<?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-1403831004320884700</id><updated>2011-12-31T15:45:24.775-08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Career'/><title type='text'>Musings of a Work in Progress...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2714456541082042339</id><published>2011-12-31T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:45:24.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blessed 2011</title><content type='html'>Where did this year go?  Really!?!?  I guess when you have a newborn at the beginning of the year (Fiona's birthday is February 1st- ahh!  How do I have an almost 1 year old?)time flies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about all that has happened and all that I'm thankful for, but I want to sum up our year in one word- BLESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had more activities, events, and transitions this year than in any other year of our marriage.  Life has not been a happy-go-lucky, kumbayah situation.  It's been messy, sleep-deprived, crazy, and simply not what we planned.  More than anything, I believe we have been blessed because God is pouring His grace on us and I am starting to understand my utter need for Him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my resolutions as I revisit this past year?  Lean into God even more.  Recognize that without Him, I can't do a single thing.  I look forward to how we can join God in what He's doing in 2012. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2714456541082042339?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2714456541082042339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2714456541082042339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2714456541082042339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2714456541082042339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/12/blessed-2011.html' title='A blessed 2011'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8533791195101797479</id><published>2011-10-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:00:09.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juju-- You're 2!</title><content type='html'>Juliette, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my beautiful, energetic, creative, amazing daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eb1APPPgVr8/TpDKnSCm30I/AAAAAAAAA_M/2XtxXNdN-gk/s1600/IMG_2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eb1APPPgVr8/TpDKnSCm30I/AAAAAAAAA_M/2XtxXNdN-gk/s200/IMG_2765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661247507811196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to this year, Jujubee.  We're going to have a blast.  Get ready for even more arts and crafts, outings, and silly dances and songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh5i95CF60Q/TpDLaFhaTLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/y-E07MGvw-w/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh5i95CF60Q/TpDLaFhaTLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/y-E07MGvw-w/s200/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661248380624063666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to have fun, talk to anyone, and run around without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnTHofKjXq0/TpDKcvkDCuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/-F3Dfw-ZvfA/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnTHofKjXq0/TpDKcvkDCuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/-F3Dfw-ZvfA/s200/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661247326757522146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO blessed that I get to be your mom.  You do so much for my soul.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIXrxaacXdQ/TpDKSM85mwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/W3TWFAWVOYo/s1600/IMG_8512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIXrxaacXdQ/TpDKSM85mwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/W3TWFAWVOYo/s200/IMG_8512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661247145667828482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you know God's deep love for you, little one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoEZHhzYolI/TpDJ_TJoUWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/mZRDdXBoSZI/s1600/IMG_7476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoEZHhzYolI/TpDJ_TJoUWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/mZRDdXBoSZI/s200/IMG_7476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661246820914319714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking our extravagantly gracious and purely good God to show you His love for you as you continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec22oh5HtBU/TpDKJsNloFI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Kk_x6n38-84/s1600/IMG_7377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec22oh5HtBU/TpDKJsNloFI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Kk_x6n38-84/s200/IMG_7377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661246999440498770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has dramatically changed since you came into this world- but only for the better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aoz-sIaxlgU/TpDJ0oHFgHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/of8Cda0cTs8/s1600/IMG_7055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aoz-sIaxlgU/TpDJ0oHFgHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/of8Cda0cTs8/s200/IMG_7055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661246637562232946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a real life example of God's grace, love, and work in my life.  I love you precious girl.  Happy 2nd Birthday!  I hope there are many more celebrations to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8533791195101797479?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8533791195101797479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8533791195101797479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8533791195101797479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8533791195101797479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/10/juju-youre-2.html' title='Juju-- You&apos;re 2!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eb1APPPgVr8/TpDKnSCm30I/AAAAAAAAA_M/2XtxXNdN-gk/s72-c/IMG_2765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8222755960103530672</id><published>2011-10-03T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:17:58.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Belle!</title><content type='html'>Belle, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is a gift.  A precious miracle.  