<?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-8853358638617242411</id><updated>2011-12-23T01:37:22.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Yourself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2042680886323873361</id><published>2010-04-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:14:37.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite a year later!</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone...so don't delete me if you haven't already. It has been a crazy year and my life has been occupied by three things: family, school, and work. When I say occupied....I mean literally. I haven't done too much more since then besides get pregnant, but that took all but a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am waiting for my school group to get their pieces to me for our thesis, which I have to say that attempting to write a thesis as a team is horrible...I thought I would state a few things that have happened in the last 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pregnant....with a girl....due July 1st.&lt;br /&gt;2) Finishing up my masters/administration credential program.&lt;br /&gt;3) Had two family reunions last summer- one from each side.&lt;br /&gt;4) Mitch is finishing his teaching credential.&lt;br /&gt;5) Still have the same job.&lt;br /&gt;6) Beginning to apply for southern california jobs...if they are out there.&lt;br /&gt;7) planning a cruise in a year.&lt;br /&gt;8) Kids are one year older...and so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;9) Celebrating Mitch's grandma's 90th birthday&lt;br /&gt;10) Saw my little brother and his wife twice in one year.&lt;br /&gt;11) Yankees and Lakers won the their championships in the same year. Priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2042680886323873361?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2042680886323873361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2042680886323873361' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2042680886323873361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2042680886323873361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-quite-year-later.html' title='Not quite a year later!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3416588228624375416</id><published>2009-05-26T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:46:46.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success in California to Uphold Prop. 8</title><content type='html'>I am proud of the justice that was exemplified today. The voice of the people was upheld by the 7 justices.  I know the world was waiting to hear the verdict of Prop. 8 and now the world knows that although California may have many other issues....we do NOT recognize same-sex marriage.&lt;br /&gt;The ruling wasn't a total success with the 18,000 same-sex marraiges recognized but it is no longer legal, which I am sure will cause more confusion within the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I discuss the issue more and more it comes down to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes on Prop. 8- people who believe that gay and lesbians are NOT born like that.&lt;br /&gt;No on Prop. 8- people who beileve that gay and lesbians ARE born like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, EVERYONE in California has the right to marriage.... it just depends on their choice. I am happy to be from California and not from Iowa, Vermont, Conneticut, Massachusettes or any other state that is in favor of same-sex marraige.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3416588228624375416?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3416588228624375416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3416588228624375416' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3416588228624375416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3416588228624375416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/05/success-in-california-to-uphold-prop-8.html' title='Success in California to Uphold Prop. 8'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2644826317193516608</id><published>2009-04-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:15:56.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Derek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SfpZ8QUQZPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1-i_HL8-xd8/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672000653354226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SfpZ8QUQZPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1-i_HL8-xd8/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week Derek had minor surgery and he was great! Here he is in his hospital gown getting ready to go into surgery. He was all smiles...well, until after the surgery when he woke up. But overall, he was a brave little guy. Everything went really well and the recovery has been extremely smooth. He was up and jumping around within a couple of hours after we got home. It seemed to be pretty easy for him. It was probaly hardest on me. Yes, I was being as strong as possible but nobody likes to see their child have to go through any kind of surgery, even if it is minor.&lt;br /&gt;Derek is doing great and back to his talkative, dancing self. We love our brave Derek!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2644826317193516608?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2644826317193516608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2644826317193516608' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2644826317193516608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2644826317193516608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/04/brave-derek.html' title='Brave Derek'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SfpZ8QUQZPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1-i_HL8-xd8/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-5554828810982796424</id><published>2009-04-27T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:39:56.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl's Thumb</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted anything of Taylor for a little while. She is now 4 months old and doing very well. She sleeps really well during the day and night and is now up to eating about 5 ounces per feeding. She has rolled over, which was so much fun to see and has great eye hand coordination like her brother. She is not nearly as talkative as her brother but is developing just as fast as he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, one difference is that she has found her thumb!!! I know there are pros and cons with this but I couldn't resist taking this picture of her today taking a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is our little angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SfYl7TOWXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9Ubbmeav4Eg/s1600-h/Taylor+with+thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329488909742530002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SfYl7TOWXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9Ubbmeav4Eg/s320/Taylor+with+thumb.jpg" 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/8853358638617242411-5554828810982796424?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5554828810982796424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=5554828810982796424' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5554828810982796424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5554828810982796424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-girls-thumb.html' title='Baby Girl&apos;s Thumb'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SfYl7TOWXdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9Ubbmeav4Eg/s72-c/Taylor+with+thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-6086887763918472787</id><published>2009-03-13T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:06:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my little bro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/Sbq8r-k2McI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6EnL3U1FL2Y/s1600-h/Larsen+BLog+HEader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312766174154863042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/Sbq8r-k2McI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6EnL3U1FL2Y/s320/Larsen+BLog+HEader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little brother is turning 28 this year!!! I still think of him as a 10 year old kid. I probably talke to him like a 10 year old kid too sometimes. But he is a special guy who now lives across the country so we don't get a chance to see him as often as I would like. I always thought that he would be around to watch my kids grow and I am hoping he will be in a few years. He is married to a wonderful girl whom we all love. They are the cutest little couple. Happy Birthday little bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-6086887763918472787?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6086887763918472787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=6086887763918472787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/6086887763918472787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/6086887763918472787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-my-little-bro.html' title='Happy Birthday to my little bro.