<?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-2608718736307797721</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:14:01.673-08:00</updated><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Missions - Peru'/><title type='text'>Coffee Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>Faith Friends Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6953146843211178117</id><published>2009-12-02T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:13:00.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Twas the month before Christmas*</title><content type='html'>Twas the month before Christmas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When all through our land,*&lt;br /&gt;*Not a Christian was praying*&lt;br /&gt;*Nor taking a stand.*&lt;br /&gt; *See the PC Police had taken away,*&lt;br /&gt;*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*&lt;br /&gt;*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*&lt;br /&gt;*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*&lt;br /&gt;*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say*&lt;br /&gt;* December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.*&lt;br /&gt;*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*&lt;br /&gt; *Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*&lt;br /&gt;*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*&lt;br /&gt;*Something was changing, something quite odd! *&lt;br /&gt;*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*&lt;br /&gt;*In hopes to sell books by Franken &amp;amp; Fonda.*&lt;br /&gt;*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*&lt;br /&gt; * At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.*&lt;br /&gt;*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears*&lt;br /&gt;*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.*&lt;br /&gt; *Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty*&lt;br /&gt;*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*&lt;br /&gt; *Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*&lt;br /&gt;*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !*&lt;br /&gt;*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*&lt;br /&gt;*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*&lt;br /&gt;*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*&lt;br /&gt; * Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*&lt;br /&gt;*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*&lt;br /&gt;*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*&lt;br /&gt;*So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'*&lt;br /&gt; *Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*&lt;br /&gt; *Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*&lt;br /&gt;*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS , not Happy Holiday !*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6953146843211178117?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6953146843211178117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6953146843211178117' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6953146843211178117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6953146843211178117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-month-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the month before Christmas*'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8081098561789225081</id><published>2009-12-01T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:10:00.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Shopping For The Right Reason</title><content type='html'>A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable, and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two kids. She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season, overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, get that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, make sure we don't forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the elevator doors opened, and there was already a crowd in the elevator. She pushed her way in and dragged her two kids in with her and all the shopping bags. When the doors closed, she couldn't take it anymore and stated, "Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up, and shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back, everyone heard a quiet, calm voice respond, "Don't worry. We already crucified him."  For the rest of the trip down the elevator, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  forget this year to keep the one who started this whole Christmas thing in your every thought, deed,  purchase, and word. If we all did it, just think how different this whole world would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the reason for the season!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8081098561789225081?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8081098561789225081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8081098561789225081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8081098561789225081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8081098561789225081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-for-right-reason.html' title='Shopping For The Right Reason'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2724200837643942696</id><published>2009-04-17T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:08:00.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economic Plan</title><content type='html'>This is GREAT that could actually work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an article from the  St. Petersburg Times Newspaper on Sunday. The Business Section asked readers for ideas on "How Would You Fix the Economy?" I thought this was the BEST idea. I think this guy nailed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;Patriotic retirement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about 40 million people over 50 in the work force; pay them $1 million apiece severance with three stipulations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They leave their jobs. Forty million job openings - Unemployment fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They buy NEW American cars. Forty million cars ordered - Auto Industry fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They either buy a house or pay off their mortgage- Housing Crisis fixed.&lt;br /&gt; All National financial problems fixed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2724200837643942696?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2724200837643942696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2724200837643942696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2724200837643942696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2724200837643942696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/economic-plan.html' title='Economic Plan'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5930579135477832389</id><published>2009-04-17T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:56:01.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE RECENT TR AGEDY OF A YOUNG WOMAN BEING KIDNAPPED AND&lt;br /&gt;EVENTUALLY KILLED; AFTER SHE HAD REPEATEDLY GIVEN THE KIDNAPPER A WRONG PIN TO HER ATM CARD. IF SHE KN EW THE ME THOD BELOW, SHE COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I THINK IT IS IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO LET YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SHOULD EVER BE FO RC ED BY A ROBBER TO WITH DR AW MONEY FROM&lt;br /&gt;AN ATM MACHINE, YOU CAN NOTIFY THE POLICE BY ENTERING YOUR PIN # IN REVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE IF YOUR PIN NU MB ER IS 1234 THEN YOU WOULD PUT IN 4321. THE ATM RECOGNIZES THAT YOUR PIN NU MB ER IS BACKWARDS FROM THE ATM CARD YOU PLACED IN THE MACHINE. THE MACHINE WILL STILL GIVE YOU THE MONEY YOU REQUESTED, BUT UNKNOWN TO THE ROBBER, THE POLICE WILL BE IMMEDIATELY DISPATCHED TO HELP YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5930579135477832389?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5930579135477832389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5930579135477832389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5930579135477832389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5930579135477832389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/recent-tr-agedy-of-young-woman-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5909651538196311596</id><published>2009-04-16T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:04:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE U IN JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE U IN JESUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Be fore U were thought of or time had begun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; God stuck U in the name of His Son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And each time U pray, you'll see it's true, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't spell out JesUs and not include U. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For U, He was born; that's why He came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And His great love for U is the reason He died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It even takes U to spell crUcified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He rose from the dead, with U in His plan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When JesUs left earth at His Upward ascension, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go into the world and tell them it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That I love them all - Just like I love U."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So many great people are spelled with a U, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't they have a right to know JesUs too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all depends now on what U will do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'd like them to know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it all starts with U. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5909651538196311596?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5909651538196311596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5909651538196311596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5909651538196311596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5909651538196311596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-in-jesus.html' title='THE U IN JESUS'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6751496300263723407</id><published>2009-04-15T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:01:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WET PANTS</title><content type='html'>WET PANTS   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened.  It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6751496300263723407?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6751496300263723407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6751496300263723407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6751496300263723407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6751496300263723407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/wet-pants.html' title='WET PANTS'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-1419300537621337425</id><published>2009-04-14T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:59:00.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick in School</title><content type='html'>Lipstick in School (You've got to love this principal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in BrisbaneÂ  was recently faced with a unique problem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done.. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance manto show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are teachers.... and then there are educators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-1419300537621337425?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1419300537621337425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=1419300537621337425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1419300537621337425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1419300537621337425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/lipstick-in-school.html' title='Lipstick in School'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4645539614156115488</id><published>2009-04-13T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:50:00.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Diet or Not to Diet</title><content type='html'>Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... Don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ...... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember: 'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND......For those of you who watch what you eat , here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you. ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4645539614156115488?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4645539614156115488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4645539614156115488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4645539614156115488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4645539614156115488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-diet-or-not-to-diet.html' title='To Diet or Not to Diet'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5169762241457213932</id><published>2009-04-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:47:55.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why you should always, ALWAYS... twirl once in front of the mirror</title><content type='html'>This is exactly why you should always, ALWAYS... twirl once in front of the mirror before leaving the  house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just think how many people she made smile throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SeEBsTj72hI/AAAAAAAABVU/ODpzyjfHfdQ/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323538095205505554" style="WIDTH: 178px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A message every adult should read because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing, and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4537180115693873529?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4537180115693873529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4537180115693873529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4537180115693873529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4537180115693873529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-thought-i-wasnt-looking.html' title='WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN&apos;T LOOKING'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-1087663630748854746</id><published>2009-04-01T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:03:00.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida , an atheist created a case against the upcoming Easter and Passover Holy days. He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians, Jews and observances of their holy days. The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The case was brought before a judge. After listening to the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring,"Case dismissed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case?  The Christians have Christmas, Easter and others. The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my Client and all other atheists have no such holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, "But you do. Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lawyer said, "Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance or holiday for atheists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The judge said, "The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day.  Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.' Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that if your client says there is no God,  then he is a fool. Therefore, April 1st is his day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Court is adjourned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-1087663630748854746?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1087663630748854746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=1087663630748854746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1087663630748854746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1087663630748854746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/04/florida-court-sets-atheist-holy-day.html' title='FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7190524541920654820</id><published>2009-02-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:00:02.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions - Peru'/><title type='text'>Remember - Don't Cook Tonight</title><content type='html'>Calvary Chapel PSL and Papa John's have teamed up in an effort to bring Calvary's Mission Team to Lima Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order any one of these 3 Calvary Specials and Today (2/18) and 10% will be donated to CC Mission Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special 777cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Large 1 topping pizza&lt;br /&gt;Carryout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$7.77&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special 1377cc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium 1 topping pizza and an order of breadsticks or cheese sticks&lt;br /&gt;Carryout or Delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$13.77&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Special 1977cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Large speciality pizza and medium 1 topping pizza&lt;br /&gt;Carryout or Delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$19.77&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To order call:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSL 772-879-1100 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Port Salerno 772-288-7272&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jensen 772-692-7272&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuart 772-283-6777&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eating,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7190524541920654820?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7190524541920654820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7190524541920654820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7190524541920654820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7190524541920654820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-dont-cook-tonight.html' title='Remember - Don&apos;t Cook Tonight'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2491668148292063896</id><published>2009-02-17T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:00:02.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions - Peru'/><title type='text'>Don't Cook Tonight -</title><content type='html'>Calvary Chapel PSL and Papa John's have teamed up in an effort to bring Calvary's Mission Team to Lima Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order any one of these 3 Calvary Specials and Today (2/17) or Tomorrow (2/18) and 10% will be donated to CC Mission Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special 777cc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large 1 topping pizza&lt;br /&gt;Carryout&lt;br /&gt;$7.77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special 1377cc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium 1 topping pizza and an order of breadsticks or cheese sticks&lt;br /&gt;Carryout or Delivery&lt;br /&gt;$13.77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Special 1977cc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large speciality pizza and medium 1 topping pizza&lt;br /&gt;Carryout or Delivery $19.77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To order call:&lt;br /&gt;PSL 772-879-1100&lt;br /&gt;Port Salerno 772-288-7272&lt;br /&gt;Jensen 772-692-7272&lt;br /&gt;Stuart 772-283-6777&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eating,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2491668148292063896?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7319257565487715342</id><published>2009-02-13T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:49:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THANKFUL --</title><content type='html'>I AM THANKFUL --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO, BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER  WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHESBECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAYBECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEYBECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPAB LE OF WORKING HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFFIN THE EARLY MORNING HOURSBECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL BECAUSE   IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live well, Laugh often, &amp;amp; Love with all of your heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7319257565487715342?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7319257565487715342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7319257565487715342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7319257565487715342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYzSh1Ka39I/AAAAAAAABMM/kpQKcGaAhgQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a new way to look at a deck of cards!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quiet that day, the guns and the mortars, and land mines for some reason hadn't been heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young soldier knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then an army sergeant came in and said, 'Why aren't you with the rest of the platoon?