Before you even came into this world, it was my prayer that you would know and experience the greatness of God.  God has used your amazing life to make His grace and love more real in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7gqgVc6_0Q/ToqTKjIC4LI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Q8iOQAKEtb0/s1600/IMG_4639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7gqgVc6_0Q/ToqTKjIC4LI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Q8iOQAKEtb0/s200/IMG_4639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659497691181408434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely remember life before you, and yet you've only been with us for 5 years. There has been lots of wonderful, happy, joyful memories.  There's also been a lot of pain, exhaustion, and very hard days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1bXxtqm1HQ/ToqTG-SG7cI/AAAAAAAAA-U/w1G85k2TLfc/s1600/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1bXxtqm1HQ/ToqTG-SG7cI/AAAAAAAAA-U/w1G85k2TLfc/s200/IMG_3210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659497629751897538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get ready to celebrate you... 5 years of life with Belle... I think about how I am privileged to be your mom. You are the most creative kid I know.  I love that about you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQztM_pBbBw/ToqTBpegEyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/hd5D_2Rkk94/s1600/IMG_3677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQztM_pBbBw/ToqTBpegEyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/hd5D_2Rkk94/s200/IMG_3677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659497538267386658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart swells as I reflect on the sweet memories we have together.  I love how you love to snuggle and that you can focus on projects for longer than developmentally appropriate, I think.  You remember the smallest details and you love to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmc98wvOc0/ToqS9ydtTaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4wMb-8BNI3g/s1600/IMG_6734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmc98wvOc0/ToqS9ydtTaI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4wMb-8BNI3g/s200/IMG_6734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659497471960501666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you continue to grow into who God made you to be, I have but one hope.  I hope that you see how big and marvelous God is, and that you really get that we can't do this life without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXXAyBZ6MDg/ToqSzVFsUWI/AAAAAAAAA98/sscZZAnE1fA/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXXAyBZ6MDg/ToqSzVFsUWI/AAAAAAAAA98/sscZZAnE1fA/s200/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659497292276453730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Belle.  I love you.  I look forward to celebrating you A LOT these next days... and hopefully, for many years to come.  You are so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je7HH7EZnB8/ToqSl8CpjII/AAAAAAAAA90/o6TsdNclwew/s1600/IMG_2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Je7HH7EZnB8/ToqSl8CpjII/AAAAAAAAA90/o6TsdNclwew/s200/IMG_2588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659497062214503554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8222755960103530672?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8222755960103530672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8222755960103530672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8222755960103530672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8222755960103530672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-5th-belle.html' title='Happy 5th Belle!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7gqgVc6_0Q/ToqTKjIC4LI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Q8iOQAKEtb0/s72-c/IMG_4639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3323673504496318009</id><published>2011-08-31T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:57:34.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;that I thought was so far away.  Belle Elizabeth Alana Perdue had her first day of Kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqdvm8XGEHY/Tl7_jvZFgyI/AAAAAAAAA9k/iRJFixFph3g/s1600/IMG_4124.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqdvm8XGEHY/Tl7_jvZFgyI/AAAAAAAAA9k/iRJFixFph3g/s200/IMG_4124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647231972251370274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't feel like too long ago, that I was waiting for our sweet daughter to join us. We had so many hopes and dreams for her.  Mostly, that she would know she is loved and that her life has a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trA__qWxvOw/Tl7_grn9PzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/OXVvLm0yHkU/s1600/IMG_4151.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trA__qWxvOw/Tl7_grn9PzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/OXVvLm0yHkU/s200/IMG_4151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647231919700393778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has never been the same since Belle came into this world.  Being new parents, rocked us to the core.  God has given Belle such a strong spirit, and we're glad for that.  Nevertheless, we were quickly aware of our desperate need for God with this little one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVLDFmX_eM/Tl7_dZH8ZRI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4RvRB7a51ek/s1600/IMG_5808.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVLDFmX_eM/Tl7_dZH8ZRI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4RvRB7a51ek/s200/IMG_5808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647231863194674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has never been short on smiles. Or words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7LKuNlbtI/Tl7_aDS0J7I/AAAAAAAAA9M/-ZSogMphJVQ/s1600/IMG_2891%2B%25282%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xX7LKuNlbtI/Tl7_aDS0J7I/AAAAAAAAA9M/-ZSogMphJVQ/s200/IMG_2891%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647231805795084210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her curiosity delights us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6DlRJfNJro/Tl7_W9WSoQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8_Ejrt2eN3s/s1600/IMG_4187.