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/Sbq8r-k2McI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6EnL3U1FL2Y/s72-c/Larsen+BLog+HEader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-8976438857477055300</id><published>2009-02-23T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:12:48.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with Two</title><content type='html'>It has now been 10 weeks since we have been&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SaLlKGQDrVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OMvPh_uMMY8/s1600-h/IMG_5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306055272635280722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SaLlKGQDrVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OMvPh_uMMY8/s320/IMG_5500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed with our second child. I have to say that having two is easier than I had anticipated. I have been told from many women (and men) their opinion of which number gets to be the hardest to handle, which always seems to end up being #2 or #3. This doesn't necessarily mean the actual child is difficult but just the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I was ready for two to be extremely difficult, however, we seem to be doing really well. Of course I have my "crazy days" but overall two has been wonderful. Perhaps 3 will be our hardest amount to handle. I have heard that after 3, it is all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-8976438857477055300?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8976438857477055300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=8976438857477055300' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/8976438857477055300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/8976438857477055300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-with-two.html' title='Life with Two'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SaLlKGQDrVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OMvPh_uMMY8/s72-c/IMG_5500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2054590746606058538</id><published>2009-02-17T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:03:13.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a flower girl but.....</title><content type='html'>For Valentines my husband gave me flowers for the first time since we have been married. I am usually not a flower girl but they were beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsJcApXAfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5cqxfdEHDoM/s1600-h/IMG_5374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843362973352434" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsJcApXAfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5cqxfdEHDoM/s320/IMG_5374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsH4WQl2XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D8gOsHkwZcM/s1600-h/IMG_5373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303841650788129138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsH4WQl2XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D8gOsHkwZcM/s320/IMG_5373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 36 roses all for me. I think every girl enjoys receiving flowers every now and then. He also gave me a box of chocolates from SEE's candy. I really only like two kinds of candy and the box had only those two kinds. They were delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsJOdHqLXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G6NdO84kmsE/s1600-h/IMG_5376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303843130098462066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsJOdHqLXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G6NdO84kmsE/s320/IMG_5376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my husband could get me flowers a little more often then I let on and chocolate is always nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8853358638617242411-2054590746606058538?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2054590746606058538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2054590746606058538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2054590746606058538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2054590746606058538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-not-flower-girl-but.html' title='I am not a flower girl but.....'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SZsJcApXAfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5cqxfdEHDoM/s72-c/IMG_5374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2245488305761984055</id><published>2009-01-29T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:53:33.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH7FYGeayI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JmIbsAq1uwE/s1600-h/IMG_5294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296790706551941922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH7FYGeayI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JmIbsAq1uwE/s320/IMG_5294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't help but post a blog about how fun it is to have kids. My kids are a blast. Derek is at such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a fun age. Here he has just finished a bath and is wrapped up in his CARS towel. He is truly a happy little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791056526851826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH7Zv2_vvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/axsfqI4iHeY/s320/IMG_5289.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He is a wonderful big brother. He gives Taylor kisses and hugs and knows to be very gentle. He is an eager little helper as well.  When Taylor cries, he helps mommy put a pacifier back into her mouth over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791594668348130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH75El7UuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KBTs703qZrQ/s320/Taylor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791208666080114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH7imn0I3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/VtHzKXlUUNc/s320/Taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Taylor is the sweetest little baby. She can smile now which always brings such joy to in our home. She is already smiling and making her little cooing noises. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH4bjRZQUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xp4C3XImA8Y/s1600-h/Taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so grateful to have children. I know many of us take advantage of the opportunity to physically have our own children and sometimes even complain about the sleepy nights or difficult days, but children bring happiness and laughter into the home which is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2245488305761984055?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2245488305761984055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2245488305761984055' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2245488305761984055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2245488305761984055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful-for-kids.html' title='Thankful for kids'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SYH7FYGeayI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JmIbsAq1uwE/s72-c/IMG_5294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2558809175014187939</id><published>2009-01-21T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:36:49.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breastmilk anyone????</title><content type='html'>It has been a little over a month and my freezer is stashed with breastmilk. I actually had Mitch bring the little freezer out of storage since I ran out of room in our fridge/freezer. The amazing thing is that all Taylor eats is breastmilk...no formula yet. I am sure many of you (women) produce a lot of milk when nursing but this is getting crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293892878192310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SXevhkOfeeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yx91jnGic3Q/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually kind of hard to see how much milk is really there. You can kind of see from the picture below that there are a couple of rows on each shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293893811524294002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SXewX5KLVXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XEjDMcdy2Nw/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I plan on filling this freezer up since breastmilk is good for 3-4 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894421078307474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SXew7X7LcpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7U1E5rru9hE/s320/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I guess if there is a natural disaster in the next few months...we can live on breastmilk. I will update in another month and do a comparison. Perhaps I will have dried out by then since it seems like I am a healthy fountain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2558809175014187939?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2558809175014187939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2558809175014187939' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2558809175014187939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2558809175014187939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/01/breastmilk-anyone.html' title='Breastmilk anyone????'