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldier replied, 'I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' The sergeant said, 'Looks to me like you're going to play cards.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldier said, 'No, sir. You see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country, I've decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sergeant asked in disbelief, 'How will you do that?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You see the Ace, Sergeant? It reminds me that there is only one God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Three represents the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Four stands for the Four Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Five is for the five virgins there were ten but only five of them were glorified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Six is for the six days it took God to create the Heavens and Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Seven is for the day God rested after making His Creation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eight is for the family of Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives -- the eight people God spared from the flood that destroyed the Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nine is for the lepers that Jesus cleansed of leprosy He cleansed ten, but nine never thanked Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ten represents the Ten Commandments that God handed down to Moses on tablets made of stone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jack is a reminder of Satan, one of God's first angels, but he got kicked out of heaven for his sly and wicked ways and is now the joker of eternal hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Queen stands for the Virgin Mary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The King stands for Jesus, for he is the King of all kings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I count the dots on all the cards, I come up with 365 total, one for every day of the year. There are a total of 52 cards in a deck; each is a week - 52 weeks in a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four suits represent the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each suit has thirteen cards -- there are exactly thirteen weeks in a quarter. So when I want to talk to God and thank Him, I just pull out this old deck of cards and they remind me of all that I have to be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' The sergeant just stood there. After a minute, with tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, he said, 'Soldier, can I borrow that deck of cards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Please let this be a reminder and take time to pray for all of our soldiers who are being sent away, putting their lives on the line fighting Prayer for the Military. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them. Bless them and their families. I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5508205282817864918?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5508205282817864918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5508205282817864918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5508205282817864918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5508205282817864918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/deck-of-cards.html' title='Deck of Cards'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYzSh1Ka39I/AAAAAAAABMM/kpQKcGaAhgQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-3262376332395160223</id><published>2009-02-11T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:08:01.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETARDED GRANDPARENTS</title><content type='html'>RETARDED GRANDPARENTS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was actually reported by a teacher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent theirholiday away from school. One child wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. Theyused to live in a big brick house in Wisconsin , but Grandpa gotretarded and they moved to Florida . Now they live in a tin box andhave rocks painted green to look like grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don'tknow who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wreckcenter, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, theydo exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is aswimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on. Attheir gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, andgo cruising in their golf carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thingevery night --- early birds. Some of the people can't get out past theman in the doll house. The ones who do get out bring food back to thewrecked center for pot luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardmentand says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When Iearn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I willlet people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-3262376332395160223?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3262376332395160223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=3262376332395160223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3262376332395160223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3262376332395160223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/retarded-grandparents.html' title='RETARDED GRANDPARENTS'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4958659654416876556</id><published>2009-02-10T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:36:01.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;DID YOU KNOW? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel a banana from the bottom and you won't have to pick the little 'stringy things' off of it. That's how the primates do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your bananas apart when you get home from the store. If you leave themconnected at the stem, they ripen faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store your opened chunks of cheese in aluminum foil. It will stay fresh much longer and not mold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppers with 3 bumps on the bottom are sweeter and better for eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppers with 4 bumps on the bottom are firmer and better for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a teaspoon of water when frying ground beef. It will help pull the grease away from the meat while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really make scrambled eggs or omelets rich add a couple of spoonfuls ofsour cream, cream cheese, or heavy cream in and then beat them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a cool brownie treat, make brownies as directed. Melt Andes mints indouble broiler and pour over warm brownies. Let set for a wonderful minty frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add garlic immediately to a recipe if you want a light taste of garlic and at the end of the recipe if your want a stronger taste of garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover snickers bars from Halloween make a delicious dessert. Simply chopthem up with the food chopper. Peel, core and slice a few apples. Place themin a baking dish and sprinkle the chopped candy bars over the apples. Bakeat 350 for 15 minutes!!! Serve alone or with vanilla ice cream. Yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reheat Pizza - Heat up leftover pizza in a nonstick skillet on top of the stove, set heatto med-low and heat till warm. This keeps the crust crispy. No soggy micropizza. I saw this on the cooking channel and it really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Deviled Eggs - Put cooked egg yolks in a zip lock bag. Seal, mash till they are all brokenup. Add remainder of ingredients, reseal, keep mashing it up mixing thoroughly, cut the tip of the baggy, squeeze mixture into egg. Just throw bag away when done easy clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expanding frosting when you buy a container of cake frosting from the store, whip it with your mixer for a few minutes. You can double it in size. You get to frost more cake/cupcakes with the same amount. You also eat less sugar and calories perserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reheating refrigerated bread to warm biscuits, pancakes, or muffins that were refrigerated, place them in a microwave with a cup of water. The increased moisture will keep the food moist and help it reheat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper weeds away - start putting in your plants, work the nutrients in your soil. Wet newspapers, put layers around the plants overlapping as you go cover with mulch and for-get about weeds. Weeds will get through some gardening plastic they will not get through wet newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Glass - Use a wet cotton ball or Q-tip to pick up the small shards of glass youcan't see easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Mosquitoes - Place a dryer sheet in your pocket. It will keep the mosquitoes away. Squirrel Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep squirrels from eating your plants, sprinkle your plants with cayenne pepper. The cayenne pepper doesn't hurt the plant and the squirrels won't come near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible vacuum to get something out of a heat register or under the fridge add an empty paper towel roll or empty gift wrap roll to your vacuum. It can be bent or flattened to get in narrow openings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reducing static cling - pin a small safety pin to the seam of your slip and you will not have aclingy skirt or dress. Same thing works with slacks that cling when wearingpanty hose. Place pin in seam of slacks and ... ta da! .. static is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measuring Cups - before you pour sticky substances into a measuring cup, fill with hot water. Dump out the hot water, but don't dry cup. Next, add your ingredient, suchas peanut butter, and watch how easily it comes right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foggy Windshield? Hate foggy windshields? Buy a chalkboard eraser and keep it in the glove box of your car when the windows fog, rub with the eraser! Works better than a cloth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reopening envelope - If you seal an envelope and then realize you forgot to include something inside, just place your sealed envelope in the freezer for an hour or two. Viola! It unseals easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditioner Use -  your hair conditioner to shave your legs. It's cheaper than shavingcream and leaves your legs really smooth. It's also a great way to use up the conditioner you bought but didn't like when you tried it in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Fruit Flies - To get rid of pesky fruit flies, take a small glass, fill it 1/2' with Apple Cider Vinegar and 2 drops of dish washing liquid; mix well. You will find those flies drawn to the cup and gone forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Rid of Ants - Put small piles of cornmeal where you see ants. They eat it, take it 'home, 'can't digest it so it kills them. It may take a week or so, especially if it rains, but it works and you don't have the worry about pets or small children being harmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFO ABOUT CLOTHES DRYERS - The heating unit went out on my dryer! The gentleman that fixes things around the house for us told us that he wanted to show us something and he went over to the dryer and pulled out the lint filter. It was clean. (I always clean the lint from the filter after every load clothes.) He told usthat he wanted to show us something; he took the filter over to the sink and ran hot water over it. The lint filter is made of a mesh material ... I'm sure you know what your dryer's lint filter looks like. Well ... the hot water just sat on top of the mesh! It didn't go through it at all! He told us that dryer sheets cause a film over that mesh that's what burns out theheating unit. You can't see the film, but it's there. It's what is in the dryer sheets to make your clothes soft and static free .... that nice fragrance too. You know how they can feel waxy when you take them out of the box ... well this stuff builds up on your clothes and on your lint screen. This is also what causes dryer units to potentially burn your house down with it! He said theb est way to keep your dryer working for a very long time (and to keep your electric bill lower) is to take that filter out and wash it with hot soapy water and an old toothbrush (or other brush) at least every six months. He said that makes the life of the dryer at least twice as long! How about that!?! Learn something new everyday! I certainly didn't know dryer sheets would dot hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4958659654416876556?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4958659654416876556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4958659654416876556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4958659654416876556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4958659654416876556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4272275913355828500</id><published>2009-02-09T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:29:01.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee filters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYyBy0pJ7QI/AAAAAAAABME/_ERKQFPhRhU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299753571632934146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYyBy0pJ7QI/AAAAAAAABME/_ERKQFPhRhU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; COFFEE FILTERS ..who knew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Cover bowls or dishes when cooking in the microwave. Coffee filters make excellent covers. 2. Clean windows and mirrors. Coffee filters are lint-free so they'll leave windows sparkling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Protect China. Separate your good dishes by putting a coffee filter between each dish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Protect a cast-iron skillet. Place a coffee filter in the skillet to absorb moisture and prevent rust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Apply shoe polish. Ball up a lint-free coffee filter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Recycle frying oil. After frying, strain oil through a sieve lined with a coffee filter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Weigh chopped foods. Place chopped ingredients in a coffee filter on a kitchen scale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Hold tacos. Coffee filters make convenient wrappers for messy foods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Stop the soil from leaking out of a plant pot. Line a plant pot with a coffee filter to prevent the soil from going through the drainage holes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Prevent a Popsicle from dripping. Poke one or two holes as needed in a coffee filter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Do you think we used expensive strips to wax eyebrows? Use strips of coffee filters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Put a few in a plate and put your fried bacon, French fries, chicken fingers, etc on them. Soaks out all the grease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Keep in the bathroom. They make great "razor nick fixers." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. OH YEAH, THEY ARE GREAT TO USE IN YOUR COFFEE MAKERS! &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/2608718736307797721-4272275913355828500?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4272275913355828500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4272275913355828500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4272275913355828500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4272275913355828500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/coffee-filters.html' title='Coffee filters'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYyBy0pJ7QI/AAAAAAAABME/_ERKQFPhRhU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8007521332654626838</id><published>2009-02-08T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:25:00.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reynolds Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYyAyRVX3nI/AAAAAAAABL8/fztRvQIAbas/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752462643093106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYyAyRVX3nI/AAAAAAAABL8/fztRvQIAbas/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go into the kitchen and check this out for myself. Whoever looks at the end of your aluminum foil box? You know when you try to pull some foil out and the roll comes out of the box. Then you have to put the roll back in the box and start over. The darn roll always comes out at the wrong time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to share this with you. Yesterday I went to throw out an empty Reynolds foil box and for some reason I turned it and looked at the end of the box. And written on the end it said, Press here to lock end. Right there on the end of the box is a tab to lock the roll in p la ce. How long has this little locking tab been there? I then looked at a generic brand of aluminum foil and it had one, too. I then looked at a box of Saran wrap and it had one too! I can't count the number of times the Saran wrap roll has jumped out when I was trying to cover something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sharing this with my friends. I hope I'm not the only person that didn't know about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8007521332654626838?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8007521332654626838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8007521332654626838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8007521332654626838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8007521332654626838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/reynolds-wrap.html' title='Reynolds Wrap'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYyAyRVX3nI/AAAAAAAABL8/fztRvQIAbas/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-15752253176406759</id><published>2009-02-07T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:58:09.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in...</title><content type='html'>John Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN ) for 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA ) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRI LANKA ), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE ) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA) he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO ) to see how much he could spend today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting his watch (MADE IN TAIWAN ) to the radio (MADE IN INDIA ) he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY ) filled it with gas (from Saudi Arabia )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And continued his search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of yet another discouraging and fruitless day checking his computer (Made In Malaysia ), Joe decided to relax for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL ) poured himself a glass of wine (MADE IN FRANCE ) and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then wondered why he can't find a good paying job &lt;a 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/15752253176406759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/15752253176406759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/made-in.html' title='Made in...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-1244567948186176875</id><published>2009-02-06T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:24:47.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYxi66AGP_I/AAAAAAAABL0/r_nXkdivcdM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299719625649831922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYxi66AGP_I/AAAAAAAABL0/r_nXkdivcdM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is. They think so logically.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home. She read  'and so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that Straw to build my house?'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher paused then asked the class: 'And what do you think the man said?'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I think the Man would have said - 'Well, I'll be darned!! A talking pig!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher had to leave the room.&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/2608718736307797721-1244567948186176875?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1244567948186176875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=1244567948186176875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1244567948186176875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1244567948186176875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-little-pigs.html' title='Three Little Pigs'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SYxi66AGP_I/AAAAAAAABL0/r_nXkdivcdM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-998488292905188929</id><published>2008-12-27T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:08:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt of Holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quilt of Holes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;along with&lt;/span&gt; all the other souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;many piles&lt;/span&gt;; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;together into&lt;/span&gt; a tapestry that is our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;how ragged&lt;/span&gt; and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;giant holes&lt;/span&gt;. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;been difficult&lt;/span&gt;, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;day life&lt;/span&gt;. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;of all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tiny hole&lt;/span&gt; here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;color and&lt;/span&gt; the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;was disheartened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;and empty&lt;/span&gt;, like binding air.Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the light&lt;/span&gt;, the scrutiny of truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The others rose; each in turn, holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;up their&lt;/span&gt; tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;upon me&lt;/span&gt;, and nodded for me to rise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;earthly fortunes&lt;/span&gt;. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;been trials&lt;/span&gt; of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;me my&lt;/span&gt; world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;the strength&lt;/span&gt; to pick up and begin again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;guidance in&lt;/span&gt; my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;endured painfully&lt;/span&gt;, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;would not&lt;/span&gt; melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;who unfairly&lt;/span&gt; judged me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;to accept&lt;/span&gt; it for what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;who stared&lt;/span&gt; at me with wide eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;many holes&lt;/span&gt;, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;before me&lt;/span&gt;, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, 'Every time you gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;over your&lt;/span&gt; life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Me shine&lt;/span&gt; through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May all our quilts be thread bare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-998488292905188929?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/998488292905188929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=998488292905188929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/998488292905188929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/998488292905188929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/quilt-of-holes.html' title='Quilt of Holes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4321870205731156150</id><published>2008-12-09T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:47:01.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Gift Giving Idea #2</title><content type='html'>I received this once as a gift from one my most cherished friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the idea so much that I thought I'd share with all of you as my gift giving idea #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply make a donation in the name of the person your are "buying" a gift for to a ministry called Love without Boundaries (&lt;a href="http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/"&gt;http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ministry feeds orphans in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry will send the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recipient&lt;/span&gt; a card with a picture of a beautiful orphan getting her tummy filled with yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brilliant gift idea!! And I hope your will consider filling an orphans tummy for all those hard to buy for folks on your Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4321870205731156150?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4321870205731156150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4321870205731156150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4321870205731156150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4321870205731156150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-giving-idea-2.html' title='Gift Giving Idea #2'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8822444634600143128</id><published>2008-12-08T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:34:18.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Gift Giving Idea #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/ST1LLSPIiDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/NswbJeDx6gg/s1600-h/Gift+Idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456995594045490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/ST1LLSPIiDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/NswbJeDx6gg/s200/Gift+Idea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/ST1LLSPIiDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/NswbJeDx6gg/s1600-h/Gift+Idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consider giving the gift of reading this Christmas to the children on your Christmas list. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A Beka Book is pleased to offer several series of classic novel and biography sets. Readers of all ages will enjoy these interesting and timeless favorites. For a limited time these sets are being offered at a 10% discount and FREE Shipping. Order Online at &lt;a href="https://www.abeka.com/ABekaOnline/SpecialOffer.aspx?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;https://www.abeka.com/ABekaOnline/SpecialOffer.aspx?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See below for examples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elementary&lt;/strong&gt;—Classic Historical Fiction including Martha of California and Stephen of Philadelphia. (4 books) Ages 8–12   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes of the Faith&lt;/strong&gt;—This series of fascinating biographies features a special class of heroes—men and women who answered the call of God on their lives. These life stories show ordinary people in an extraordinary way when their hearts are surrendered to Him. (4 books) Ages 12–Adult  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sons of Liberty Series&lt;/strong&gt;—Character is the theme of these inspiringbiographies. Every young patriot should read the life stories of these American Heroes. (5 books) Ages 12–Adult  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Abbott Series&lt;/strong&gt;—History comes to life in these thrilling biographiesof great men and women who left their mark upon the pages of world history. (5 books) Ages 12–Adult   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in History&lt;/strong&gt;–Classic Historical Fiction including The Black Arrow and Remember the Alamo. (6 books) Ages 12–Adult &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8822444634600143128?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8822444634600143128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8822444634600143128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8822444634600143128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8822444634600143128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-giving-idea-1.html' title='Gift Giving Idea #1'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/ST1LLSPIiDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/NswbJeDx6gg/s72-c/Gift+Idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2734563465011939303</id><published>2008-12-07T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:32:00.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Santa's Breakfast Cake</title><content type='html'>Santa's Breakfast Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen of Sarah Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northpole.com/Kitchen/Cookbook/cat0002.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup margarine&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs 2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup vanilla yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped walnuts&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/Kitchen/metric.html', '_blank', 'width=200,height=300');" href="http://www.northpole.com/Kitchen/Cookbook/rec0267.html#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cream together margarine, sugar, and vanilla until smooth. Add eggs and beat well. Combine flour, baking powder, and baking soda before sifting into the creamed mixture. Stir until moistened. Add the vanilla yogurt and mix well. Topping: Combine chopped walnuts, sugar and cinnamon. Grease and flour 1 large loaf pan or 3 mini loaf pans. Half fill the pan(s) with batter. Sprinkle topping over batter. Fill pan(s) with remaining batter and then top with remaining topping. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Test for doneness with a toothpick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2734563465011939303?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2734563465011939303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2734563465011939303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2734563465011939303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2734563465011939303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-breakfast-cake.html' title='Santa&apos;s Breakfast Cake'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2428986098881110375</id><published>2008-12-06T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:30:25.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>"Night Before Christmas" Coffee Cake</title><content type='html'>"Night Before Christmas" Coffee Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen of Kay Smittle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northpole.com/Kitchen/Cookbook/cat0002.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;2 beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup warm milk&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg yeast (2 teaspoons bulk yeast) dissolved in 3 tablespoons warm water&lt;br /&gt;3 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping:&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons melted butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup nuts or maraschino cherries, candied red or green cherries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/Kitchen/metric.html', '_blank', 'width=200,height=300');" href="http://www.northpole.com/Kitchen/Cookbook/rec0455.html#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream together sugar and butter. Then add eggs, milk, 1 package of yeast (2 tablespoons bulk yeast) dissolved in 3 tablespoons of warm water, flour, salt and vanilla. Beat all of these ingredients together. Then set dough aside and let it rise, until double in size. When your coffee cake dough has risen to double the size (this may take about 2 hours) put it in a 9x13" greased pan and spread with topping; Combine sugar, cinnamon, melted butter and nuts (you can use maraschino cherries or candied red and green cherries if you don't like nuts) Now place in a cold oven and leave it in there overnight to rise. The next morning turn oven to 350 degrees and bake for 1/2 hour. Take out and serve warm. This makes a large coffee cake or you can put the dough in two round pans instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2428986098881110375?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2428986098881110375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2428986098881110375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2428986098881110375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2428986098881110375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-before-christmas-coffee-cake.html' title='&quot;Night Before Christmas&quot; Coffee Cake'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7692724797254717327</id><published>2008-12-05T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:01:00.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>SIMPLE WHITE  ENVELOPE</title><content type='html'>SIMPLE WHITE ENVELOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas --oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- the overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma -- the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, 'I wish just one of them could have won,' he said. 'They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them. ' Mike loved kids -- all kids -- and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball, and lacrosse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition --one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we lost Mike last year due to cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us. May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7692724797254717327?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7692724797254717327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7692724797254717327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7692724797254717327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7692724797254717327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-white-envelope.html' title='SIMPLE WHITE  ENVELOPE'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-3977077703426507311</id><published>2008-12-04T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:00:00.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Jesus Is Better Than Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa lives at the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Santa rides in a sleigh&lt;br /&gt;JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.&lt;br /&gt;Santa comes but once a year&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is an ever present help.&lt;br /&gt;Santa fills your stockings with goodies&lt;br /&gt;JESUS supplies all your needs.&lt;br /&gt;Santa comes down your chimney uninvited&lt;br /&gt;JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then enters your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You have to stand in line to see Santa&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.&lt;br /&gt;Santa lets you sit on his lap&lt;br /&gt;JESUS lets you rest in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl, What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name, He knows our address too. He knows our history and future and He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.&lt;br /&gt;Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly&lt;br /&gt;JESUS has a heart full of love.&lt;br /&gt;All Santa can offer is HO HO HO&lt;br /&gt;JESUS offers health, help and hope.&lt;br /&gt;Santa says "You better not cry"&lt;br /&gt;JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.&lt;br /&gt;Santa's little helpers make toys&lt;br /&gt;JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds mansions.&lt;br /&gt;Santa may make you chuckle but&lt;br /&gt;JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.&lt;br /&gt;While Santa puts gifts under your tree&lt;br /&gt;JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious there is really no comparison.&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.&lt;br /&gt;We need to put Christ back in Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is still the reason for the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-3977077703426507311?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3977077703426507311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=3977077703426507311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3977077703426507311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3977077703426507311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-is-better-than-santa.html' title='Jesus Is Better Than Santa'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6713675160398159522</id><published>2008-12-03T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:25:12.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending Christmas cards or actually Christmas letters is something I truly enjoy doing. I love the time of reflection and counting the years blessings. It's a time for me to reconnect with those I may have lost touch with through out the year. It brings me great joy to send and receive Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spent time this week addressing my many cards my mind wondered to the soldiers fighting for our freedoms and for our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to wonder just how many Christmas cards they might receive this year. So I decided I would add a few to my list. I actually decided to send mine to the soldiers that were wounded in the war and recovering here State side. It was a great opportunity for our family to thank the men and women whom we have never met who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; so much for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is my hope that you would do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When addressing your Christmas cards this year please consider sending one or more to this address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Recovering American Soldier&lt;br /&gt;c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;6900 Georgia Avenue, NW&lt;br /&gt;Washington , D.C. 20307-5001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6713675160398159522?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6713675160398159522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6713675160398159522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6713675160398159522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6713675160398159522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6627807046251745654</id><published>2008-12-02T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:58:06.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Different Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/STSg__PD6KI/AAAAAAAAA-M/BWWwf-I4Bzo/s1600-h/Hero.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275018084724500642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/STSg__PD6KI/AAAAAAAAA-M/BWWwf-I4Bzo/s200/Hero.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the window that danced with a warm fire's lightThen he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.""It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,That separates you from the darkest of times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one had to ask or beg or implore me,I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',And now it is my turn and so, here I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while,But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,The red, white, and blue... an American flag.I can live through the cold and the being alone,Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another,Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..Who stand at the front against any and all,To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.""But isn't there something I can do, at the least,"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,"Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,To stand your own watch, no matter how long.For when we come home, either standing or dead,To know you remember we fought and we bled.Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6627807046251745654?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6627807046251745654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6627807046251745654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6627807046251745654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6627807046251745654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-christmas-poem.html' title='A Different Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/STSg__PD6KI/AAAAAAAAA-M/BWWwf-I4Bzo/s72-c/Hero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-1427987271333818011</id><published>2008-12-01T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:16:50.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Getting To Know Your Friends....At CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>Here's a little fun facts about me to kick of the Christmas Season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I use both and like them both&lt;br /&gt;2.. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? The Day After Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? The Day After Christmas (I actually start Christmas night after everyone has gone to bed) Is that wrong??&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Yes, in small doses though&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atari&lt;/span&gt; 2600 :-)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? My HUSBAND and My Parents&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes -&lt;br /&gt;9. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail - on December 1&lt;br /&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I can't think of one - but I'm sure there's been a few...&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite Christmas Movie? The classics, Frosty, Charlie Brown, Rudolf :-)&lt;br /&gt;12. When do you start shopping for Christmas? All year - EXCEPT Black Friday&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yes -Sad but true&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Snack foods&lt;br /&gt;15. Lights on the tree? White only - you know I am anti color :-)&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Christmas song? I LOVE them ALL&lt;br /&gt;17. Travel at Christmas or stay home? HOME!!! With a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;house full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you name all 9 of Santa's reindeer's? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Donnor&lt;/span&gt;, Dixon, Comet, Dasher, Dancer...I guess not&lt;br /&gt;19. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star on one Angel on the other&lt;br /&gt;20. Open the presents Christmas eve or Christmas day? Christmas DAY - except at my parents. We always spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Eve with them.&lt;br /&gt;21. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?  NOTHING!!!! This is my FAVORITE time of year&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite ornament theme or color?  My ornaments all have a story, memory or meaning. None are&lt;em&gt; just&lt;/em&gt; ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Prime rib roast -our family tradition&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want for Christmas this year?  All pictures hung - its been 5 years!!&lt;br /&gt;25. Who is most likely to respond to this? YOU - please leave a comment or link to your blog with your Christmas Fun Facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-1427987271333818011?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1427987271333818011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=1427987271333818011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1427987271333818011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1427987271333818011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-to-know-your-friendsat.html' title='Getting To Know Your Friends....At CHRISTmas'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8085785627930544702</id><published>2008-11-24T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:31:46.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about the 1500s:</title><content type='html'>The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some facts about the 1500s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for small animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying It's raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house either. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt Poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start blowing outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold. (Getting quite an education, aren't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous . Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust. Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock a person out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could either be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8085785627930544702?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8085785627930544702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8085785627930544702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8085785627930544702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8085785627930544702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/facts-about-1500s.html' title='Facts about the 1500s:'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7689520114886383742</id><published>2008-11-23T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:05:34.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>Life Lessons...By Regina Brett The Plain Dealer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.&lt;br /&gt;17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.&lt;br /&gt;18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else. 20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five&gt; years, will this matter?"&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.&lt;br /&gt;38. Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;43. All that truly matters in  end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;45. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;48. If you don't ask, you don't get.&lt;br /&gt;49. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7689520114886383742?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7689520114886383742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7689520114886383742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7689520114886383742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7689520114886383742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7934360196774332763</id><published>2008-11-22T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:14:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Women over 50 don't have babies because they would put them down&lt;br /&gt;and forget where they left them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine confused her Valium with her birth control pills... she has 14 kids but doesn't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I understand everything, and then I regain consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my knicker's. Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks 2 sizes! Skinny people irritate me! Especially when they say things like...'You know sometimes I forget to eat!' .....Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name and my keys, but I have never forgotten to eat.  You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast. Are they kidding?  That's my idea of a perfect day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7934360196774332763?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7934360196774332763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7934360196774332763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7934360196774332763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7934360196774332763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/girlie-wisdom.html' title='Girlie Wisdom'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5289674188439046198</id><published>2008-11-21T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:57:00.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I was a Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never tripped over toys&lt;br /&gt;or forgot words to a lullaby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't worry whether or not&lt;br /&gt;my plants were poisonous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had never been puked on.Pooped on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chewed on.Peed on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had complete control of my mind&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts. I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never held down a screaming child&lt;br /&gt;so doctors could do tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or give shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never sat up late hours at night&lt;br /&gt;watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put her down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I never felt my heart break into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could affect my life so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;having my heart outside my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel&lt;br /&gt;to feed a hungry baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know that bond&lt;br /&gt;between a mother and her child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know that something so small&lt;br /&gt;could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had never known the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;the joy,&lt;br /&gt;the love,&lt;br /&gt;the heartache, the wonderment&lt;br /&gt;or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5289674188439046198?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5289674188439046198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5289674188439046198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5289674188439046198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5289674188439046198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-i-was-mom_21.html' title='Before I was a Mom'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7026535389002772573</id><published>2008-11-20T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:43:00.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Flaw In Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The One Flaw In Women &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time the Lord made woman, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was into his sixth day of working overtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angel appeared and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Why are you spending so much time on this one?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the Lord answered, 'Have you seen my spec sheet onher? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to a broken heart-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she will do everything with only two hands.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Only two hands!? No way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's just on the standard model?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's too much work for one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait until tomorrow to finish.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'But I won't, ' the Lord protested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I am so close to finishing this creation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is so close to myown heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND can work 18 hour days.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'But you have made her so soft, Lord.' '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is soft,' the Lord agreed, '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I have also made her tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Will she be able to think?', asked the angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lord replied, 'Not only will she be able to think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will be able to reason and negotiate.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The angel then noticed something, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'That's not a leak,' the Lord corrected, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'that's a tear!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'What's the tear for?' the angel asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lord said, 'The tear is her way of expressing her joy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her loneliness, her grief and her pride.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The angel was impressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'You are a genius, Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought of everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woman is truly amazing.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they hold happiness, love and joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They smile when they want to scream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They sing when they want to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They cry when they are happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and laugh when they are nervous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They fight for what they believe in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They stand up to injustice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't take 'no' for an answer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when they believe there is a better solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They go without so their family can have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They cry when their children excel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are happy when they hear about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a birth or a wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can heal a broken heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to show how much they care about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They bring joy, hope and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have compassion and ideals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women have vital things to say and everything to give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE TINY FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7026535389002772573?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7026535389002772573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7026535389002772573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7026535389002772573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7026535389002772573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-flaw-in-women.html' title='The One Flaw In Women'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-3942647097544972558</id><published>2008-11-19T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:38:00.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things</title><content type='html'>Three ThingsThree things in life that, once gone, never come back:&lt;br /&gt;1. Time&lt;br /&gt;2. Words&lt;br /&gt;3. Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that can destroy a person:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anger&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride&lt;br /&gt;3. Unforgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that you should never lose:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hope&lt;br /&gt;2. Peace&lt;br /&gt;3. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that are most valuable:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Family &amp;amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that are never certain:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fortune&lt;br /&gt;2. Success&lt;br /&gt;3. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make a person:&lt;br /&gt;1. Commitment&lt;br /&gt;2. Sincerity&lt;br /&gt;3. Hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that are truly constant:&lt;br /&gt;Father - Son - Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-3942647097544972558?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3942647097544972558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=3942647097544972558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3942647097544972558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3942647097544972558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-things_19.html' title='3 Things'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6633139950197793312</id><published>2008-11-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:32:00.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Border Control</title><content type='html'>Everyone concentrates on the problems we're having in this country lately: illegal immigration, hurricane recovery, alligators attacking people in Florida ... Not me. I concentrate on solutions for the problems. It's a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig a moat the length of the Mexican border.&lt;br /&gt;Send the dirt to New Orleans to raise the level of the levies.&lt;br /&gt;Put the Florida alligators in the moat along the Mexican border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other problems you would like for me to solve today ? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this one:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cows&lt;br /&gt;2.The Constitution&lt;br /&gt;3. The Ten Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C O W S Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the state of Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E C O N S T I T U T I O N They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq .... Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E 1 0 C O M M A N D M E N T S The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in a courthouse is this: You cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal,' 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery,' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians...It creates a hostile work environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6633139950197793312?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6633139950197793312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6633139950197793312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6633139950197793312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6633139950197793312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/border-control.html' title='Border Control'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-3387300883926876619</id><published>2008-11-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:21:00.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Fireman Yet?</title><content type='html'>Am I A Fireman Yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Phoenix , Arizona , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up &amp;amp; fulfill all his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her son' s hand and asked, 'Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, 'I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.' Mom smiled back and said, 'Let's see if we can make your wish come true.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she went to her local fire Department in Phoenix , Arizona , where she met fireman Bob , who had a heart as big as Phoenix .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman Bob said, 'Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary Fireman for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy -- one with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it! , a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. ''They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix , so we can get them fast.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the Paramedic's' van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a Fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief replied, 'We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire?' 'It's the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you open the window to his room?'About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window -------- 16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, 'Chief, am I really a fireman now?' 'Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand,' the chief said With those words, Billy smiled and said, 'I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and The angels have been singing..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes one last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-3387300883926876619?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3387300883926876619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=3387300883926876619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3387300883926876619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3387300883926876619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-fireman-yet.html' title='Am I A Fireman Yet?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6458951523931682829</id><published>2008-11-16T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:19:49.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>MOTHERS       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little voice says,  'Because I love you best.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Images of Mother  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6458951523931682829?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6458951523931682829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6458951523931682829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6458951523931682829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6458951523931682829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6089279841670749246</id><published>2008-11-05T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:35:32.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her hair was up in a pony  tail,  her favorite dress tied with a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Daddy's Day at school,  and she couldn't wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;But her mommy tried to tell  her,  that she probably should stay home.&lt;br /&gt;Why the kids might not understand,  if she went to school alone.&lt;br /&gt;But she was not afraid;  she knew just what to say.&lt;br /&gt;What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.&lt;br /&gt;But still her mother worried,  for her to face this day alone.&lt;br /&gt;And that was why once again,  she tried to keep her daughter home.&lt;br /&gt;But the little girl went to school,  eager to tell them all.&lt;br /&gt;About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.&lt;br /&gt;There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Children were squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.&lt;br /&gt;One by one the teacher called, a student from the class, to introduce their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;As seconds slowly passed, at last the teacher called her name,&lt;br /&gt;every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching,&lt;br /&gt;for a man who wasn't there.  "Where's her daddy at?"&lt;br /&gt;she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one,"&lt;br /&gt;another student dared to shout.   And from somewhere near the back,&lt;br /&gt;she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad,&lt;br /&gt;too busy to waste his day. "The words did not offend her,&lt;br /&gt;as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher,&lt;br /&gt;who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.&lt;br /&gt;"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.&lt;br /&gt;But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.&lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot meet him,  I wanted you to know.&lt;br /&gt;All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories&lt;br /&gt;he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.&lt;br /&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart. " With that, her little hand reached up,&lt;br /&gt;and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.&lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.  Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love&lt;br /&gt;of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.&lt;br /&gt;And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, she finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.  "I love my daddy very much,&lt;br /&gt;he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here,  but heaven's just too far!&lt;br /&gt;You see he was a fireman and died just this past year&lt;br /&gt;when airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.&lt;br /&gt;"But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."&lt;br /&gt;And then she closed her eyes,  and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement,&lt;br /&gt;she witnessed with surprise, a room full of daddies and children,&lt;br /&gt;all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy,"&lt;br /&gt;to the silence she called out.  And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.&lt;br /&gt;But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.&lt;br /&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining bright star.&lt;br /&gt;And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6089279841670749246?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6089279841670749246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6089279841670749246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6089279841670749246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6089279841670749246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/daddys-poem.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6514481447549864410</id><published>2008-10-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:34:11.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light The Night</title><content type='html'>A few years ago my friend Debra lost her brother Jim to cancer. For the last 4 years my friend has held a Light The Night walk in his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk raises funds for the Leukemia &amp;amp; Lymphoma Society and over the last 4 years they have raised over $15,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Brian and I along with the kids are honored to participate. And we are hoping that you will support us in this endeavor. We are looking for sponsorship from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really cool part is that an anonymous donor has a agreed to MATCH EVERY DONATION DOLLAR FOR DOLLAR! So even if you can only donate $1.00, $5.00 or $10.00 it will be valued twice as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to support please reply to this post and I will send you the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that you prayerfully consider partnering with Brian and I in this year's LIGHT THE NIGHT walk in memory of Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Thanks in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6514481447549864410?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6514481447549864410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6514481447549864410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6514481447549864410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6514481447549864410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/10/light-night.html' title='Light The Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6397570478182853757</id><published>2008-10-09T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:11:42.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Brian and I were invited to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;participate&lt;/span&gt; in a shoe drive for an orphanage in Ethiopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the children are 6 and up but there are a few younger and they are in desperate need of shoes. If you have any boys or girls shoes that are new or gently used (preferably sneakers) we would love to send them over. Just let me know and I will make arrangements to get them from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you know anyone else that might want to participate feel free to send this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks in advance for your consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Payless&lt;/span&gt; is running their buy one get one half off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. So if you need any shoes... maybe you would consider picking up an extra pair. I'm going to take my kids to pick out a pair for the children. I love these tangible ways to help my kids understand how fortunate they are. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6397570478182853757?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6397570478182853757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6397570478182853757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6397570478182853757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6397570478182853757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoe-drive.html' title='Shoe Drive'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5646619408354723203</id><published>2008-09-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:20:34.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win WIn Situation</title><content type='html'>Ok Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know I (it's suppossed to be the kids but let's face it, its REALLY me) collect box box tops as a school project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but it brings me a strange joy to paste those little guys on cute papers and submit them on behalf of my children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now my girls are selling raffle tickets for their baton class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me here...I have a point and I'm not going to ask you for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't learned by now I'm VERY competitive. I like (no, I LOVE to win) and now I (I mean my kids) have a chance to win twice.. BUT what's better is YOU have a chance to win too. And not some little win but a big $300 win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See here's the plan:All you folks out there that throw away the box tops that come on your Kleenex, betty crocker, pampers, hefty, ziplock, chex mix, and oh SO many more products now just need to give them to me and in return I will purchase 1 baton raffle ticket in your name and you will then be entered into a drawing worth $300 and many runner up prizes like gift baskets filled with stuff you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this IS a win win situation so I have to share what's in it for us. Should the girls sell the most raffle tickets they could win a baton bag, team uniform and a team jacket. And if their class happens collects the most box tops they could win an ice cream party. The stakes here friends are pretty high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please consider teaming up with me (I mean the Growing Garcia's) and let's claim victory in these competitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5646619408354723203?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5646619408354723203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5646619408354723203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5646619408354723203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5646619408354723203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/win-win-situation.html' title='Win WIn Situation'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4671305910625964236</id><published>2008-09-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:10:42.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>On the first day, God created the dog and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said: 'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you bac k ten like the Dog did?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again. On the fourth day, God created man and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you. There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I'm doing it as a public service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4671305910625964236?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4671305910625964236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4671305910625964236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4671305910625964236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4671305910625964236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6565285914944175035</id><published>2008-09-12T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:42:55.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A video from an American Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TG4fe9GlWS8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6565285914944175035?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6565285914944175035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6565285914944175035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6565285914944175035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6565285914944175035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/video-from-american-soldier.html' title='A video from an American Soldier'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6226740629707342701</id><published>2008-09-10T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:56:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buzzard, Bat, and Bumblebee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BUZZARD:&lt;/strong&gt;If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BAT: &lt;/strong&gt;The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BUMBLEBEE: &lt;/strong&gt;A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE:&lt;/strong&gt; In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, But faith looks up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6226740629707342701?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6226740629707342701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6226740629707342701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6226740629707342701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6226740629707342701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/buzzard-bat-and-bumblebee.html' title='The Buzzard, Bat, and Bumblebee'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-9130196869944587244</id><published>2008-09-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:31:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20/20 Adoption Distruption Show - RESCHEDULED</title><content type='html'>I received this email below from the Ranch for kids. I will post when show is rescheduled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Dear Parents and Friends;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we hate to cancel one more time, we must!   ABC 20/20 has moved us forward due to the hurricanes and the Republican National Convention with its unprecedented news stories.  As soon as we get a new date we will let everyone know.  Many of you were looking forward to watching the program and I am sure that they will schedule us soon.  They know how important this subject matter is and do not want it overshadowed by the before mentioned events.  We are content to wait for the "perfect timing."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience and we will let you know as soon as were are re-scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;Our best wishes&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Sterkel and William "Bill" Sutley&lt;br /&gt;with The Ranch For Kids Staff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-9130196869944587244?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9130196869944587244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=9130196869944587244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9130196869944587244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9130196869944587244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/2020-adoption-distruption-show.html' title='20/20 Adoption Distruption Show - RESCHEDULED'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6178105342082503915</id><published>2008-09-02T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:54:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set your TIVO</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Parents;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC 20/20 will air a program about adoption disruption on Sept. 5th 2008. This program was filmed in part at The Ranch For Kids. This Ranch welcomes children who for one reason or another are being placed back up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rescheduled this segment from the original date in July to avoid the Olympics and political conventions.  There will be a follow-up segment on Nightline with Joyce's son Sasha who was adopted from a disruption at age 14. (Joyce runs the Ranch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give The Ranch For Kids and ABC any feed back after you see the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer that this program will draw awareness to the growing problems for families with international adoptees and that &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; homes are found for these children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6178105342082503915?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6178105342082503915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6178105342082503915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6178105342082503915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6178105342082503915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/set-your-tivo.html' title='Set your TIVO'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4396279653434180266</id><published>2008-09-02T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:23:01.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pickle Jar</title><content type='html'>The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar . They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly 'These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. 'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there; I'll see to that.'&lt;br /&gt;No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. 'When you finish college, Son,' he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want to.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4396279653434180266?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4396279653434180266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4396279653434180266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4396279653434180266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4396279653434180266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/09/pickle-jar.html' title='The Pickle Jar'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8540950908896676193</id><published>2008-08-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:58:21.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Bring Benjamin Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SLi2u5d4waI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QXjfODL9QAY/s1600-h/benjaminvedder%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240139083261985186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SLi2u5d4waI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QXjfODL9QAY/s200/benjaminvedder%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin is waiting in China, his parents are waiting in Florida. Chick-Fil-A and VW are giving away a car to help unite this family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winning raffle ticket win be drawn &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; Monday! Don't miss your chance to win any of the following prizes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Prize&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 year lease on a NEW 2008 Volkswagen Beetle $6,997.03 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Prize &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gazebo &amp;amp; Patio set $2,499.98 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Prize &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stainless Steel Grill $899.99 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Prize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;52 Free Combo Meals $290.68&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase raffle tickets and &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; unite little Benjamin with his parents &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; click on the following link: &lt;a href="http://www.childwatch.org/articles1.html"&gt;http://www.childwatch.org/articles1.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the drawing will be held &lt;strong&gt;THIS &lt;/strong&gt;Monday - so purchase your tickets today!! &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/2608718736307797721-8540950908896676193?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8540950908896676193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8540950908896676193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8540950908896676193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8540950908896676193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-call-for-raffle-tickets.html' title='Help Bring Benjamin Home'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SLi2u5d4waI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QXjfODL9QAY/s72-c/benjaminvedder%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8072616267634363728</id><published>2008-08-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:57:35.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy of An Adopted Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legacy of An Adopted Child &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once there were two women, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who barely knew each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One is in your heart forever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other you’ll call mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two different lives, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaped to make yours one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One became your guiding star, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other became your sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first gave you life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the second taught you how to live it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first gave you a need for love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the second was there to give it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One gave you a nationality, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other gave you a name.&lt;br /&gt;One gave you the seed of talent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other gave you an aim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One gave you emotions, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other calmed your fears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One saw your first sweet smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other dried your tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One gave you a family, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was what God intended for her to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other prayed for a child, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And God led her straight to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you ask me Through your tears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The age old question through the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heredity or environment… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which are you a product of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neither, my darling… neither, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just two different kinds of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8072616267634363728?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8072616267634363728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8072616267634363728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8072616267634363728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8072616267634363728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/legacy-of-adopted-child.html' title='Legacy of An Adopted Child'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8307100971224750631</id><published>2008-08-26T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:25:22.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Dogs Were Teachers</title><content type='html'>If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let others know when they've invaded your territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch before rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, romp, and play daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrive on attention and let people touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On warm days, stop to lie on your back in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout .. Run right back and make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Advice from a Dogs Life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8307100971224750631?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8307100971224750631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8307100971224750631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8307100971224750631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8307100971224750631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-dogs-were-teachers.html' title='If Dogs Were Teachers'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2151166020694447555</id><published>2008-08-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:35:38.