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6DlRJfNJro/Tl7_W9WSoQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8_Ejrt2eN3s/s200/IMG_4187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647231752659443970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will always be our warrior princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5q1Km79-Ls/Tl7-i14qWiI/AAAAAAAAA88/J9jIDLDH-l0/s1600/IMG_9640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1wp9AOEVz4/Tl7-YolefPI/AAAAAAAAA80/MhVjyZn-XY8/s200/IMG_6985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647230681934101746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5q1Km79-Ls/Tl7-i14qWiI/AAAAAAAAA88/J9jIDLDH-l0/s200/IMG_9640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647230857302923810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yIRAQ5yBQ/Tl7-OMoqMaI/AAAAAAAAA8s/LxeV1oDGkl0/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yIRAQ5yBQ/Tl7-OMoqMaI/AAAAAAAAA8s/LxeV1oDGkl0/s200/IMG_2519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647230502632567202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day that I sent my first daughter to Kindergarten.  I didn't cry.  I might later.  For now, I know this is exactly where she is supposed to be and I am thrilled to see her grow and thrive in this new environment. Jackson took the day off and we had an awesome time connecting with other parents and seeing Belle enjoy this new season. Belle had an amazing first day.  She didn't want to leave.  In fact, she wanted to go back when we got home (Kindergarten is 3 hours here in Fremont).  This marks a new season for our family.  Here we go!&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/1403831004320884700-3323673504496318009?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3323673504496318009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3323673504496318009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3323673504496318009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3323673504496318009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-day.html' title='Today was the day...'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqdvm8XGEHY/Tl7_jvZFgyI/AAAAAAAAA9k/iRJFixFph3g/s72-c/IMG_4124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3415159844691106784</id><published>2011-07-13T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:43:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabbering Juliette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHV-1chWI7I/Th4eSK5avoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/dIvkHyMjTCU/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHV-1chWI7I/Th4eSK5avoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/dIvkHyMjTCU/s200/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628969881771359874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwmFp9nMKRw/Th4eMjy9M7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/iAO8Tq2QrzI/s1600/IMG_2259-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwmFp9nMKRw/Th4eMjy9M7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/iAO8Tq2QrzI/s200/IMG_2259-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628969785375929266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so grateful I get to be Juliette's mom. Juliette (we usually call her "Juju", and that's how she refers to herself most times) is 21 months old going on 3, maybe 4.  She has such an amazing personality.  Here are a few of her most recent ramblings within the past couple of days.                                                                         &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "I drank my cup. (If you were at our table, you'd see a twinkle in her eye here).  I drank my BIG cup." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "That's my potty.  That's my shower. That's my tummy. That's my (insert pretty much any word here)..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Mommy, my tummy hurt you" (she has a tummy bug as of 3am this morning, this was announced some time in the late morning).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best for last...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's my wedding ring.  It's pretty".  (I let her 'borrow' my ring to distract her while changing her diaper today).  Oh goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3415159844691106784?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3415159844691106784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3415159844691106784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3415159844691106784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3415159844691106784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/07/jabbering-juliette.html' title='Jabbering Juliette'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHV-1chWI7I/Th4eSK5avoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/dIvkHyMjTCU/s72-c/IMG_2210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-5024982022450178702</id><published>2011-06-15T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:14:42.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle is going to school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Almost. It is still sinking in that our first born is heading to Kindergarten in a couple of months. She promoted from preschool today. We had a lot of partying today. Special breakfast. Promotion ceremony with family and friends in the audience. Belle's lunch of choice with some family to love on her and celebrate her promo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a moment to reflect on some significant things that have happened over the course of Belle's preschool experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She made some good friends. Belle has connected with other kiddos well and that's been neat to see. She also seemed to form friendships with kids whose parents I happened to really enjoy getting to know. Even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Belle did more art than I thought possible. Certainly more than she'd ever do at home with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. She learned more about character development this year. To honor Belle's privacy, I will not share details. There was a specific incidence this year where Belle didn't make a good choice. In fact, it was a bad choice. At her preschool, she learned how to correct that in a way we believe God would want her to handle it AND the teachers and staff at her preschool were super supportive and really helped facilitate character growth and showed Belle grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Last but not least, it was amazing to see Belle flourish and thrive in a learning environment outside of our home. We've received awesome feedback from her teachers and are so excited to watch and see how Belle Elizabeth Alana Perdue grows in her school years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfyliT2e37A/Tfl-g0QjbRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9Wm6t34XTYw/s1600/IMG_3788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfyliT2e37A/Tfl-g0QjbRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9Wm6t34XTYw/s200/IMG_3788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618661112370392338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Ms. Kathy- one of the wonderful teachers that helped our treasure grow more into the warrior princess she is destined to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nprU526jmc/Tfl-VGRGYFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-_ohuLoWWtc/s1600/IMG_3772.