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SXevhkOfeeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yx91jnGic3Q/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3868257324006755491</id><published>2009-01-09T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:52:36.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SWfgJ9NjPTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7YN6FeuyMV4/s1600-h/Taylor+1+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289442749024779570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SWfgJ9NjPTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7YN6FeuyMV4/s320/Taylor+1+month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor is now a month old and ever so cute. She is the best baby...calm, quiet, patient....what more could I ever ask for! Derek is loving his little sister too. It is really cute to see how good he is with her. There are times we have to remind him to be "soft" but overall he is a great big brother. We are so happy to have a little princess in the home...even if she brings a lot of pink with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3868257324006755491?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3868257324006755491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3868257324006755491' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3868257324006755491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3868257324006755491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-month.html' title='1 month'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SWfgJ9NjPTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7YN6FeuyMV4/s72-c/Taylor+1+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3662411547945487130</id><published>2008-12-09T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:27:28.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>Well...I did it!!! No, I haven't had the baby yet, but I made it through my final, which was last night. That was the one thing that I was a little nervous about. I wasn't sure if I was going to have to bail on my group presentation and make it up somehow after I had the baby. Taylor has been great staying in my stomach BUT now....she can surely come out anytime. I am definitely feeling the last days of pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3662411547945487130?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3662411547945487130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3662411547945487130' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3662411547945487130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3662411547945487130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-1707992757417352207</id><published>2008-11-04T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:14:06.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Persecution in California and even Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>There is a commercial that is suppose to be coming out today depicting LDS missionaries as "marraige police" that invade a lesbian couples home and rip up their marriage license. I have to say that there have been many incidents, especially in the past couple of weeks that make me believe that many people voting NO on Prop. 8 are vicious. I am not saying that all are, but after my sister experiencing some very hatred responses from her so called "friends" for explaining her position on Prop. 8, No voters cussing at small children and calling them "bigots," over the top attacks on the Mormon church that has never changed or hidden their position on the matter, family members that refuse to visit or speak to you, and threats coming from articles and emails makes me sad for them to feel so desperate.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud that I am a Mormon and that I have not responded in any such matter even though I am passionate about Prop. 8 and the affects it will have on my children, my church, the schools (since I am in the education system...and yes it will be in education),  and my family. I am proud that my church has taken a stand on the issue to fight something that is completely against our faith. I am proud that we have not stooped so low as many others have and calmly fought against the cause without any type of persecution towards others. I am proud for the many members of the church in California that have fought so hard for the rights of marriage.  Those voting No on Prop. 8 have a choice to do so, just like I do. I am not going to harrass them, to tell them they are awful, to persecute them in any matter. I am going to vote Yes on Prop. 8 and treat them as they should be treated.... as friends. But I would like to know, will they do the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-1707992757417352207?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1707992757417352207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=1707992757417352207' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/1707992757417352207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/1707992757417352207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/11/mormon-persecution-in-california-and.html' title='Mormon Persecution in California and even Salt Lake'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-5129733366696864910</id><published>2008-10-28T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:37:55.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six weeks to go</title><content type='html'>I am very anxious to only have about 6 weeks left in this pregnancy. I can't wait to be done!!! Someone told me that the second is harder to get through since you already know what to expect. I have to say that there probably is some truth in that but this one has still been pretty different than the first.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things to do before this baby comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)VOTE&lt;br /&gt;2) Christmas shopping that will have to be done in Nov.&lt;br /&gt;3) Christmas decorations that will be put up before Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;4) Wrap up work&lt;br /&gt;5) Wrap up school for the semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it has been a crazy couple of months... we are excited for the many things that we will be blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON a political side:&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone in California Votes Yes on Prop. 8 in a week!!! Don't allow them to take away our parental rights so that they can have additional rights. Just remember....THIS IS NOT A CIVIL RIGHTS ISSUE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-5129733366696864910?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5129733366696864910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=5129733366696864910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5129733366696864910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5129733366696864910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-weeks-to-go.html' title='Six weeks to go'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-5503122799308617806</id><published>2008-09-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:35:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Prop. 8 fails?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SNkZeL5MpGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sAktBdTqZdc/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249254847056487522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SNkZeL5MpGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sAktBdTqZdc/s320/marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What if Prop. 8 Fails?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because California has no residency law, it will be exporting its same-sex marriages to the entire nation. No matter where you live, you may find yourself dealing with these consequences listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Labor Day behind us and kids back in school, California voters are beginning to ask deeper questions about Proposition 8 and wondering what will happen if same-sex marriage is permanently legalized. The answers are unsettling. Consider these consequences if Prop 8 fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Children in public schools will have to be taught that same-sex marriage is just as good as traditional marriage . The California Education Code (§51890) already requires that health education classes instruct children about marriage. Therefore, unless Proposition 8 passes, children will be taught that marriage is a relation between any two adults regardless of gender. There will be serious clashes between the secular school system and the right of parents to teach their children their own values and beliefs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It will lead to more government intrusion into private lives . A photographer in Albuquerque refused to photograph a lesbian couple's civil union ceremony. The New Mexico Human Rights Commission fined the photographer $6000 even though there were other photographers willing to accept the business. And this in a state where same-sex marriage is still illegal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It will lead to speech monitors. An employee at the City of Oakland was threatened with termination for using the terms “natural family, marriage and family values” while discussing a public issue with co-workers. The Ninth Circuit Court of Appeal backed up the district court saying administrative efficiency in a government office is more important than free speech. Today it's municipal employees; tomorrow … who? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anti-discrimination regulations will become more important than religious beliefs. In Vista, California, a lesbian couple sued a doctor who refused to perform a requested artificial insemination because of the doctor's religious beliefs. Although another doctor offered to do the procedure, the California Supreme Court held unanimously that the “1 st Amendment's right to the free exercise of religion does not exempt defendant physicians here from conforming their conduct to the … antidiscrimination requirements.” An elective procedure, no emergency involved, another doctor willing to do the procedure. Anti-bias laws will outweigh religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Churches will be sued over their tax-exempt status if they refuse to allow same-sex marriage ceremonies in their religious buildings open to the public. While pastors, priests, ministers, bishops, and rabbis may not be forced to conduct such marriages themselves, they will be required to allow such marriages in their chapels and sanctuaries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Religious adoption agencies will be challenged by government to give up their long-held right to place children only in homes with both a mother and a father. Catholic Charities in Boston has already closed its doors because of the legalization of same-sex marriage in Massachusetts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Religions that sponsor private schools with married-student housing will be required to provide housing for same-sex couples, even if counter to church doctrine, or risk lawsuits over tax exemptions and related benefits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ministers who preach against same-sex marriages will be sued for hate speech and could be fined by the government. It has already happened in Canada, one of six countries that have legalized gay marriage. If a government agency such as the Alberta Human Rights Commission can stop a minister from teaching his church's doctrine about marriage, then it won't be long before everyone's free speech rights will be in jeopardy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It will cost everyone more money. This change in the definition of marriage will bring a cascade of lawsuits, including some already decided adversely. Even if courts eventually find in favor of a defender of traditional marriage (highly improbable given today's activist judges), think of the money – your money, your church contributions – that will be spent on legal battles.&lt;br /&gt;Think of a world where Human Rights Commissions – unelected bureaucrats with unfettered authority – are judge, jury, and executioner of anything they feel is antagonistic speech toward same-sex marriage and its practitioners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a world where the judicial system relegates long-held religious beliefs to second-class importance behind anti-bias laws and a newly discovered protected class of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a world where the public school system is required to teach values and beliefs to your children that may conflict with your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the very real threat to your parental rights, your free speech, your freedom of religion.&lt;br /&gt;And think of all the unintended consequences that we cannot even foresee at this time. Where will it end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your children, your grandchildren, your money, and your freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;Lets work together to protect them. &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/8853358638617242411-5503122799308617806?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5503122799308617806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=5503122799308617806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5503122799308617806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5503122799308617806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-prop-8-fails.html' title='What if Prop. 8 fails?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SNkZeL5MpGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sAktBdTqZdc/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2384302521701168720</id><published>2008-09-08T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:47:56.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Crazy Life!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we have officially started our next three years of craziness. If you weren't aware, I have started a Masters Program, which is a 2 year program to get my masters and administrative credential. I am still working full time at the district office (although it is more flexible than being in the classroom), I am still den leader of 14 eight year olds, and I am due December 12 with our second child, not to mention during finals.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you think that is busy, Mitch is equally busy. He is taking a few classes at SJSU to prepare to possibly go into teaching next year (a major career change). He is also still working full time at HP, tutoring after work between days he doesn't have class, and serving in the Elders Quorum Presidency. Of course we still have Derek to take care of and spend quality time with, visiting and home teaching, managing apartments, and of course house cleaning some time in there.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many people out there with busier schedules then ours, and my hat goes off to them. Some of you may be wondering why we are doing all of this and the simple answer is that we have a plan! It is going to be a lot of hard work for the next little bit, but we do have a plan!!!! Didn't someone say that a little work never hurt anyone???? So my point to this is that if we don't get a chance to visit, call, or email immediately, don't take it out on us. We are trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2384302521701168720?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2384302521701168720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2384302521701168720' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2384302521701168720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2384302521701168720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-new-crazy-life.html' title='Our New Crazy Life!!!!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3177202620718949735</id><published>2008-08-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:25:57.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success in the Bathroom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SLOTuJMOLbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rfJXapygFdw/s1600-h/potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238693212512464306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SLOTuJMOLbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rfJXapygFdw/s320/potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch and I were very excited yesterday to find our little 1 year old (almost 2) go to the restroom in his potty instead of his diaper. He now knows how to take his diaper off and can tell us when he needs to go, as long as we are constantly asking. He went about three times in the morning. We were very proud of him and made sure we made a big deal out of it. I think I am going to have to go invest in some stickers and call them "potty stickers" for each time he goes. It was a fun morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3177202620718949735?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3177202620718949735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3177202620718949735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3177202620718949735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3177202620718949735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/08/success-in-bathroom.html' title='Success in the Bathroom!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SLOTuJMOLbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rfJXapygFdw/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3835334360762478451</id><published>2008-07-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:01:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our baby girl!</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know, after reading Mitch's blog, we are happy to say that we are expecting a baby girl in December. I am excited to have a little girl coming to our family. It will be so much fun for Derek and us! I think Mitch was a little disappointed when he initially heard the news, but he quickly go over it within about a half hour. He was excitedly telling his family. Now I have an excuse to buy lots of baby girl clothes!!! I already enjoyed  buying boy clothes but girl clothes are going to be even more fun....and yes, Stephanie.....I know how to do hair. Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3835334360762478451?