodnight to them, but tommorrow, we have a game that's 3 hours away, and we have two games, a boy and a girl game, so I won't be home until sometime early in the morning, and I will miss them, but we will see how I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1782755745951501376?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1782755745951501376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1782755745951501376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1782755745951501376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1782755745951501376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-crazy.html' title='Still crazy'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-3513347230953756796</id><published>2008-12-08T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:28:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decorated for Christmas over Thanksgiving, and I am just now getting the pictures posted.   Since we live at my mom's, we used to put our own tree up in the dining room (last year), but this year we decided not to do it, so we let the kids pick which of our ornaments that they want on the tree.  We have a Peyton Manning ornament, and Jacen and Kyrah accidentally broke off the hand, and I was trying to glue it, and it wouldn't work, so I said Peyton Manning broke his hand (from the way that it glued on, it looked like it was broken), and my Dad starts freaking out, thinking I was talking about the real Peyton Manning.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39NT1PI0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/tUOYqwhzgWc/s1600-h/Nov+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277652743451779906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39NT1PI0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/tUOYqwhzgWc/s200/Nov+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton hanging his ornament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39NCaiLEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FaLcWyMviEI/s1600-h/Nov+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277652738776378434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39NCaiLEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FaLcWyMviEI/s200/Nov+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah hanging her ornament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39M6iGU5I/AAAAAAAAAco/2tXM4Sk3gJA/s1600-h/Nov+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277652736660624274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39M6iGU5I/AAAAAAAAAco/2tXM4Sk3gJA/s200/Nov+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacen deciding what to do first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-3513347230953756796?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/3513347230953756796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=3513347230953756796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3513347230953756796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3513347230953756796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/decorating-for-christmas.html' title='Decorating for Christmas'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/ST39NT1PI0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/tUOYqwhzgWc/s72-c/Nov+2008+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-110107178860501565</id><published>2008-12-03T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:37:51.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long Day</title><content type='html'>I have so many things on my plate right now, it's not even funny!  I am trying so many different ways to make extra money, that it's starting to pile up. &lt;br /&gt;First the biggest one, and the one that take's up most of my time, is the assistant girl's basktball coach.  I gotta say that I love that one the most, because I love basketball!  I am not in shape to run the court with them, and the leg I broke in high school, is starting to aggrevate me, (I still have the rod, and 2 screws in it) but I am getting better, and I still can play.  (that makes me happy).  There are things on there, that I didn't figure I would have to deal with, and if you want to know more about it, ask me, and I will email you, and tell you. &lt;br /&gt;The second thing is I do pre-school once a week, so basically I baby-sit once a week, for 2 1/2 hours.  I do it mainly for Kyrah, so she can go to school.  WE do have fun, on Monday we made Christmas ornaments out of craft dough, next Monday I think we will paint them.  I get $20 a month per kid,or $5 a class and there is 3 other kids. &lt;br /&gt;The third thing I do is I am an aid in a shop class, 2 or 3 times a week.  I did it today, and watched the welders do homework, and then take a test.  I talked to them too, of course because I like to talk.  The teacher is watching the other woodworking class during all of this.  So those students are always coming over to talk to me, and even students who are in an entirely different class with a different teacher, come in.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth thing I do is substitute at the school.  This requires alot from Jake, and my mom and dad, and Jenny my sister because I need them to watch the kids, so I owe them big time!!!! Luckily Jake's schedule with his two jobs he's home for about 3 hours in the middle of the day, so it leaves the others only having to watch the  kids for a couple of hours. I only sub for certain teachers, there are 3 of them, and they don't miss too much.  I also sub in the kitchen (where my mom works).&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I do is I work a little bit online.  I have to submit some information to this lady once or twice a day.  It only takes about 10 minutes, so that doesn't take too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week they are having a Children's Theater, where two adults come in from another town with a play, costumes, and all the props, and they just need the kids to be in it.  Well, I wasnt going to have Peyton be in it, because he is so shy, but I asked him at the last minute, and he said he wanted too, so he's going to be a raccoon, with the other kindergarteners.  THe play is this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really would like to send Christmas cards to people, so if you would tell me your address either thru email, or facebook (by message, not wall to wall, unless you want every body to know it) could you please, and if you want mine just ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-110107178860501565?