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nprU526jmc/Tfl-VGRGYFI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-_ohuLoWWtc/s200/IMG_3772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618660911046090834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Her first diploma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-UKRZq27dI/Tfl97VvCcCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Zer8oq6crTU/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-UKRZq27dI/Tfl97VvCcCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Zer8oq6crTU/s200/IMG_3713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618660468521594914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We gave Belle a really special necklace today. Jackson had purchased a necklace on a Mexico Missions trip almost 5 years ago to the day for Belle (while she was still in utero, it's really cute- it has a little flower and a rice grain with Belle's name and a heart on it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-e1hXMatxw/Tfl9n4kppaI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Fe6SmUuxibg/s1600/IMG_2050.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-e1hXMatxw/Tfl9n4kppaI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Fe6SmUuxibg/s200/IMG_2050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618660134275884450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Juliette was all about the little chairs set up for the 'graduates'. The most precious thing (aside from her- just look at how serious she is taking her job right now) is that she sat next to the chair Belle was going to sit in (labeled with Belle's name to Juliette's right). Oh man, Juliette will be sitting in one of these chairs sooner than later. Okay, we have a few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xikaSjGhaMQ/TfmBTJOS3TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/hQV5T1LP5Z8/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xikaSjGhaMQ/TfmBTJOS3TI/AAAAAAAAA7g/hQV5T1LP5Z8/s200/IMG_3709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618664176014777650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is my prayer that this little girl will grow into all she is meant to be.  Here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-5024982022450178702?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/5024982022450178702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=5024982022450178702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5024982022450178702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5024982022450178702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/06/belle-is-going-to-school.html' title='Belle is going to school!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfyliT2e37A/Tfl-g0QjbRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9Wm6t34XTYw/s72-c/IMG_3788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-137886309380549122</id><published>2011-04-30T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:09:57.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4az8UvwgYM/Tbx5i6DwnZI/AAAAAAAAA60/lJa5XaKMScE/s1600/IMG_1720.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4az8UvwgYM/Tbx5i6DwnZI/AAAAAAAAA60/lJa5XaKMScE/s200/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601485677149592978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2B3jkOtQg34/Tbx5bFzCb8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/oZpDGA67AVU/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2B3jkOtQg34/Tbx5bFzCb8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/oZpDGA67AVU/s200/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601485542861729730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been amazed by the bond that Juliette and Belle have been forming.  Their personalities are so different, and it works.  Even from when Juliette was an infant (I'm talking four months old), the two girls have played together well... and a lot.  Little Fiona has quickly joined the pair and bright smiles are shared by all three- often.  Lately, Juliette truly misses Belle when Belle's gone and talks about it.  "Belle!  Juju play Belle!" I'm having a great time watching our girls interact and enjoying how natural their love for one another seems to come. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, don't get me wrong.  Just this morning we had to tell Belle it's not okay to trip Juliette while she's happily running around.  Juliette expresses her love for Fiona by "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elmyra_Duff"&gt;Elmyra&lt;/a&gt;-style" hugging her or touching her. I don't have rose-colored glasses when it comes to love being the only emotional bond these kids will share. Coming from a family of four girls, I know there are lots of feelings communicated through the years.  As the years and maybe even months pass, I know that there will be hard times where the 'sisterly love' may be hard to feel. And, I also know that love isn't built on butterflies, rainbows, and warm fuzzies.  That all said, I am relishing our girls' 'love' one another and plan to do all I can to nurture and support the family bonds in our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1403831004320884700-137886309380549122?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/137886309380549122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=137886309380549122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/137886309380549122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/137886309380549122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/04/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4az8UvwgYM/Tbx5i6DwnZI/AAAAAAAAA60/lJa5XaKMScE/s72-c/IMG_1720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8836495338167473709</id><published>2011-04-27T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:11:27.