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the Birth:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing. 3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Layette:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby&lt;br /&gt;2nd ba by: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacifier:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: I f the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diaper ing:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complai n about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, Baby Zoo, Baby Movies and Baby Story Hour.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Out:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Home:&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing Coins (a favorite):&lt;br /&gt;1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays 2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass.&lt;br /&gt;3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his allowance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2151166020694447555?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2151166020694447555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2151166020694447555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2151166020694447555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2151166020694447555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/birth-order-of-children.html' title='BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-441576740536885966</id><published>2008-08-21T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:49:44.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brilliant Gift Idea</title><content type='html'>I recently had a birthday and one of my most cherished friends gave me an AMAZING gift! I LOVE the idea so much I'm not just going to borrow it I want to spread the word to all I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a donation in my name to a ministry called Love without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boundaries&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.lovewithoutboundaries.com/"&gt;www.lovewithoutboundaries.com&lt;/a&gt;). This ministry feeds orphans in China. The ministry sent me a card with a picture of a beautiful orphan getting her tummy filled with yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a brilliant gift idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider filling an orphans tummy the next time you are stumped and need a gift idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-441576740536885966?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/441576740536885966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=441576740536885966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/441576740536885966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/441576740536885966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/brilliant-gift-idea.html' title='A Brilliant Gift Idea'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-9005898563658269988</id><published>2008-08-20T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:57:03.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Available Children's Clothes</title><content type='html'>Hello my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know my friend Jill from Boomerang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Consignment&lt;/span&gt; blesses the Treasure Coast with all of the stores unsold items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nicole and I began a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt; called Clothe His Children. This ministry has taken off and MANY adoptive, foster and bio families have been blessed by Jill's generosity. We are looking to expand this ministry to others in our community and we need your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today we have the following items available:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag infant girls 0-12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium bag girls size 18 months - 2T&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag girls size 3T&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag girls size 4T&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag girls size 5T&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag girls size 6x&lt;br /&gt;1 medium bag girls size 7/8&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag girls size 10/12&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag girls size 14/16&lt;br /&gt;1 small bag boys 0-24 months&lt;br /&gt;3 booster seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you or anyone you know would like be a part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Clothe&lt;/span&gt; His Children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ministry&lt;/span&gt; either as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;donor&lt;/span&gt; or as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beneficiary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also please consider clicking on and joining the Clothe His Children Yahoo Group in the margin of this blog. This group was created to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;minister&lt;/span&gt; to and bless local families who are in the process of adopting and/or fostering or for moms who just need an outlet and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to sharing your parenting journey with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-9005898563658269988?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9005898563658269988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=9005898563658269988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9005898563658269988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9005898563658269988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/available-childrens-clothes.html' title='Available Children&apos;s Clothes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-9041117401643653899</id><published>2008-08-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:58:11.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WD-40....Who knew</title><content type='html'>WD-40....Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts. WD-40 was created in 1953 by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company. Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'water displacement' compound. They were successful with the fortieth formulation, thus WD-40 . The Corvair Company bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts. Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you! And get this - it does ALL of this:&lt;br /&gt;1) Protects silver from tarnishing.&lt;br /&gt;2) Removes road tar and grime from cars.&lt;br /&gt;3) Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;4) Gives floors that 'just-waxed' sheen without making it slippery.&lt;br /&gt;5) Keeps flies off cows.&lt;br /&gt;6) Restores and clean s chalkboards.&lt;br /&gt;7) Removes lipstick stains.&lt;br /&gt;8) Loosens stubborn zippers.&lt;br /&gt;9) Untangles jewelry chains.&lt;br /&gt;10) Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.&lt;br /&gt;11) Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.&lt;br /&gt;12) Keeps ceramic/terra cotta garden pots from oxidizing.&lt;br /&gt;13) Removes tomato stains from clothing.&lt;br /&gt;14) Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots .&lt;br /&gt;15) Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.&lt;br /&gt;16) Keeps scissors working smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;17) Lubricates noisy door hinges on vehicles and doors in homes.&lt;br /&gt;18) It removes black scuff marks from the kitchen floor! Use WD-40 for those nasty tar and scuff marks on flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some windows if you have a lot of marks.&lt;br /&gt;19) Bug guts will eat away the finish on your car if not removedquickly;Use WD-40!&lt;br /&gt;20) Gives a children's play gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.&lt;br /&gt;21) Lubricates gear shift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on riding mowers.&lt;br /&gt;22) Rids kids rocking chairs and swings of squeaky noises.&lt;br /&gt;23) Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.&lt;br /&gt;24) Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.&lt;br /&gt;25) Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl bumpers.&lt;br /&gt;26) Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;27) Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.&lt;br /&gt;28) Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons, and bicycles for easy handling.&lt;br /&gt;29) Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;30) Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.&lt;br /&gt;31) Removes splattered grease on stove.&lt;br /&gt;32) Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.&lt;br /&gt;33) Lubricates prosthetic limbs.&lt;br /&gt;34) Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).&lt;br /&gt;35) Removes all traces of duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;36) Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve arthritis pain.&lt;br /&gt;37) Florida 's favorite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from grills and bumpers.&lt;br /&gt;38) The favorite use in the state of New York WD-40 protects the Statue of Libert y from the elements.&lt;br /&gt;39) WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a LITTLE on live bait or lures and you will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing are not allowed in some states&lt;br /&gt;40) U se it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and stops the itch.&lt;br /&gt;41) WD-40 is great for removing cr ayon from walls. Spray on the mark and wipe with a clean rag.&lt;br /&gt;42) If you've discovered that you washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the lipstickspots with WD-40 and re-wash. Presto! Lipstick is gone!&lt;br /&gt;43) If you sprayed WD-40 on the distributor cap, it would displace the moisture and allow the car to start.&lt;br /&gt;44) It is good for oven burns or any other type of burn. It takes the burned feeling away and heals with NO scarring.&lt;br /&gt;45) WD-40 is the first thing that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic, it works just as well as glass.It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;46)Then try it on your stovetop... It's now shinier than it's ever been. You'll be amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The basic ingredient in WD-40 is FISH OIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-9041117401643653899?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9041117401643653899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=9041117401643653899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9041117401643653899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9041117401643653899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/wd-40who-knew.html' title='WD-40....Who knew'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5381083672142594669</id><published>2008-08-07T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:04:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Remember</title><content type='html'>Always remember to forget thee things that made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the things that made you glad.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget the friends that proved untrue.&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to remember those that have stuck by you.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget the troubles that have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5381083672142594669?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5381083672142594669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5381083672142594669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5381083672142594669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5381083672142594669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/08/always-remember.html' title='Always Remember'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8567430031686481160</id><published>2008-07-31T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:57:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things We Collect</title><content type='html'>Just in case you haven't heard yet...&lt;strong&gt;we collect Box Tops, Campbell Soup Labels, Soda Tabs and USED Cell Phones, Mp3 Players, Hand Held System Consoles, Digital Cameras, and Ink Cartridges.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noted below why we collect these items and where you can find them. Would you consider saving any of these items for us?If you are local the kids and I will swing by as needed to pick them up from you and if you are far away we'll gladly reimburse you for your postage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Box Tops&lt;/strong&gt; are the only sort of "fund raising" our school does. There will be no candy or wrapping paper sales from us. Just a simple request for something you would probably throw away.These items can be found on hundreds of products like &lt;strong&gt;Zip lock, Pull Ups, Betty Crocker mixes, Chex Mex, Kleenex&lt;/strong&gt; and many many more. For a complete list please visit the Box Top website &lt;a href="http://www.boxtops4education.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.boxtops4education.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Campbell Soup Labels&lt;/strong&gt; is a resource our school uses for miscellaneous school supplies. Simply cut the &lt;strong&gt;cute little Campbell guy&lt;/strong&gt; off the back of your soup can or your &lt;strong&gt;empty goldfish package.&lt;/strong&gt; He is worth lots of $$$ in school supplies. For more details please visit &lt;a href="http://www.labelsforeducation.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.labelsforeducation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soda Tabs&lt;/strong&gt; are collected and donated to the &lt;strong&gt;Ronald McDonald House&lt;/strong&gt;. The RMH allows families to stay free of charge while their children are being cared for in a near by hospital. These little tabs "pay the tab" for the families so they can concentrate their concerns on their children rather than their finances. What a beautiful ministry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USED Cell Phones, Mp3 Players, Hand Held System Consoles, Digital Cameras, and Ink Cartridges&lt;/strong&gt; - for a family who is adopting a little girl from Russia. Read more about their journey at &lt;a href="http://www.azlittlepatchofheaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.azlittlepatchofheaven.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this post and supporting our kids in their community projects. If you or your kids are also involved in a project that we may be able to help you with PLEASE let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8567430031686481160?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8567430031686481160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8567430031686481160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8567430031686481160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8567430031686481160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-we-collect.html' title='Things We Collect'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5807800933342617313</id><published>2008-07-31T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:43:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clothe His children</title><content type='html'>My friend Jill owns Boomerang consignment store (&lt;a href="http://www.boomerangconsignments.com/"&gt;http://www.boomerangconsignments.com/&lt;/a&gt;) here in PSL. Jill knows my heart for orphans and my desire to minister to adoptive families so with my vision and her generosity we created a ministry to clothe His children. Each week Jill DONATES any and all of the stores unsold items. These items range from strollers, pack &amp;amp; plays and walkers to boppy's, and toys, books and games, not to mention clothes galore. You name it this store has donated it! Jill's generosity has blessed families and orphans not just here in PSL and throughout the United States but also as far as Guatemala, Haiti and Russia. Should you or anyone you know be in need of this ministry or if you are traveling to meet your child and would like to bring a clothing donation to the caretakers please reply to this post. For those of you that are local and have not been to Boomerang Consignment yet I highly recommend that you check it out. Jill is an amazing women with a heart the size of Texas and runs one CLEAN &amp;amp; ORGANIZED consignment store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, I would just like to personally and publicly thank you for who you are and for partnering with me and believing in my vision. I adore you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5807800933342617313?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5807800933342617313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5807800933342617313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5807800933342617313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5807800933342617313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/clothe-his-children.html' title='clothe His children'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8497817311759312341</id><published>2008-07-29T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:10:24.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibs Ice Cream Commercial</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my friends Les and Erin have made another video. This one however is not a SciFi clip. It is an actual commerical for Dibs Ice Cream. Please click on this link &lt;a href="http://dibsfilmfest.com/default.aspx?openURL=clip.aspx?key=D90EF681344EABE1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://dibsfilmfest.com/default.aspx?openURL=clip.aspx?key=D90EF681344EABE1&lt;/a&gt; watch their commercial &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; vote for them to win!! No registration is required this time so it is SUPER simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - if you could help spread the word for them that would be AWESOME!!! Their email and details about their commerical is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;We're at it again! Les and I have made a commercial to hopefully earn $10,000 in a grand prize win! I may have mentioned this before but we are on a mission to pay off debt. This would help immensely! (Thanks to everyone, we have already won $500, and a trip to the Traverse City Film Festival in Michigan.)The voting for this is different from Rootclip. The best part is you don't have to register to vote! Just simply click on the link below, it will take you straight to our video. It is based on a rating system. You will see 5 stars. Rate the commercial 1-5. (maybe you could vote 5 even if you don't like it that much) After Aug 8th, the top 10 video's with the best ratings will move on to a round of judges who will vote as well. Whoever has the highest rating from both rounds wins.Here is the link to the commercial. Enjoy!P.S. It may surprise you at first. It is a Dibs commercial, and their motto is "Do Dibs Instead". If you want to improve your marriage you should probably do both. : ) Watch and you'll see what I'm talking about!&lt;a href="http://dibsfilmfest.com/default.aspx?openURL=clip.aspx?key=D90EF681344EABE1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://dibsfilmfest.com/default.aspx?openURL=clip.aspx?key=D90EF681344EABE1&lt;/a&gt;A special thanks to our good friend Angel, who came up with the concept (which we think is hilarious, we hope you agree), and for making me look beautiful (hair &amp;amp; makeup), and to both Travers &amp;amp; Angel who let us borrow their home for the shoot. Thanks in advance for Rating our commercial. It means so much to us! We love you all!God Bless, Les &amp;amp; Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8497817311759312341?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8497817311759312341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8497817311759312341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8497817311759312341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8497817311759312341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/dib-ice-cream-commercial.html' title='Dibs Ice Cream Commercial'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-9134713034647579678</id><published>2008-07-28T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:19:08.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhoneRaiser</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed the PhoneRaiser link in the margin on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That link is to a beautiful family in AZ that is in the process of adopting a little girl from Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help off set some of the expenses they are collecing USED Cell Phones, Mp3 Players, Hand Held System Consoles, Digital Cameras, and Ink Cartridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sending a box to her this Friday. If you have any of these above items that you are no longer using would you PLEASE consider donating them to this family? If you are local, I would be happy to pick them up from you. If you aren't local but you would still like to be a blessing to this family please email me. I will help make the mailing arrangements for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about their adoption journey please check out their blog &lt;a href="http://www.azlittlepatchofheaven.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.azlittlepatchofheaven.