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/110107178860501565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=110107178860501565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/110107178860501565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/110107178860501565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-day.html' title='A long Day'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-3140020014187250440</id><published>2008-11-27T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:02:32.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>So I finally got to see Twilight. And I have to say that I didn't enjoy as much as I had hoped for. Let's just say that I like the book better. But I will still buy the movie, because I am sentimental that way. I really did like Charlie, the dad, and Billy. And I did like some of the funny lines that they put in there, even though not all of them were in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip itself was an interesting one. Stacy (my sister) and I went with 3 teenagers from our branch. Michaela, Alena, and Kacey (who is a boy). We get to the theater, and Kacey wants to go to the arcade, but the girls don't. We decide to go ahead and give our tickets and go in. So I go back to give Kacey his ticket ( I had bought them online), and he convinces me to play "house of the dead" with him, so I do, except it doesn't work, so we play another shooting one. We finally go in and get to the food part, and we all order what we want. We go into the movie, and we sit in the very back, I mean the very back. It's probably a good thing we did, because we whispered thru the whole movie. There wasn't anybody close enough to us to hear us, so I don't think we bugged anybody. I had Stacy on one side, and Kacey on my other, and they never actually talked to each other (it was Stacy's first time meeting Kacey) but they both made such funny comments, that it cracked me up. Kacey would say something, and then Stacy a few minutes later would say basically the same thing. Or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Walmart, which was supposed to be a quick trip, but ended up taking about 2 hours. Kacey did some Christmas shopping, and the two girls looked around. Stacy and I did a little bit of Christmas shopping too. I got sucked into helping Kacey pick out presents for his sisters, who are about the same age as Kyrah, but I was glad to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I guess it was a fun trip. I really liked the Harry Potter preview before the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, which is Thanksgiving, (so Happy Thanksgiving everybody), Kyrah said the cutest things. She was jumping on her bed, and I said "Santa doesn't like that" and she said, "Santa don't like nothing" ANd then just a few minutes ago, Kyrah goes to Jake (they were kind of arguing) "people don't like you" It was kind of funny. I think that she learned it from when I say to her, when she's throwing a fit, "Kyrah, people don't like you like this"&lt;br /&gt;Jacen sat in his chair an hour before dinner was even ready, and Peyton got third place in our Mario Kart tournament. I got second, and Charlie (my brother) got first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-3140020014187250440?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/3140020014187250440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=3140020014187250440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3140020014187250440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/3140020014187250440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6752849939748614955</id><published>2008-11-24T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:30:34.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Practice</title><content type='html'>Well today was the first day of basketball practice (remember, I'm the assistant coach), and it went pretty well.  I felt pretty comfortable.  I know more about basketball than volleyball (I used to help in volleyball too) so I feel better about telling the girls something.  I even ran with them, and I am tired! And we didn't even run that long!, but I am out of shape when it comes to running, I can walk a long time, but running no.  Aerobics, yes, running, no, dance party, yes, running, no, walk away the pounds, yes, running, no, Tae-bo, ya sure, running, no&lt;br /&gt;I think you probably get the point by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6752849939748614955?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6752849939748614955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6752849939748614955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6752849939748614955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6752849939748614955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-of-practice.html' title='First day of Practice'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8112560400104648640</id><published>2008-11-22T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:03:12.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>Today, my mom is going to watch my kids and Jake and I are going to Idaho Falls.    We are going to go to the Temple, and then go Christmas shopping.  This will basically be my only chance to finish it because of the basetball thing.  I'm excited, because we don't get to go to big towns very much, plus I love Christmas shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8112560400104648640?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8112560400104648640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8112560400104648640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8112560400104648640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8112560400104648640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-going-christmas-shopping.html' title='I&apos;m going Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-483270714508690723</id><published>2008-11-18T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:51:01.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the job!</title><content type='html'>Well now that it's official, I guess I can tell everybody!  I got the job!  The one I applied for was............. Assistant girls basketball coach.  I kind of figured I was going to get it, but you never knoe, I didn't want to jinx it.  We start Monday, and the Head coach, who everybody calls "Coach", already gave me vidoes of what kind of offense he wants to run, and a video about shooting technique.  