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Week and Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0HY6OD4JTA/Tbif9_kV8jI/AAAAAAAAA6M/e-vo4jlPic0/s1600/lamb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0HY6OD4JTA/Tbif9_kV8jI/AAAAAAAAA6M/e-vo4jlPic0/s200/lamb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600402024019915314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year Passion Week and Easter was even better than the last. I hope we can say that with each passing year.  We had a lot of things going on during the week that made for a crazy, and even difficult time (I plan to blog about that later) but it was a sweet celebration and remembrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Belle is at a great age "four-and-a-half as of April 4th!... I'm big!". She seemed to really understand things this year and was excited about each and every activity that we did. She continually said, "Mom!  Jesus is alive... He is alive and he did what no one has ever done before". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Sunday before Easter we made &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/good-fridayeaster-food-craft/"&gt;Easter Rolls&lt;/a&gt;. We used some indulgent ingredients, but the whole point was to have the marshmallow melt and disappear just like Jesus' body was no where to be found when he left the tomb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another day, we did a Resurrection Easter Egg Hunt. This ended up being an activity we did multiple times a day leading up to Easter Sunday. Belle can tell the story herself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday, we made a Tomb Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPFChdmXQfA/Tbib0PWQlLI/AAAAAAAAA50/mqzaBZ7n-Nc/s200/IMG_1758.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600397458410607794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday, Belle woke up to a different garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VCL6eYjZtA/Tbib4l0Nv7I/AAAAAAAAA58/_DzgN4rAAqY/s200/IMG_1781.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600397533161308082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the only picture I ended up taking Easter Sunday.  The Perdue Girls ready for &lt;a href="http://www.southbaychurch.org/inside.php?action=article&amp;amp;articleid=4"&gt;Bay Kids&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8aCfHe-cBA/Tbib8aHB3jI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TBf2S9ug1wA/s200/IMG_1786.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600397598738472498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated Easter by attending and serving at Southbay Church.  I encourage you to read my friend &lt;a href="http://staciewood.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://staciewood.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-rewind.html?spref=bl"&gt;Easter Rewind&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed your Passion Week and Easter too.  Any ideas for next year?  Send 'em my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8836495338167473709?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8836495338167473709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8836495338167473709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8836495338167473709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8836495338167473709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/04/passion-week-and-easter.html' title='Passion Week and Easter'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0HY6OD4JTA/Tbif9_kV8jI/AAAAAAAAA6M/e-vo4jlPic0/s72-c/lamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4444010219861184343</id><published>2011-04-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:26:03.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Matters to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This will be short and sweet.  I'm really excited that Jackson is blogging again and I think you should be too.  My suggestion?  Start following it now, so you don't have to play catch up when you read a post and see how great it is. Here it is: &lt;a href="http://matterstojp.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Blog Worth Checking Out&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you know he (Jackson) matters a lot to me.  But I like to think that I would still promote this blog even if the author wasn't my best friend and life partner. &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/1403831004320884700-4444010219861184343?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4444010219861184343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4444010219861184343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4444010219861184343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4444010219861184343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-matters-to-me.html' title='It Matters to Me'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6369199108752737500</id><published>2011-03-01T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:33:20.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One Month, Fiona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEOHeoUxmqM/TW0tAJO0fKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/E2mgjEx2gwY/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEOHeoUxmqM/TW0tAJO0fKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/E2mgjEx2gwY/s200/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579164993883241634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Sweet Miracle- Fiona Jacqueline Kealahonua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona is one month today. I can't remember life without her, yet it feels like there's no way she's been out of the womb for a month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is PRECIOUS. Her cry is getting stronger, but still soft for any newbie I've heard. Her sisters adore her (as do her parents, family, and all who meet her). She's already been to church a couple of times and she was able to hang out at MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers)  yesterday. Enjoy the pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHUBj843ads/TW0si2CbseI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Vqxk2yZAogM/s1600/IMG_1322-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHUBj843ads/TW0si2CbseI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Vqxk2yZAogM/s200/IMG_1322-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579164490514805218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle loves "Fi" or "Noni Bear"... her two fave nicknames for