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3835334360762478451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3835334360762478451' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3835334360762478451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3835334360762478451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-baby-girl.html' title='Our baby girl!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2942615253228824034</id><published>2008-06-28T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:55:36.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is your favorite team?</title><content type='html'>Ladies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to vent for a few minutes. I posted a blog about the Lakers and Celtics and I told Mitch that I bet I only get 1 comment. I actually recieved the comment from my own husband, which I didn't expect. The person I expected to respond, didn't say anything. I know not too many girls are into sports, but COME ON!!!! It's the LAKERS AND CELTICS!!! That is history!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I am not the only one out there that enjoys watching sports and has a favorite team. How many of you have a favorite team? And that doesn't mean that you know one player or that you like the colors...or that you like their mascot. Favorite means you follow the team!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Lauren for following the series at least a little)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2942615253228824034?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2942615253228824034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2942615253228824034' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2942615253228824034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2942615253228824034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-is-your-favorite-team.html' title='Who is your favorite team?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-5541562111416548715</id><published>2008-06-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:05:53.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakers vs. Celtics</title><content type='html'>It is finally here! We have watched every game in the West. Savored every minute of victory. And now, with ease, the Lakers have trampled their way to the Finals. We are reminded of the last time the Los Angeles Lakers and the Boston Celtics faced each other 21 years ago. Lakers are prepared not to allow that to happen again! This is an exciting June for the NBA. The rivals are back!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Of course, we are rooting for L.A. all the way. The first game begins tomorrow, June 5th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SEblOGu486I/AAAAAAAAAEI/o49luHMZaRo/s1600-h/LakersvsCeltics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208102049588769698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SEblOGu486I/AAAAAAAAAEI/o49luHMZaRo/s320/LakersvsCeltics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*FYI: If the Lakers win the Championship, and the U.S. wins gold at the olympics in men's basketball, Kobe Bryant will be the second person to have won MVP, NBA Championship, and a gold medal all in the same year. The only other person to have ever done the same is the great Michael Jordan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-5541562111416548715?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5541562111416548715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=5541562111416548715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5541562111416548715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5541562111416548715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/06/lakers-vs-celtics.html' title='Lakers vs. Celtics'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SEblOGu486I/AAAAAAAAAEI/o49luHMZaRo/s72-c/LakersvsCeltics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-1889923402577043380</id><published>2008-05-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:46:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Husband!</title><content type='html'>I have to say that the past 5 weeks for my husband have been very difficult. I have barely done anything around our place since I haven't been feeling well. However, luckily my husband has taken over...and done a perfect job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you some of the things he has done:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry (wash and fold several times)&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacuum (several times)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dishes (over and over)&lt;br /&gt;4. Dinner for Derek (almost every night)&lt;br /&gt;5. Picking up toys, books, shoes, etc. (every day)&lt;br /&gt;6. Rearranged our living room (without any help)&lt;br /&gt;7. Changed tons of poopy diapers (so I wouldn't have to smell them)&lt;br /&gt;8. Gets up with Derek EVERY night (when Derek wakes up)&lt;br /&gt;9. Goes to the store whenever I want something&lt;br /&gt;10. Keeps up with everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are those the physical things he does around our place and for our son, but I have to say that I appreciate his understanding for how I feel. There are times I appear to feel better, but I  still haven't lost the nauseated feeling and Mitch seems to understand. He doesn't say anything when all I can do is lay on the couch and attempt to focus on not throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;He has never said anything about dishes, the bathroom, laundry, or anything else. Instead, he simply takes it upon himself and gets done what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so appreciative of my husband and all that he does for me, especially during the "awful sick times" in the first trimester. It would really be awful to have someone bugging me about house work when I feel nauseated all day. He tries to make life as comfortable as possible for me and I love him for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-1889923402577043380?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1889923402577043380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=1889923402577043380' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/1889923402577043380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/1889923402577043380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-wonderful-husband.html' title='My Wonderful Husband!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-9102356292344250225</id><published>2008-05-13T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:01:56.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who do not know, we are expecting our second child in December. It has been a long 3 1/2 weeks of being sick, and I still anticipate several weeks more, but we are very excited!&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say to those women who do not get sick during your pregnancies, I wish I were you. I think I am going to have to wait a while before I decide to try for a third.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-9102356292344250225?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/9102356292344250225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=9102356292344250225' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/9102356292344250225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/9102356292344250225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-pregnant.html' title='We&apos;re Pregnant!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-170081690896596793</id><published>2008-04-16T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:31:07.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poppy Fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAZ2VzWPZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0sVN1fZFlKk/s1600-h/IMG_3285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189965737523898274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAZ2VzWPZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0sVN1fZFlKk/s320/IMG_3285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully you are aware of the poppy being the California state flower. If not, don't admit it. That is something everyone should know that lives in California. Especially if you grew up here. Anyway, I had to post a picture of the poppy fields that are about 15 minutes away from our land. It is beautiful in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAZ3OjWPZ7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sU2U8ur0HZw/s1600-h/IMG_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189966712481474482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAZ3OjWPZ7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/sU2U8ur0HZw/s320/IMG_3310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-170081690896596793?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/170081690896596793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=170081690896596793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/170081690896596793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/170081690896596793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/04/poppey-fields.html' title='The Poppy Fields'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAZ2VzWPZ6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0sVN1fZFlKk/s72-c/IMG_3285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-8833493113694736140</id><published>2008-04-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:31:35.