It's the JJ Redick shooting technique, so I agree, he is only the best shooter ever (he's from Duke, so I'm a little biased)  The funny thing is Coach, was my high school coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-483270714508690723?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/483270714508690723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=483270714508690723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/483270714508690723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/483270714508690723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-job.html' title='I got the job!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-860923298895365319</id><published>2008-11-17T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:46:16.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MONDAYS!</title><content type='html'>SO today is Monday, and I have to say that I'm not to fond of them.  Peyton hates getting up for school, and I teach pre-school on those days.  Also Kyrah goes to speech on those days, so I have to take her there, an either wait at the school until she's done, or go home for a half hour.  Then an hour after she is done, we go to pre-school!  It's just hectic!  It might get even more hectic, next week.  I can't tell you why yet, maybe tommorrow, or the next day.  Let's just say,  I applied for another job, and I will find out tommorrow if I get it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to get kids ready to go to speech!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-860923298895365319?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/860923298895365319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=860923298895365319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/860923298895365319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/860923298895365319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-mondays.html' title='I HATE MONDAYS!'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-8595952977763213580</id><published>2008-11-13T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:08:02.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>I was going to post something, but now I don't feel like thinking! But the screen is already up, so I'm just going to type a bunch of nonsense, so that it takes up space. There really is no point to what I'm typing, if anything it's making my fingers feel tingly. Is tingly even a word, or is that just something that people like to say. But seriously my fingers are going numb from the way that I'm laying down and typing. It feels SO WEIRD! ANyway I'm so having a Deja Vu right now and its making me sick, so I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA TA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-8595952977763213580?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/8595952977763213580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=8595952977763213580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8595952977763213580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/8595952977763213580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-1955813289018357513</id><published>2008-11-09T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:39:48.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living where we live</title><content type='html'>There are some major disadvantages, and advantages to living where we live.  I'd say the advantages are that we live SO far away from anything.  If you live 1 1/2 hours away from the closest Walmart, than you are not going to go there everyday, for "milk" and come out spending $50 worth of stuff that you didn't need. (come on we've ALL done that). &lt;br /&gt;Another advantage, is we live far away from fast food, I actually have to cook, (for those of you who don't know, we are actually living with my parents for the time being, so I don't cook all the time, my mom does)  So I have lost weight while living here!  (although my weakness is still chips, I love the salty things)&lt;br /&gt;Another advantage, I love the school, I know its kind of small, and that we need alot more kids, but I feel perfectly comfortable walking in the high school, and talking to those kids and teachers (ok not all the teachers, but the ones that taught me, I do)  I always talk to Peyton's kindergarten teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Another advantage, I am around my parents and grandparents.  I always wanted one of my siblings or me to live in the same town as my paretns for when they get old.  I shudder when I think of what would happen to my grandparents if my mom didn't live here.  She drives with them to doctor's appointments (for more info, see disadvantages).  I know my mom's brothers and sister are grateful that she lives here.  The same kind of goes for my dad too, when his parents were alive, he watched out for them. (they lived here too) So I would like to be able to do that for my parents, only I hope soon that it is in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;There are more advantages, but now I'm going to go on to disadvantages.  Like I said up there, doctors appointments are kind of a hassle, when Kyrah broke her arm, we had to take her first 45 mintutes away, but the "bone" doctor wasn't there so we had to take her 2 hours away.  We had to go back at least 6 times.  That gets expensive, plus it was  6 trips to a walmart.   We also go to their doctor in a different state, when they get sick and well child check-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Another disadvantage, there are not many jobs, but it is getting to be that case in alot of places.  Its harder and harder to get a job.  Jake right now works 2 different jobs, with an average of 7 hours a day.  Sometimes more.  He also drives the bus when they ask him. (that's how he got snowed out).  I have pre-school one day a week, and I am an aid for one shop class 3 hours a week.  I also sub, when they ask me.  I have 3 teachers who ask for me specifically.  So the point of all this, is that Jake and I are doing all we can to overcome this disadvantage, just so we can stay here.&lt;br /&gt;One more disadvantage, is we do live so far away, you really have to train yourself to make a list and make sure you get everything, so you don't run out before you go to "town" again.  Because buying milk at Exxon is expensive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-1955813289018357513?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/1955813289018357513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=1955813289018357513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1955813289018357513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/1955813289018357513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-where-we-live.html' title='Living where we live'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2479786879069366385</id><published>2008-11-05T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:29:48.