Fiona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KjcWODshHs/TW0sDw5e--I/AAAAAAAAA5U/8MVISEFDwlk/s1600/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KjcWODshHs/TW0sDw5e--I/AAAAAAAAA5U/8MVISEFDwlk/s200/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579163956559150050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiona a few weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDWzEuaYiTo/TW0ri2tIcyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bkaQsOAsDcM/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDWzEuaYiTo/TW0ri2tIcyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bkaQsOAsDcM/s200/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579163391182271266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiona heading to church at &lt;a href="http://southbaychurch.org/"&gt;South Bay&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday... her second time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AM1pijCaILg/TW0reG6NEwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rfsIIVXowMg/s1600/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AM1pijCaILg/TW0reG6NEwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/rfsIIVXowMg/s200/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579163309632721666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gloves... I FINALLY trimmed her nails shortly after this picture was taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvcH5L4OTBo/TW0raAhZTTI/AAAAAAAAA48/abwcwdNgi1U/s1600/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvcH5L4OTBo/TW0raAhZTTI/AAAAAAAAA48/abwcwdNgi1U/s200/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579163239198575922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juliette loves "bebe"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ER0xkm_tWLk/TW0rWR3SYrI/AAAAAAAAA40/jwR42ndNNf0/s1600/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ER0xkm_tWLk/TW0rWR3SYrI/AAAAAAAAA40/jwR42ndNNf0/s200/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579163175134323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sure does. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6369199108752737500?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6369199108752737500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6369199108752737500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6369199108752737500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6369199108752737500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-one-month-fiona.html' title='Happy One Month, Fiona!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEOHeoUxmqM/TW0tAJO0fKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/E2mgjEx2gwY/s72-c/IMG_1342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6814430517466990606</id><published>2011-02-23T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:41:16.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have and Do it All, Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4zMq5pzM2Y/TWVGZrCXBEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mtcnWgF5lko/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4zMq5pzM2Y/TWVGZrCXBEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mtcnWgF5lko/s200/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576941120431522882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading this book by &lt;a href="http://www.equipandempower.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=52&amp;amp;Itemid=104"&gt;Christine Caine&lt;/a&gt; and I enjoyed it.  More than that, I got some great 'nuggets' I want to share.  The author, Chris, encourages women to know that having and doing it all is a perspective and heart issue.  Here are three things that really stood out to me in this book:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;"You must ensure you do not settle for anything less than God's ultimate purpose and plan for your life"&lt;/i&gt;... For me, this is huge.  It's getting better with time (and age/responsibilities), but I have often run around wanting to do everything all at once.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;"Having and doing it all is a constant process of change- a continual ebb and flow from one season to the next"&lt;/i&gt;... This is reassuring and just plain common sense all at once.  With a preschooler, toddler, and 3 week old newborn it is not time for me to try to lead a ministry or even co-lead a group... however, as the seasons change, there will be time for this. Right now, my job and all is to take care of my husband and three beautiful daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It's all about endurance! &lt;i&gt; "... if we see... trials as opportunity for God to do great work IN us as part of the process of having and doing it all, then this will fuel us to keep going, and fill us with the strength and passion to endure and overcome"&lt;/i&gt;.  So I needed to read this quote THIS MORNING.  Sleep deprivation is a form of torture, and I am not viewing this as an opportunity for God to work in me.  I need and want to though, so I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for sharing this book with me, &lt;a href="http://mandysantos.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6814430517466990606?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6814430517466990606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6814430517466990606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6814430517466990606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6814430517466990606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-i-have-and-do-it-all-please.html' title='Can I Have and Do it All, Please?'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4zMq5pzM2Y/TWVGZrCXBEI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mtcnWgF5lko/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8941142677909613240</id><published>2011-01-01T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:09:38.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections and Revisions Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Wow! I have found myself thinking and saying, "It can't be the new year already...". Last year, I wrote a post about the year entitled &lt;a href="http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=12"&gt;Reflections and Revisions&lt;/a&gt;. With lack of time and energy, I've cleverly made this post the second version of last year's. I'm even going to use the exact same format... here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 has been a year of blessings and miracles. Here are some I'd like to share:&lt;/div&gt;- Juliette was but a little newbie this time last year... almost 3 months old. We've seen so many milestones and firsts this year that have been awesome to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;- Belle started preschool (she will still go until the end of May) and loves it! She also completed her first ballet class and learned how to swing ("even without a push start, Mom!") towards the end of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;- We found out Jax had his teaching position for another school year (a true miracle)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- I was able to fly out to Colorado and attend my Aunt and Uncle's 50th wedding anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- I also got to visit one of my best friends Lindsey in San Diego in May.