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derek and Barney</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Mitch and I went to So. Cal for Spring Break. Barney happened to be down there in Torrance for his 20th anniversary, so we took Derek to see him. Now if you are not aware, Derek LOVES Barney so he was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200202553059202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAO-FzWPZ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/AaRzMHmAWuI/s320/IMG_3259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would have been thrilled just to see the Barney bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAO-uTWPZ5I/AAAAAAAAADw/V6CEQ_H0AZM/s1600-h/IMG_3244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189200898337761170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAO-uTWPZ5I/AAAAAAAAADw/V6CEQ_H0AZM/s320/IMG_3244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun time to see our little guy so excited!&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/8853358638617242411-8833493113694736140?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8833493113694736140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=8833493113694736140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/8833493113694736140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/8833493113694736140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/04/derek-and-barney.html' title='Derek and Barney'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/SAO-FzWPZ4I/AAAAAAAAADo/AaRzMHmAWuI/s72-c/IMG_3259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3698874855770439295</id><published>2008-04-03T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:24:16.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of Grandma Larsen</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who knew my grandma Larsen, she passed away this morning. She broke her hip last summer and continued down hill from there. Our family has accepted her passing and we are happy that she is free from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R_USKwhJxpI/AAAAAAAAADg/GoUaA73DB8E/s1600-h/grandmajillderek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185070522018940562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R_USKwhJxpI/AAAAAAAAADg/GoUaA73DB8E/s320/grandmajillderek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those friends of mine who had the opporutnity to meet this fine lady, she always liked all of you. She was very impressed with people. If she could, she would say, "See you later, dears."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3698874855770439295?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3698874855770439295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3698874855770439295' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3698874855770439295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3698874855770439295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/04/loss-of-grandma-larsen.html' title='Loss of Grandma Larsen'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R_USKwhJxpI/AAAAAAAAADg/GoUaA73DB8E/s72-c/grandmajillderek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2306570854758270213</id><published>2008-03-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:40:46.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocky husband!</title><content type='html'>My husband recently challenged me to try and beat him in 10 different sports. We haven't actually picked the sports, but he is cocky enough to believe that he can beat me in everything. He came home today and read my comment I left on his blog about his challenge and then acted like I would not be a challenge what so ever at anything. He was especially cocky about one-on-one basketball. Has he ever played with a team? NO. Does he know how? Barely. He just likes to throw his weight around and doesn't quite understand "fouling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of another time when Mitch and Tyler C. thought that they could beat my friend and I (Chari) in basketball when neither of them played in high school and I have to say, it is neither of their sports (saying it nicely). We never got a chance to play, but they think a little too highly of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes boys are too cocky and get themselves into situations where someone has to humiliate them in front of millions of other people in order for them to understand humility. And those people are confident girls (who rarely wear makeup) that can beat them at a few things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2306570854758270213?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2306570854758270213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2306570854758270213' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2306570854758270213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2306570854758270213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/03/cocky-husband.html' title='Cocky husband!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-6235871886600317380</id><published>2008-03-05T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:17:51.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are land owners!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we finally did it. We bought land. It is a great feeling to know that if something happens to our economy, we will always have our land to pitch a tiny little tent on. It is 2 1/2 acres in the beautiful desert in southern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R88a6WWKQgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NKeGVghhQWk/s1600-h/A_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174384086605251074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R88a6WWKQgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NKeGVghhQWk/s320/A_sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R88avGWKQfI/AAAAAAAAACs/sX4NPBgaF3s/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on begin building our custom home in about 1 1/2 -2 years. That will be a momentous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am currently saving up for 2 ATV's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-6235871886600317380?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6235871886600317380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=6235871886600317380' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/6235871886600317380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/6235871886600317380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-land-owners.html' title='We are land owners!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R88a6WWKQgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NKeGVghhQWk/s72-c/A_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2333200180286338836</id><published>2008-02-26T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:22:45.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken or not broken?</title><content type='html'>I have recently been told that &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; my wrists are warped. However, I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;I broke &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; wrist while snowboarding about 8 years ago. It didn't heal correctly.&lt;br /&gt;My "friends" and "husband" as they claim, say they can't tell which one was broken because they &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; look strange. See if you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it Picture A?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R8RVtdjNiOI/AAAAAAAAACM/kW0_gGrNJK4/s1600-h/IMG_3151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171352511642962146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R8RVtdjNiOI/AAAAAAAAACM/kW0_gGrNJK4/s320/IMG_3151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it picture B?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R8RXTtjNiRI/AAAAAAAAACc/SizpslE2ICQ/s1600-h/IMG_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171354268284586258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R8RXTtjNiRI/AAAAAAAAACc/SizpslE2ICQ/s320/IMG_3144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2333200180286338836?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2333200180286338836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2333200180286338836' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2333200180286338836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2333200180286338836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/02/broken-or-not-broken.html' title='Broken or not broken?'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R8RVtdjNiOI/AAAAAAAAACM/kW0_gGrNJK4/s72-c/IMG_3151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-1465332855791622904</id><published>2008-02-26T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:44:30.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Adventure</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I may have grown up already. I really don't want to be the responsible mother, wife, and full time worker all of the time. However, I know that I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;I look back at a few fun things I have done and wonder....what is my next adventure going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasailing?   Done.&lt;br /&gt;Riverrafting? Twice.