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peyton's 6th Birthday (just a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Peyton's birthday was actually the 16th of October, but I'm just now posting about it. We had fun, we opened most of his presents on his actual birthday, and then on Sunday, we celebrated with his grandparents, (my mom and dad), Jenny and Dave, Charlie, and of course cousin Rory (who was only like a week old). Oh and also Jake and I, and Kyrah and Jacen. We played balloon volleyball, (my team one, actually I dont know who won, but it was fun)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuxqCSlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MOiew_6KnLw/s1600-h/Peyton%27s+6th+Birthday2+not+copied+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204647743867474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuxqCSlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MOiew_6KnLw/s200/Peyton%27s+6th+Birthday2+not+copied+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton digging into who birthday cookie. I've now made it a tradition to make my kids a giant cookie instead of a cake, because they don't like cake, and only eat the frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuhvDelI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oRIQaM7sAag/s1600-h/Peyton%27s+6th+Birthday2+not+copied+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204643469949522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuhvDelI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oRIQaM7sAag/s200/Peyton%27s+6th+Birthday2+not+copied+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton's grave-yard cookie. In the corner is the pumpkin patch, with the Great Pumpkin! Nobody in our family actually got to eat that, because Kacey (whom has been mentioned on this blog before) asked if he could come to the party, but his mom said no. (now remember Kacey is 15), So I told him I would save part of the cookie, so the next day I took the "pumpkin patch" to the school and gave it to him. (he didn't get to keep the Great Pumpkin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuUy_5SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NhUh-ITbkD0/s1600-h/Headshots+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204639996831010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuUy_5SI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NhUh-ITbkD0/s200/Headshots+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton opening his presents. Jacen has still not gotten the concept of birthdays, and thinks he should get presents too. So I got him and Kyrah two little dollar store presents. (I always swore I wouldn't do that, but I gave in, its just easier) I also gave them their halloween costumes to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I also want to wish a Happy 15th Birthday to my niece Kaylin! And my Father-in-law, Tom, whose age I won't mention, because in all reality I'm not sure how old he his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2479786879069366385?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2479786879069366385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2479786879069366385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2479786879069366385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2479786879069366385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/peytons-6th-birthday-just-little-late.html' title='Peyton&apos;s 6th Birthday (just a little late)'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SRHDuxqCSlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/MOiew_6KnLw/s72-c/Peyton%27s+6th+Birthday2+not+copied+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2776421388608289751</id><published>2008-11-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:51:30.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>So today is election day, and because I am my father's daughter, I know exactly who I am going to vote for! He's not exactly my favorite, but I think that other guy will turn our country into something that I don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton told me that he was going to vote for McCain because he liked the picture of the Elephant, instead of the picture of a donkey next too Obama. Even a 6 year old realizes he shouldn't vote for a jack a$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2776421388608289751?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2776421388608289751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2776421388608289751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2776421388608289751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2776421388608289751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5390284622569664195</id><published>2008-11-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:14:57.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Happy Halloween everyone!  My kids had a really great time. They only got to trick or treat for an hour, because I had to go to the volleyball game to keep the score on the score board.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvUP__QgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OPEUaaGqUyc/s1600-h/Halloween+2008notcopied+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263704458172252674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvUP__QgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OPEUaaGqUyc/s200/Halloween+2008notcopied+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture above is actually from the 30th.  My kids all wore halloween shirts that day, and Jacen's was way too big!  IT was cute.  Rory, has a shirt on  that says something about his mummy. Peyton's says, "trick or treat, I also accept cash" Kyrah's says "trick or treat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Jacen's says "my sister is a witch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvTe5KZUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kDruxkm1Fqo/s1600-h/Halloween+2008notcopied+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263704444990285122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvTe5KZUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kDruxkm1Fqo/s200/Halloween+2008notcopied+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my army guys, and my 50's girl (she's wearing a poodle skirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvS3MOddI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_mZRVjkMGe0/s1600-h/Halloween+2008notcopied+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263704434332825042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvS3MOddI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_mZRVjkMGe0/s200/Halloween+2008notcopied+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us.  