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY Thanks in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-9134713034647579678?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9134713034647579678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=9134713034647579678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9134713034647579678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9134713034647579678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/phoneraiser.html' title='PhoneRaiser'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8728301337453921947</id><published>2008-07-26T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:19:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Bulletins</title><content type='html'>Maybe you've seen some of these before but there were some new ones for me and they were quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sentences (with all the bloopers) actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fasting &amp;amp; Prayer Conference includes meals&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the Water." &lt;br /&gt;The sermon tonight:        "Searching for Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale.  It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house!  Bring your husbands.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our community.&lt;br /&gt;Smile at someone who is hard to love.&lt;br /&gt;Say "Hell" to someone who doesn't care much about you.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Don't let worry kill you off -- let the church help.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Miss Charlene Mason sang "I Will Not Pass This Way Again," giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir.   They need all the help they can get.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church.  So ends a friendship that began in their school days.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall.  Music will follow.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What is Hell?"  Come early and listen to our choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles, and other items to be recycled,  Proceeds will be used to cripple children.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00P -- prayer and medication to follow.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind.  They be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the church.  Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday morning at 10 AM.  All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B. S. is done.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM.  Please use the back door.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's "Hamlet" in the church basement Friday at 7 PM.  The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church.  Please use large double door at the side entrance.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new campaign slogan last Sunday:  "I Upped My Pledge -- Up Yours."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8728301337453921947?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8728301337453921947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8728301337453921947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8728301337453921947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8728301337453921947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-bulletins.html' title='Church Bulletins'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2202449056391383954</id><published>2008-07-25T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:45:24.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child Waits - Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received a TON of comments regarding A Child Waits post I made a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that many who read the post were “moved” or cried and felt sad for what they saw. Many confessed that “one day, they too hope to grow their family through adoption but right now &lt;strong&gt;financially&lt;/strong&gt; it is just impossible!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I address that comment I would first like to say I believe ALL children are a gift. Whether brought to our families biologically or through the adoption. I do not believe that one way is better or more noble. I do not feel that those who adopt are “great or selfless people” I also do not believe that adoption is for everyone. No one should ever pursue an adoption just because they feel sorry or sad for a child. Adoption is NOT a rescue mission!! Adoption is simply uniting your child with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that being said….These last paragraphs are ONLY INTENDED for anyone who “one day hopes to grow their family through adoption but right now feels that it is financially impossible”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and your spouse have a &lt;strong&gt;united&lt;/strong&gt; heart towards adoption but you are holding back due solely to finances PLEASE DON’T. I know first hand that when we step out in faith and trust in what we know is right rather than what “makes sense” we are blown away by what is possible. I also know first hand the initial fear. I know how hard it is to take that first step, but once you do, once you leap, you see things you never dreamed possible actually happening to you, in your life, and for the good of your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a couple loose their job in the middle of an adoption and not only stay the course but bring home 2 children instead of one. God did not forsake them. I’ve seen other couples loose their home and job and STILL complete their adoption. Another couple had no finance options available to them for a little girl whom their heart broke for so 3 times they “found” her a forever family. All 3 times it fell through and finally they “got it”. They proceeded with NO finances and their daughter is now home! Our personal adoption expenses doubled what we thought they were going to be when we completed our first adoption and since we were not planning to adopt again we had NO adoption fund for our last adoption yet all of our children are home safe and sound. We have plenty to eat, hot water, clothes on our backs and a roof over our head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plea to any of you holding off because of finances is this: &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DO NOT LET FINANCES KEEP YOUR CHILD OUT OF YOUR HOME!&lt;/strong&gt; I will personally partner with you, join forces and encourage you every step of the way. I have seen miracle after miracle in family after family. I would be honored if you allowed me that privilege on your journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have testimonies like those above PLEASE share your stories. Be an encouragement to those who may be in a financial stronghold. You never know whose child may come home as a result of your trials and testimony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him Be The Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2202449056391383954?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2202449056391383954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2202449056391383954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2202449056391383954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2202449056391383954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/child-waits-encouragement.html' title='A Child Waits - Encouragement'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2427520654305439380</id><published>2008-07-25T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:53:34.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Edition Of Getting To Know Your Friends</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the 2008 edition of getting to know your friends. What you aresupposed to do is hit forward and change your answers. Change all the answersso they apply to you, and then send this to your friends including the personwho sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little thingsabout your friends that you might not have known.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?  8am – and the kids are STILL sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or Pearls?   Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;3.  What 2 things do you always have with you? My kids and someone elses kids – it’s summer! 4. What is your favorite TV show? Grey's Anatomy, Big Brother, Survivor5. What do you usually have for breakfast?  Honey Bunches of Oats &lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite book? The Power of a Praying Wife and The Power of a Praying Parent. 7. What is your middle name? Lee&lt;br /&gt;8. What food do you dislike?  Mushrooms &lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite CD? I prefer pure quiet of music. &lt;br /&gt;10. What type of car do you drive? Honda Odyssey  &lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sandwich?  Rare Roastbeef12. What characteristic do you despise? Arrogance13. Favorite item of clothing? My Jammies!14. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? I REALLY like home!!! But I would like to start summer trips to various orphanages beginning in Central/South America.   15. What color is your bathroom?  Yellow&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite brand of clothing?  Gap, Old Navy and Ralph – and I like it better when it’s on sale 17. Where would you like retire to?  Right here in my home in warm sunny FL!!  &lt;br /&gt;18. What was your most recent memorable birthday? My 30th – It’s was when I became a mom!! &lt;br /&gt;19. Furthest place you are sending this? It’s going on my blog so who knows!  &lt;br /&gt;21. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Good question22. Person you expect to send it back first? Good question23. Favorite saying? “Represent” It’s something our family says a lot and it means a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;24. When is your birthday? August 14th25. Are you a morning person or a night person? I’m stuck between the two. It's weird because I am not officially either. &lt;br /&gt;26. What is your shoe size?  6 1/227. Pets?  1dog - Molly   28. What did you want to be when you were little?  Fire Fighter29. How are you today?  great30. What is your favorite candy?  Chocolate, of course!31. what is your favorite flower? Gardenia – my husband recently bought me my own gardenia tree and hedge – LOVE THEM!  &lt;br /&gt;32. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? The kids “Gotcha” days.33 What is the last thing you ate?  Krista’s FABULOUS ice cream, caramel, whipped cream dream come true. (last night)34. What are you listening to right now? The dishwasher – doing my job.  &lt;br /&gt;35. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  Brown – like everything else I own.  &lt;br /&gt;36. How is the weather right now?  It’s a Bright sun shinning day&lt;br /&gt;37. Last person you spoke to on the phone?  My sister  &lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like the person who sent this to you?  Love (and miss) her  &lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite soft drink?    Diet Coke40.Favorite restaurant?  The Tides   41. Hair colour? Brown with highlights43. Favorite day of the year?  My kids birthday’s44. What was your favorite toy as a child? Easy Bake Oven – funny thing is I can’t cook!!!! &lt;br /&gt;45. Summer or winter? Summer for sure46. Hugs or kisses? Hugs47. Chocolate or Vanilla?  Chocolate48. Do you want your friends to email you back?  yes49. When was the last time you cried? I cry at commercials – this is an unfair question!50. What is under your bed? Who knows!51. Who is the friend you have had the longest?  My Sister!52. Favorite smell?  Cookies Baking&lt;br /&gt;53. What are you afraid of? CHANGE!!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;54. Plain, butter or salted popcorn? BUTTER &amp;amp; SALT&lt;br /&gt;55. How many keys on your key ring? 5  &lt;br /&gt;56. How many years at your current job. 4 years stay at home mom57.Favorite day of the week?  Saturday58. How many towns have you lived in?  2 – as an adult 59. Do you make friends easily? I think so60. How many people will you be sending this to? A Lot! it’s on the WWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2427520654305439380?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2427520654305439380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2427520654305439380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2427520654305439380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2427520654305439380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-edition-of-getting-to-know-your.html' title='2008 Edition Of Getting To Know Your Friends'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2275633147268259249</id><published>2008-07-23T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:13:49.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;You may have noticed that there are ads appearing in the margin and at the bottom of this blog. I signed up with a company and I have allowed them access to my blog for marketing purposes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;These ads change frequently and with out notice or authorization from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Please note that not all of these ads are not intended, sponsored or approved by me! I have not yet figured out a way to moniter the discretion of what is posted and I am diligently working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Blessings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2275633147268259249?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2275633147268259249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2275633147268259249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2275633147268259249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2275633147268259249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-2626635030942413329</id><published>2008-07-21T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:53:11.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child Waits</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we hosted an adoption reunion here at our home. There were 4 families that were able to make it. We all meet in 2003 when we each started our adoption journey's. At the time only one of the 4 couples had a (bio) child. On Saturday the same 4 couples now had 9 children. 8 of which were all brought home from various countries and joined to our families through adoption. Had the additional 2 couples been able to make it there would have been another 6 children brought home through adoption. Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent that evening celebrating the joy of adoption, my life, and the cherished friends I made on the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bed I checked my emails one last time and I received this real picture of real children STILL waiting to belong to their forever families the same way my children and those here on Saturday do. They long to know a mom and dad, to be held, to be tucked in, to be read a bedtime story....My heart aches for these waiting children...Please look at their picture and pray with me that they have a forever family and that they are united soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SIUXfKcULJI/AAAAAAAAATo/sWihXmuNnxA/s1600-h/logo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225608766779829394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SIUXfKcULJI/AAAAAAAAATo/sWihXmuNnxA/s200/logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Children depicted are 3 and 4 year old boys and girls from the Nadvirna Children's Home in Nadvirna, Ukraine. Photo by Melanie Bevan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-2626635030942413329?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/2626635030942413329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=2626635030942413329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2626635030942413329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/2626635030942413329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/child-waits.html' title='A Child Waits'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SIUXfKcULJI/AAAAAAAAATo/sWihXmuNnxA/s72-c/logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-822358689875596987</id><published>2008-07-17T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:43:49.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A borrowed poem</title><content type='html'>Some houses try to hide the factThat children shelter there,&lt;br /&gt;Ours boasts it quiet openly,&lt;br /&gt;The signs are Everywhere.For smears on the windows,&lt;br /&gt;Little smudges on the doors,&lt;br /&gt;I should apologize I guess,&lt;br /&gt;For toys strewn on the floor.But I sat down with the children,&lt;br /&gt;And we played and laughed and read,&lt;br /&gt;And if the doorbell doesn't shine,&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes will shine instead.For when at times I am forced to choose,&lt;br /&gt;The one job or the other,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to cook, and clean, and scrub,&lt;br /&gt;But first I'll be a MOTHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-822358689875596987?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/822358689875596987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=822358689875596987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/822358689875596987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/822358689875596987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/borrowed-poem.html' title='A borrowed poem'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5791623002919280487</id><published>2008-07-16T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:25:03.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA - SAFETY ALERT</title><content type='html'>Hey Readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this is true or not but I thought I'd pass the Public Service Accouncement along JUST IN CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFETY ALERT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to the attention of the National Propane Gas Association that propane cylinders are being used in the manufacturing of Methamphetamines. This drug is commonly referred to as 'crank'. Manufacturers of this illegal substance are using propane cylinders for the storage and the use of anhydrous ammonia. These cylinders have been found in many states at cylinder exchange and refilling locations as well as in hotel rooms and mobile laboratories, where the manufacturing of this illegal substance takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meth cooks are getting  the propane tanks from the exchanges at &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/a&gt;,  Kroger, gas  stations, etc. and emptying them of the propane.  They  are  filling them with anhydrous ammonia (which is used in their  meth recipe).  After they are finished with them, they return  them to the store.  They are then refilled with propane and  sent back for you and me to buy. Anhydrous ammonia is very  corrosive and weakens the structure of the tank.  It can be  extremely dangerous when mixed with propane and hooked up to  our  grills, etc.  You should inspect the propane tank for  any blue or greenish residue around  the valve areas.  If  it is present, refuse to purchase that one.'  If  you  suspect you already have one of these tanks, don't touch  it.  Notify the fire dept, DEA, or HazMat Emergency  Response Unit immediately for  disposition. Source:  Check out the  following website for more details.  They also have pictures  showing what contaminated tank valve might look  like.  &lt;a href="http://www.npga.org/i4a/pages/index.cfm?pageid=529" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.npga.org/i4a/pages/index.cfm?pageid=529&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5791623002919280487?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5791623002919280487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5791623002919280487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5791623002919280487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5791623002919280487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/psa-safety-alert.html' title='PSA - SAFETY ALERT'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-9210682607766292563</id><published>2008-07-16T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:31:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nutshell Philosophy</title><content type='html'>I received this from a friend...I hope you will take some time and reflect on this "Nutshell Philosphy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be Fishers of Men.... You catch 'em, He'll Clean 'em.&lt;br /&gt;2. A family altar can alter a family.&lt;br /&gt;3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't put a question mark where God put a full stop.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't wait for 6 strong men to take you to church.&lt;br /&gt;6. Exercise daily... Walk with the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;7. Forbidden fruits create many jams.&lt;br /&gt;8. Give God what's right, not what's left!&lt;br /&gt;9. Give satan an inch and he'll be a ruler.&lt;br /&gt;10. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.&lt;br /&gt;11. God grades on the cross, not the curve.&lt;br /&gt;12. God loves everyone, but probably prefers "fruits of the spirit" over "religious nuts"!&lt;br /&gt;13. God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.&lt;br /&gt;14. Having truth decay? Brush up on your Bible!&lt;br /&gt;15. He who angers you, controls you!&lt;br /&gt;16. He who is good at making excuses, is seldom good for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;17. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone!&lt;br /&gt;18. Kindness is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;19. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory capacity.&lt;br /&gt;20. Never give the devil a ride! He will always want to drive!&lt;br /&gt;21. Nothing ruins the truth like stretching it.&lt;br /&gt;22. Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.&lt;br /&gt;23. "Pray" is a four-letter word that you can say anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;24. Prayer - Don't give God instructions - just report for duty!&lt;br /&gt;25. The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not protect you.&lt;br /&gt;26. This Church is "Prayer Conditioned"!&lt;br /&gt;27. To be almost saved is to be totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;28. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning!&lt;br /&gt;29. Watch your step carefully! Everyone else does!&lt;br /&gt;30. We don't change the message, the message changes us.&lt;br /&gt;31. Wisdom has two parts: 1) Having a lot to say. 2) Not saying it.&lt;br /&gt;32. Worry is the darkroom in which trouble is processed.&lt;br /&gt;33. Remember God answers all knee mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-9210682607766292563?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/9210682607766292563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=9210682607766292563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9210682607766292563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/9210682607766292563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/nutshell-philosophy.html' title='&quot;Nutshell Philosophy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-3037542398969249083</id><published>2008-07-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:42:19.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I am here for...</title><content type='html'>That's what my 6 year old daughter said to me this morning. Here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: sweeping the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: can I help you mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sure honey, I will sweep the dirt into piles and you can pick the piles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: Thanks mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No, honey, THANK YOU. I don't what I would do with out you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie: No problem mom, that's what I'm here for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!!! That girl is something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-3037542398969249083?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/3037542398969249083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=3037542398969249083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3037542398969249083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/3037542398969249083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-what-i-am-here-for.html' title='That&apos;s what I am here for...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-6596682100864037770</id><published>2008-07-10T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:43:49.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Light</title><content type='html'>There is an organization called NightLight who is in Bangkok, Thailand. They rescue women from prostitution. Click here for the full story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nightlightbangkok.com/purposeandgoals.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.nightlightbangkok.com/purposeandgoals.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women who are rescued make jewelry. Click here to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nightlightbangkok.com/catalogue.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.nightlightbangkok.com/catalogue.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's beautiful stuff. Looking for something unique that will support a precious cause? Look no further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-6596682100864037770?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6596682100864037770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=6596682100864037770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6596682100864037770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/6596682100864037770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-light.html' title='Night Light'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-1612546693904843492</id><published>2008-07-07T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:10:35.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Needed</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends...this request is for a friend of a friend. I do not know Misty or Darren directly but at the recommendation of my friend I spent some time on their blog and in prayer for them. Even though I do not know this family my heart breaks for them and what they are going through. At the same time I am inspired and encouraged by their faith! They are in need of a miracle and so I ask the same of you...please spend some time on Misty &amp;amp; Daren's blog at &lt;a href="http://www.leblanclife.com/"&gt;http://www.leblanclife.com/&lt;/a&gt; in prayer for them. To God be the Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-1612546693904843492?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1612546693904843492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=1612546693904843492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1612546693904843492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/1612546693904843492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayer-needed.html' title='Prayer Needed'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4144833189105151067</id><published>2008-07-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:17:11.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, 'You should do it because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee. The husband said, 'You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.' Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should brew the coffee.' Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.' So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says 'HEBREWS' .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4144833189105151067?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4144833189105151067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4144833189105151067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4144833189105151067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4144833189105151067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4680432534422678544</id><published>2008-07-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:37:06.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomerang Consignment SALE</title><content type='html'>As most of you know...My friend Jill Saenz owns Boomerang Consigment store here in PSL. Well she is having a summer sale this week and I thought you'd like to know.  See below for details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Summer from Boomerang Consignments &amp;amp; More!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe we have been open for a year already?!?  Thanks so much for making this year such a success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you are having a happy and safe summer.  To show our gratitude to our best customers, just mention you saw this email and you will receive 10% off your entire purchase through Saturday July 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to forward this email to anyone you think might enjoy the shop - we'd love to meet them and introduce them to our store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Saenz&lt;br /&gt;Boomerang Consignments &amp;amp; More&lt;br /&gt;6538 NW Selvitz Road&lt;br /&gt;Port St. Lucie, FL 34983&lt;br /&gt;(772) 204-9078&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs6.net/tn.jsp?e=0015GdlPE3lpe73q_DH6GSX-2l9I3Hk2ThzZ6FiWikMu-KsWI7WRWxuSMRNneRIOiLe-mYfFmwwhYjr1BLfeBABWEPYQbW-v37BwneIbOSq0ePZC64z9nup5KZU0E4CQ8EO" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.boomerangconsignments.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4680432534422678544?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4680432534422678544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4680432534422678544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4680432534422678544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4680432534422678544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/boomerang-consignment-sale.html' title='Boomerang Consignment SALE'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8293115916135760378</id><published>2008-07-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:21:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Root Clip</title><content type='html'>My Friends from our Life Group are in the following video &lt;a href="http://rootclip.com/clips/good-luck/6/a-hero-is-born/"&gt;http://rootclip.com/clips/good-luck/6/a-hero-is-born/&lt;/a&gt;. Please take the 2 minutes to watch their clip and if you agree with me that THEY ARE AWESOME please vote for them. Their clip is called A HERO IS BORN. If my friends win this round they will win a trip to the Film Festival where their clip will be shown on the BIG SCREEN. They will also get to meet Michael Moore. This is really BIG for them please watch their clip - I know you will be glad you did!  MANY THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8293115916135760378?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8293115916135760378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8293115916135760378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8293115916135760378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8293115916135760378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/root-clip.html' title='Root Clip'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-234617660058998410</id><published>2008-07-03T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:33:58.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED WASHING??</title><content type='html'>I received this email from a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this&lt;br /&gt;beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in 'Mom let's run through the rain,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?' Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lets run through the rain!' She repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,' Mom replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young child waited about another minute and repeated: 'Mom, let's run through the rain,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We'll get soaked if we do,' Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning,' the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God&lt;br /&gt;can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all&lt;br /&gt;stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh&lt;br /&gt;it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,' Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-234617660058998410?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/234617660058998410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=234617660058998410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/234617660058998410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/234617660058998410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/need-washing.html' title='NEED WASHING??'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4364510608301584488</id><published>2008-07-02T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:22:58.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Mallow Parfait</title><content type='html'>I'm reading this book by Nicole Johnson. It's called Fresh Brewed Life and in it I found this receipe for Coffee Mallow Parfait. Sounds so yummy, I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you'l need:&lt;br /&gt;24 regular-size marshmallows (about 3 cups)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup double-strenth coffee&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chocolate cookie crumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you'll need to do:&lt;br /&gt;In a medium saucepan combine the marshmallows and the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Cook and stir over medium heat until the marshmallows melt.&lt;br /&gt;Chill until partially set.&lt;br /&gt;Fold the whipped cream into the marshmallow mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Chill again until partially reset.&lt;br /&gt;In parfait glass, start with coffee/mallow mixture and layer the mixture with the cookie crumbs so that there are at least three layers of cookie crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;Top with the coffee/mallow mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Chill again till serving.&lt;br /&gt;Just before serving, add a dollop of whipped cream. Garnish, if desired with a drizzle of Torani Mint or chocolate syrup, and top with a large chocolate shave or an Andes Mint Cansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4364510608301584488?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4364510608301584488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4364510608301584488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4364510608301584488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4364510608301584488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-mallow-parfait.html' title='Coffee Mallow Parfait'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5699768702897892188</id><published>2008-07-01T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:03:50.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutco</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Cutco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a company that employs college students and allows them to earn $$ while in school. A friend of ours has a son selling this product. He gets credit just for showing the merchandise even if you do not buy anything. Of course he gets more credit and money if you do but there is NO obligation. The demonstration takes less than and hour and its even entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reply to this post if you would you consider opening your home for him and help earn some credit for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-5699768702897892188?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5699768702897892188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5699768702897892188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5699768702897892188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5699768702897892188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/cutco.html' title='Cutco'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-4595434756025611307</id><published>2008-07-01T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:58:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Moms</title><content type='html'>Mean Moms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I loved you enough . .. . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the most difficult battles of all I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your Mom mean? I know mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too. Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less. We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough! Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16. Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shop lifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES THE WORLD NEED MORE MEAN MOMS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-4595434756025611307?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4595434756025611307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=4595434756025611307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4595434756025611307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/4595434756025611307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/07/mean-moms.html' title='Mean Moms'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-7006637541206686423</id><published>2008-06-30T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:09:31.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Origami</title><content type='html'>One of my dear friends bought Sadie an Origami kit for her birthday. Sadie LOVED this gift from the moment she opened it and she couldn’t wait to begin making her beautiful creations. Well...might I just say Origami is for brain surgeons and above ONLY. Really, this project had me beside myself. Even with a the best of instruction booklet and the fantastic illustrated directions I could not make ONE piece of art. So what did I do you ask? I did what every good mom does...I delegated to Nana. :-). The two of them will tackle this project all by themselves later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me, has there been a time when a child’s toy has left you feeling completely incompetent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-7006637541206686423?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7006637541206686423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=7006637541206686423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7006637541206686423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/7006637541206686423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/06/origami.html' title='Origami'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8350755837362280272</id><published>2008-06-29T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T05:50:27.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of enouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We JUST put in a pool - I mean literally just put in a pool - the kids swam for the first time last night - and already my sliding glass doors are covered with fingerprints. Well, this morning while sipping my hot coffee I read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They will be gone before you know it. The fingerprints on the wall will appear higher and higher, and then suddenly they will disappear". Dorothy Evslin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was enough to keep my grounded. I want to savor this summer and these first memories of having a pool. There will be plenty of time to wash the windows when my kids are grown and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged and enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8350755837362280272?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8350755837362280272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8350755837362280272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8350755837362280272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8350755837362280272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-of-enouragement.html' title='A word of enouragement'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-8591363414583084449</id><published>2008-06-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:46:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee has been my "comfort food" for as long as I can remember. I love the way coffee smells. I love the way coffee tastes but most importantly I love the fellowship that surrounds coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I created this blog in an effort to come together with friends, have a cup of coffee and openly share our hopes, our dreams and our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place for you to be encouraged and to encourage others as we embrace the journey of life through parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happily married (14 years) to the love of my life. We have 3 amazing kids. 2 we adopted from Russia in 2004 and 1 we adopted domestically in 2006. Life in our home is busy, noisy, messy, fun and full of love. We love the Lord, we love life and we love sharing what the Lord has done in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invite you on this journey with us and pray your time here will be blessing filled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you join me for a cup of coffee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608718736307797721-8591363414583084449?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8591363414583084449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=8591363414583084449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8591363414583084449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/8591363414583084449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome_27.html' title='WELCOME!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608718736307797721.post-5947026176811005299</id><published>2008-06-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:53:12.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SGVKaiXulfI/AAAAAAAAALg/boplXzSooDI/s1600-h/coffeeGoodmorning.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216657563141969394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SGVKaiXulfI/AAAAAAAAALg/boplXzSooDI/s320/coffeeGoodmorning.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2608718736307797721-5947026176811005299?l=coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5947026176811005299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608718736307797721&amp;postID=5947026176811005299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5947026176811005299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608718736307797721/posts/default/5947026176811005299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeetalk-jen.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348702229306329145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/TA1pqkKmAEI/AAAAAAAACrM/ca_T6a-uhEc/S220/jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cx_rrb8yrcw/SGVKaiXulfI/AAAAAAAAALg/boplXzSooDI/s72-c/coffeeGoodmorning.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