&lt;br /&gt;- I got pregnant in May with Fiona (another miraculous event... ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- I worked for a short stint teaching classes this summer at our local community college. A way God provided for us to send Belle to preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- We spent our summer vacations well... a week in Anaheim, camping at Sequoia National Forest, beach/zoo/park trips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- We celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary... we had a fun getaway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- We co-led and then led a Small Group through our church this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- We were able to be a part of Dave and Megan's wedding in August (Jackson's brother and my wonderful new sis-in-law).&lt;br /&gt;- Jackson turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;- Belle celebrated her 4th birthday, and Juliette her 1st year at the beginning of October.&lt;br /&gt;- Have continued to be involved with MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) and am loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;- I got the privilege of staying home with both of my girls for most of the year (sans my part time teaching during the summer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;- We moved in and out of our home for over a month. I am also really excited that over the past 2 weeks Jackson and I have done a ton of home projects to make our home run as smoothly as possible with 3 little ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions that I want to answer and pose for 2010 and 2011, respectively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall more in love with Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Did I love Jackson well?&lt;br /&gt;Am I loving my daughters into the arms of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;Have I taken care of what has been entrusted to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I could do more. It's been a year of many celebrations and miracles but as I look at the year and even in my journals I want more. SO, it is my heartfelt prayer that this time next year I will be writing that I fell more in love with Jesus, Jackson, and took great care with all that God has entrusted to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of my favorites pics from 2010...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-zuRuAScI/AAAAAAAAA4g/0bgJu0XrInw/s1600/Fi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-zuRuAScI/AAAAAAAAA4g/0bgJu0XrInw/s200/Fi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557358072810195394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Our Little Fiona... still in the womb.  Due mid February of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-yglJ37DI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/g1P_jvLLZsI/s1600/SD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-yglJ37DI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/g1P_jvLLZsI/s200/SD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557356737997564978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting with Linds in SD this spring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uPkx688I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R8ITifLQlb0/s1600/IMG_9108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uPkx688I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/R8ITifLQlb0/s200/IMG_9108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557352047792812994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle and Juliette have had so much fun bonding and growing together this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uMizGx1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/UiBgjDubm2Y/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uMizGx1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/UiBgjDubm2Y/s200/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557351995721303890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had lots of BBQs and celebrations this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uIEfTPyI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OfjhZdpQ9lM/s1600/Camping%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uIEfTPyI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OfjhZdpQ9lM/s200/Camping%2B090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557351918865694498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uEGsyrxI/AAAAAAAAA34/gJ7uMIE-9w4/s1600/IMG_9509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-uEGsyrxI/AAAAAAAAA34/gJ7uMIE-9w4/s200/IMG_9509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557351850739674898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camping/Juliette about to fall asleep. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-t70g7NII/AAAAAAAAA3w/32fWdFHYYlA/s1600/IMG_9937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-t70g7NII/AAAAAAAAA3w/32fWdFHYYlA/s200/IMG_9937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557351708419110018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave and Megan's Wedding... Jax was the best Best Man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-t1kR8mEI/AAAAAAAAA3o/YQaC6aGOC5I/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-t1kR8mEI/AAAAAAAAA3o/YQaC6aGOC5I/s200/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557351600982104130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle at ballet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8941142677909613240?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8941142677909613240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8941142677909613240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8941142677909613240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8941142677909613240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections-and-revisions-take-2.html' title='Reflections and Revisions Take 2'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TR-zuRuAScI/AAAAAAAAA4g/0bgJu0XrInw/s72-c/Fi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1870373610691758541</id><published>2010-11-15T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:34:53.