I wore camo paint on my face to show Peyton that it could be done.  HE told me that if I didn't take it off, he wouldn't go trick or treating.  He gave in, because I didn't take it off.  I wore it to the volleyball game, and ran the scoreboard in it.  I wasn't the only one dressed up, although the rest of them were all kids.  I saw only one high school kid dressed up, and he was dressed up like the Joker from the new Batman.  He looked alot like him.  In fact I leaned over to my sister during the game (who was keeping books) and said "look Heath Ledger was resurrected"  I wish I could've taken a picture, but that would have been a weird thing to do at a volleyball game.  He did come trick or treating to our house later, but I didn't think of it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the high school kids who came to our house, didn't really dress up. And they actually didn't even come until after 10 pm, but they couldn't go until the volleyball game was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also decorated our front porch like a "butcher shop"  we had bones laying around, and skull that talked, and an arm and a leg hanging from the doorway, and a big sign that said "the butcher shop".  We scared one little girl, who wouldn't even come in, she also happened to be in Peyton's kindergarten class.  I wasn't there, but my mom told her that Peyton's mom did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5390284622569664195?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5390284622569664195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5390284622569664195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5390284622569664195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5390284622569664195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQxvUP__QgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OPEUaaGqUyc/s72-c/Halloween+2008notcopied+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-9204191989374277173</id><published>2008-10-29T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:10:32.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Well I was tagged by Arin a while ago, but I honestly couldn't think of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do it the way they did, because I didn't want to put the rules down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to write 7 random facts about myself, and then tag 7 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to listen to music and sing to it, I don't do it well, and it has to be the music I like.  (needless to say,I don't like the music that most people listen to now days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to daydream, I am constantly making up stories in my mind.  Now if only I could get my thoughts down paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Living in Lima, I'm always caught up on the daily drama of high school and sometimes it gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everytime I root for a team, they lose!  (okay well not everytime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My 2 favorite music groups are from Ireland, and I don't have any Irish blood in me.  I'm Scottish, that's close right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I recently discovered how fun it is to have your toenails painted, it makes my feet look not as ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I never weigh myself, and I don't like to try on new clothes for fear that they won't fit.  I finally broke down and tried on a pair of jeans that someone gave that was a smaller size.  They didn't fit, but it's because they are to big!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now supposed to tag 7 people, but the only people that I know who hasn't been tagged, is Jake, Nicole, and Leslie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-9204191989374277173?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/9204191989374277173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=9204191989374277173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/9204191989374277173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/9204191989374277173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5855481431666248790</id><published>2008-10-26T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:54:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Bannack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Jake, the kids, Kacey (a young man in our branch) and I went to Bannack MT, to do a little ghost town looking.  It is rumored to be haunted, and you know how that fasinates (sp) Jake.  SO we went, but we only got to stay for about 45 minutes, because they were going to close.  We couldn't go until later because Kacey had a football game.  So we waited until that was over.  Jake and I and the kids have been before, but this was Kacey's first time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOO5qxc2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WPkXea6AnPI/s1600-h/Bannack4+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627388813472610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOO5qxc2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WPkXea6AnPI/s200/Bannack4+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was standing on the sidewalk (that was made out of wooden planks) waiting for Jake, Kacey and the kids to come, I look over, and there is about 5 deer walking across the street.  It was weird, and Jacen wanted to catch one.  He went running down the street and I thought he was chasing Kacey, but he was going after the deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOOfxM06I/AAAAAAAAAbo/YHLSnPykXro/s1600-h/Bannack4+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627381861110690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOOfxM06I/AAAAAAAAAbo/YHLSnPykXro/s200/Bannack4+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kacey enjoying his first time in Bannack.  (he'll probably kill me for posting this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUONwQ66hI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4CQHhVrW8rk/s1600-h/Bannack4+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627369109252626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUONwQ66hI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4CQHhVrW8rk/s200/Bannack4+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton, Kyrah, and Jacen on the boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUONXz80II/AAAAAAAAAbY/G4l5-OAv-JU/s1600-h/Bannack4+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627362545291394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUONXz80II/AAAAAAAAAbY/G4l5-OAv-JU/s200/Bannack4+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake behind the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOM1iLiyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cO_WsMYVGzg/s1600-h/Bannack4+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627353343953698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOM1iLiyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cO_WsMYVGzg/s200/Bannack4+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake, Kacey, Peyton, and Jacen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside the doctor's house, where it is rumored that a bunch of kids died.  Kyrah did not want to stay in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5855481431666248790?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5855481431666248790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5855481431666248790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5855481431666248790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5855481431666248790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-bannack.html' title='Trip to Bannack'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SQUOO5qxc2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WPkXea6AnPI/s72-c/Bannack4+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-2136309100869915268</id><published>2008-10-23T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:39:06.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Butte</title><content type='html'>So on Tuesday, (2 days ago) Jake and I and the kids, went to Butte, which is 2 hours away.  We planned at leaving at 10, but we got a call from the school, and they told me to come get Peyton.  Part of a computer desk had fallen on him, and he freaked out.  They thought that since we were coming to get him at 10, that I could just come get him. It was 9:25, and the class was going to be in the computer lab until 10.  So I went and got him, and went to Butte.  It turnd out to be a good day, I went Christmas shopping and found tons of stuff on clearance.  I saved tons of money and it made me really happy.  Kyrah went to the doctor and he told us that she needed to get her pins out on Friday (which is tommorrow, they have yet to call us and tell us what time we have to be there).  I was a little shocked that we were going to have to go back so soon, and Jake doesn't have the sick leave to take off, so my dad is going to go with me, then we have to go back on the 4th of Nov. to check it out again.  I should mention, that is kind of a pain for us, because that is alot of gas money, and we only get paid once a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-2136309100869915268?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/2136309100869915268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=2136309100869915268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2136309100869915268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/2136309100869915268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-butte.html' title='Trip to Butte'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-92006079581096610</id><published>2008-10-17T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:20:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Lima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPlg0BNqFOI/AAAAAAAAAbI/e9tZ23dOiG4/s1600-h/Headshots+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258340486726948066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPlg0BNqFOI/AAAAAAAAAbI/e9tZ23dOiG4/s200/Headshots+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well life in Lima is, well.....interesting. We had a 4 day weekend (from school), so we decorated for Halloween. Also on the agenda for this weekend, was "fit-throwing". My kids did this well, and I gotta tell ya, there were times when I didn't like my kids. Sorry, but I admit it. Of course I love them, but, well you know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jake and I were planning on going to Bannack, but Jake got sick, and like I said before, our kids were on one. This picture above, is of the kids, after their "fit-throwing" was done. They did seem happier. (about an hour after this, Kyrah and Jacen ran into each other, and it resulted in a bloody lip for Jacen, and alot of crying). Kyrah had several fits this morning, and was sent to her room. Peyton had one at night and was sent to his room, and Jacen's were throughout the day. (he actually had more fits yesterday, because it was Peyton's birthday-pictures to come later-and Jacen didn't understand why Peyton got new toys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was supposed to open the gym, for the Volleyball girls, but to make a long story short, I didn't. I am seriously contemplating not going anymore to help, but we'll see. I have fun, and the kids have fun going to the gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Relief Society is having enrichment tommorow, and they personally called my mom up and invited us. My mom said she would go, but she said to them "I can tell you right now, that Angie is going to the football game" They scheduled the enrichment during a High School football game, and in a small town of 300 people, you might not have that many people show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well that's it for now, stay tuned for more articles on Life in Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-92006079581096610?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/92006079581096610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=92006079581096610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/92006079581096610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/92006079581096610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-lima.html' title='Life in Lima'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPlg0BNqFOI/AAAAAAAAAbI/e9tZ23dOiG4/s72-c/Headshots+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-6896416327703309722</id><published>2008-10-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:19:34.