&lt;br /&gt;Horse back riding? Did that too.&lt;br /&gt;Water skiing? Tried.&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding? Loved.- (a new blog will be coming about this one.)&lt;br /&gt;Went down a zip line in a jungle? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Repell down a waterfall? This too.&lt;br /&gt;Bunjee jump? Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;Skydived? Absolutely done.&lt;br /&gt;Cruise? Coming up in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about places.&lt;br /&gt;Left No. California? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Left California? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;Been across the country? For sure.&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii? A few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Argentina? I was a supportive wife.&lt;br /&gt;Australia? On my honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I haven't been everywhere or tried everything, but my question is.... what is something fun to do that I haven't already done, that doesn't threaten my life in any way (since I have a kid) and that my husband would enjoy doing with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ideas leave a comment and let me know. What are some fun things that you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-1465332855791622904?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1465332855791622904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=1465332855791622904' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/1465332855791622904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/1465332855791622904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/02/next-adventure.html' title='The Next Adventure'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-6251484714291153446</id><published>2008-02-04T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:55:35.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids like Isagenix???</title><content type='html'>If you are not familiar with Isagenix, it is a program to cleanse the body (Mitch has lost 40 pounds through this program and kept if off for almost a year now). One of the products are shakes. Now at first, I thought it didn't taste too hot, but now I think it tastes fine. But you know how picky kids are...they don't like anything. However, to my surprise, my little guy LOVES the shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcXAAMf4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jd1DfgDV-v0/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163197048011128706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcXAAMf4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jd1DfgDV-v0/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I make one in the morning, he comes and sits on my lap, waiting to get few gulps in. He ususally puts on his little charm until I give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcEAAMf3I/AAAAAAAAABw/992rl9hPvXk/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163196721593614194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcEAAMf3I/AAAAAAAAABw/992rl9hPvXk/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he gets his way...he downs that drink (the little that is left) like nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcywAMf5I/AAAAAAAAACA/WedVgN-wmcE/s1600-h/P1010054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163197524752498578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcywAMf5I/AAAAAAAAACA/WedVgN-wmcE/s320/P1010054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess kids like it too!!!&lt;br /&gt;(By the way- this is after he had breakfast)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-6251484714291153446?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6251484714291153446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=6251484714291153446' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/6251484714291153446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/6251484714291153446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/02/kids-like-isagenix.html' title='Kids like Isagenix???'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6dcXAAMf4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jd1DfgDV-v0/s72-c/P1010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-2427996484311971670</id><published>2008-01-31T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:15:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco in the Rain</title><content type='html'>What do you do when a friend comes out to visit from out of state and it is raining in San Francisco? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go to San Francisco!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IMwQAMfyI/AAAAAAAAABM/BpRaKPhRimI/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161702145989050146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IMwQAMfyI/AAAAAAAAABM/BpRaKPhRimI/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to get through small spaces with an open umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6INpAAMf0I/AAAAAAAAABY/YwGyVHXQAus/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161703120946626370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6INpAAMf0I/AAAAAAAAABY/YwGyVHXQAus/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized that feathers really do "work" for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IOEgAMf1I/AAAAAAAAABg/aAN9rPnRJHI/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161703593393028946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IOEgAMf1I/AAAAAAAAABg/aAN9rPnRJHI/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted to pose as Clint Eastwood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IOUQAMf2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Py90la_UMSg/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161703863975968610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IOUQAMf2I/AAAAAAAAABo/Py90la_UMSg/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and saw the gloomy alcatraz as it rained on our heads.&lt;br /&gt;See..San Francisco can be fun in the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-2427996484311971670?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2427996484311971670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=2427996484311971670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2427996484311971670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/2427996484311971670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/01/san-francisco-in-rain.html' title='San Francisco in the Rain'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R6IMwQAMfyI/AAAAAAAAABM/BpRaKPhRimI/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-7365893481485640287</id><published>2008-01-24T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:03:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romantic Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R5j-UwAMfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/im4XtkbZiGI/s1600-h/Fun+Picutres+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159153005589462802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R5j-UwAMfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/im4XtkbZiGI/s320/Fun+Picutres+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It took exaclty one week for my husband to find the blog about the romantic kiss. Unfortunately, I need my husband to look up the word 'romantic.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Romantic- Of or pertaining to romance; involving or resembling romance; hence, fanciful; marvelous; extravagant; unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, I do have to give him credit.  He has his romantic moments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-7365893481485640287?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7365893481485640287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=7365893481485640287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/7365893481485640287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/7365893481485640287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2008/01/romantic-kiss.html' title='The Romantic Kiss'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R5j-UwAMfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/im4XtkbZiGI/s72-c/Fun+Picutres+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-8863678774562289938</id><published>2007-12-31T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:03:32.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Caught!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R3k8u0F7tqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SQMHhjtw1vw/s1600-h/kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214423830050466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R3k8u0F7tqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SQMHhjtw1vw/s320/kiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is December 31st and I decided to check my blog...actually fix something. Anyway, I realized I had 4 posts. Being the curious person that I am (and not to mention that fact that it is my own blog) I checked. Laugingly, I read a post from one friend stating that she will go along with the secret and see how long it will take my husband to find out. Then...I read the next two comments and guess what....he knows. The funny thing is that he found out on Christmas Eve and hasn't said a word. Here it is an entire week later and he has kept it all to himself. I guess we need to work on our communication skills. Maybe that is why he didn't get me the GPS that I wanted for Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this next message is for him personally: Whenever you read this...come give me a nice romantice kiss!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will let everyone know how long it takes for this to happen. Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-8863678774562289938?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8863678774562289938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=8863678774562289938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/8863678774562289938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/8863678774562289938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-caught.html' title='Got Caught!'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R3k8u0F7tqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SQMHhjtw1vw/s72-c/kiss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3509530250829087557</id><published>2007-12-15T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:23:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2cdTUF7tmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2FToCDQ_JTg/s1600-h/closecall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145113316942394978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2cdTUF7tmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2FToCDQ_JTg/s320/closecall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I began this blog, I had a point in mind. I wanted to see how long it would take for anyone to find it. Since it seems like people can find your blog so easily, I thought I would see how easy it really is. So, two months went by and nothing. Therefore, I decided to send my blog to a choice few friends who are not bloggers, or at least do very little of it. As I sent the link, I was sure that nothing would happen and it didn't....until the text message.&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from a friend asking for some information. I told my friend that I didn't have it. After several text messages to her, mainly from my husband pretending to be me, her last text message almost gave my blog away. Yes, my husband does not know that I have a blog and I am sure he thinks that I am completely incapable of figuring one out. So, I really don't want him to know until he comes to someone's blog and finds my name as a 'friend'. He will be in utter shock!&lt;br /&gt;The close call was that my friend texted me with 'If you don't tell me the information, I will tell everyone about your blog'. Now, that is a dirty trick. I don't want my blog to be 'told', I want it to be surprisingly 'found'! Anyway, luckily my husband thought that she meant 'his' blog and I was able to brush it off like she didn't know what she was talking about. Close Call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3509530250829087557?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3509530250829087557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3509530250829087557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3509530250829087557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3509530250829087557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2007/12/close-call.html' title='Close Call'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2cdTUF7tmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2FToCDQ_JTg/s72-c/closecall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-5503881549413769813</id><published>2007-11-07T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:29:09.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick and more Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2ciWUF7toI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZY0MwiUEYus/s1600-h/sickchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145118866040141442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2ciWUF7toI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZY0MwiUEYus/s320/sickchild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the cold season!!! What do you do when a child has a cold and you can't fix it? You can't give medication and therefore, you suffer through the night comforting the child (it's not his/her fault) as well as the day. Some people stay home from work and others take a 1/2 day. Then to top it all off....you get the cold from either a child or someone else's child. Then the rounds start all over.&lt;br /&gt;But the worst is definitely watching the child suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-5503881549413769813?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5503881549413769813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=5503881549413769813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5503881549413769813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/5503881549413769813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-sick-and-more-sick.html' title='Sick Sick and more Sick'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2ciWUF7toI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZY0MwiUEYus/s72-c/sickchild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-7400972483079769081</id><published>2007-10-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:30:05.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Dr. Fix-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2cilEF7tpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j8wmAYYmBOQ/s1600-h/dr.phil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145119119443211922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2cilEF7tpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j8wmAYYmBOQ/s320/dr.phil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a couple weeks since my first posting, and I have still kept my blog quiet. In a way, that is really good. That means that people are either looking at other people's blogs that they know have blogs or else living their lives. Hopefully the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that some people post way too much personal information on their blogs. They must not realize that the entire world can read it! They put their personal lives on the web and blab all their personal problems, hoping to find Dr. Fix-it somewhere who will help them magically get rid of all their problems. And boy do they have problems. A lot of it is their choices... I have to say, I am so glad that I don't live 90% of the lives out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have run into several blogs, in trying to remember my own blog, and I have taken a couple of minutes, finding out who people are and what they post....nothing that I care about. I realized that their lives are so incredibly different from my own, it is difficult to really understand and relate to them. My choices have been very different from others, resulting in a much happier life. If anyone finds some blogs that are uplifting (random blogs) let me know. It would be refreshing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-7400972483079769081?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7400972483079769081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=7400972483079769081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/7400972483079769081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/7400972483079769081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-for-dr-fix-it.html' title='Looking for Dr. Fix-it'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yozQl49xJU/R2cilEF7tpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j8wmAYYmBOQ/s72-c/dr.phil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853358638617242411.post-3042754379844641404</id><published>2007-09-20T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:18:21.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHHHH DON'T TELL</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I decided to jump on the bandwagon and set up a blog. I can't promise anything wonderful since I am a full time employee as well as a mom of a year, not to mention a den leader for the wolf pack, but I will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think I would like something like this since I am an English teacher, but really when I think of writing all night and getting additcted, it turns me away from the blogging world. However, I am willing to give it a try and see how productive I feel at the end of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone finds this blog, please respond, but I am not going to say anything to anyone because I want to try a test. I want to see how long it takes for people to find me. So if you are reading this....great job! You are a true blogger. Now, get a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8853358638617242411-3042754379844641404?l=thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3042754379844641404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8853358638617242411&amp;postID=3042754379844641404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3042754379844641404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8853358638617242411/posts/default/3042754379844641404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofjilldabo.blogspot.com/2007/09/shhhh-dont-tell.html' title='SHHHH DON&apos;T TELL'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135134812080069832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