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841074971147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNGxJWfHI/AAAAAAAAAao/-n0CrkZOGRI/s200/stormyrory+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of our van, when we were snowed in.  I couldn't get it out, ok actually I didn't even try, but I was guessing that I couldn't get it out.  I think we got a good 10 inches.  It's starting to melt, and its not as cold, as it was over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNHAVa8QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UdcK2cyM3O4/s1600-h/stormyrory+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841079048302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNHAVa8QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UdcK2cyM3O4/s200/stormyrory+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Jacen and Rory.  Rory seems so little compared to my kids.  My kids were all over 9 pounds, and Rory was 8 pounds 9 ounces.  He got jaundice in the hospital and lost 8 ounces.  Plus I think his head is smaller.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841074655658530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNGv-IgiI/AAAAAAAAAag/tw6Xpk6Zp8Q/s200/stormyrory+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All of Grandma Arleen's grandkids.  Even I held Rory, Before I had kids, I never held babies.  But I did pretty good, it wasn't awkward at all, he's a cute little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNHCbXLRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/olLQ4-CLvlg/s1600-h/stormyrory+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841079610092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNHCbXLRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/olLQ4-CLvlg/s200/stormyrory+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton and Rory, we printed this picture off so Peyton can take it to show and tell tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNHGqYTNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NV9KV3BhyZc/s1600-h/stormyrory+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256841080746822866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNHGqYTNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NV9KV3BhyZc/s200/stormyrory+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyrah and Rory, Kyrah wants to hold him ALL the time!!!!  When he's not eating, she wants to hold him.  She does not want to practice on her baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-6896416327703309722?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/6896416327703309722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=6896416327703309722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6896416327703309722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/6896416327703309722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPQNGxJWfHI/AAAAAAAAAao/-n0CrkZOGRI/s72-c/stormyrory+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376952440985788360.post-5112668326388527045</id><published>2008-10-11T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:21:40.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have no pictures of my nephew, Rory, except the one on my cell phone, I haven't even seen him yet.  They are on their way right now.  They had to stay a little longer than they probably expected because Jenny had to have a c-section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESLhrFy9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/l5KRUR649b8/s1600-h/n608482140_448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256002229345045458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESLhrFy9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/l5KRUR649b8/s200/n608482140_448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of my brother Charlie's ankle, isnt it gross.  At first the emergency room, told him it was broken, but then he went to a orthopedic doctor, and he told him that it wasn't broken, now, it was broken before, and he didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESLvgE3gI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3vHny1vJRMk/s1600-h/Kids+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256002233056943618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESLvgE3gI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3vHny1vJRMk/s200/Kids+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a random picture of Jacen drinking milk, probably watching a movie.  I have more recent ones on my camera now, but no batteries.  Ah the joys of living out in the boon docks.  I'm not willing to pay the price that the gas station wants for double A batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESL_H577I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xpKbX36eLIM/s1600-h/Kids+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256002237250531250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESL_H577I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xpKbX36eLIM/s200/Kids+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another random picture, obviously it's old because Kyrah is still in her cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jake drove the Jr.High Girl's volleyball team to a tournament today, and I just found out that the Interstate is closed , so he is stuck in Dillon.  And Mom, Dad, Jenny, Dave, and baby Rory, are stuck in Idaho, because it's closed there too.  And we are stuck here, I hope nothing happens that involves going to the doctor.  So the Interstate is closed for 90 miles, and we are right in the middle.  By the way its closed because we have about 8 inches of snow, or more, I don't know it seems like alot for October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376952440985788360-5112668326388527045?l=japkj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/feeds/5112668326388527045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376952440985788360&amp;postID=5112668326388527045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5112668326388527045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376952440985788360/posts/default/5112668326388527045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japkj.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Jake and Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219671790493283083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/R8iwphViI-I/AAAAAAAAANM/681-oVVGZd4/S220/SD531800.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6uqAFVu9jM/SPESLhrFy9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/l5KRUR649b8/s72-c/n608482140_448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