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season</title><content type='html'>I haven't been online for more than about a half hour a week for the past month or so...This has been a difficult season for me and my family.  There have been some wonderful memories and experiences, but at the end of the day, it's been difficult.  Literally, at the end of the day it's been difficult because Jackson, myself (27 weeks pregnant as of yesterday), Belle, and Juliette have been living at my parent's place in a 10'x11' room.  We have stayed with my parents for a little over 4 weeks now (in total it will be 5, we move back into our house this Saturday- woohoo!).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been very little "me time", but as the season of living at my parents' draws to a close I can't think of much more than God's faithfulness, blessing, and provision. We've had some quality time with my parents, my sisters (the two that live here), and my nephew.  Jackson and I have remained connected and communicative through this time.  Also, the girls haven't been too much out of a routine since the first week we moved here.  In fact, Juliette has actually slept better at my parents' than she was before we moved from our own home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very thankful for our family during this season and I am also ecstatic that we will be moving into our own place in a matter of days. Pictures of our "new place" to follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1870373610691758541?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1870373610691758541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1870373610691758541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1870373610691758541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1870373610691758541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/11/season.html' title='A Season'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2754471489866932872</id><published>2010-10-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:45:10.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday Juliette!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKWA__lKcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/na3Q_rEYpiw/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKWA__lKcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/na3Q_rEYpiw/s200/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526644636659296706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKV43uhppI/AAAAAAAAA28/VA9mIa7-qQY/s1600/IMG_8803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKV43uhppI/AAAAAAAAA28/VA9mIa7-qQY/s200/IMG_8803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526644497001326226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKV02MRg_I/AAAAAAAAA20/b6VoAASYwZM/s1600/IMG_8707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKV02MRg_I/AAAAAAAAA20/b6VoAASYwZM/s200/IMG_8707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526644427869750258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKVsc6LAxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N2kREANXPdI/s1600/Juliette+with+Teddy+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKVsc6LAxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/N2kREANXPdI/s200/Juliette+with+Teddy+Bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526644283643986706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKVoJ3uNeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kWUJw4IW3sY/s1600/IMG_7056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKVoJ3uNeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kWUJw4IW3sY/s200/IMG_7056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526644209813960162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliette,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet, graceful, playful daughter... I love you.  You are so precious and have changed my life and many others.  You turned one today so you've been out in this world for a year now.  I can't remember life without you. I am praying that as you continue to grow, you will know God's love and grace. I feel SO blessed that I get to be your mom.  You are so much fun.  This year has been full of many struggles, changes, and celebrations. Throughout each and every moment, I have thanked God for your life. You are a delight. I love you, Juju Bee! Happy Birthday!&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2754471489866932872?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2754471489866932872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2754471489866932872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2754471489866932872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2754471489866932872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-first-birthday-juliette.html' title='Happy First Birthday Juliette!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TLKWA__lKcI/AAAAAAAAA3E/na3Q_rEYpiw/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-771965196007098482</id><published>2010-10-04T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:00:09.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Belle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKpOYLonekI/AAAAAAAAA2c/VpaoiDZhEkg/s1600/IMG_4345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKpOYLonekI/AAAAAAAAA2c/VpaoiDZhEkg/s200/IMG_4345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524314070270310978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a treasure. Your sweet soul has already touched so many in wonderful ways.  Since the day you were born you have lived life with your eyes wide open. I am praying that God uses your precious life to continue to touch and impact others for eternity. My prayer isn't that your life will be easy, or that you'll get all that you want... I pray that God will mold you, refine you, and draw you closer to His presence.  I am asking God that He will fill you to overflowing with His joy and the knowledge of Him. My sweet baby girl, Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-771965196007098482?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/771965196007098482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=771965196007098482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/771965196007098482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/771965196007098482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-belle.html' title='Happy Birthday Belle!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKpOYLonekI/AAAAAAAAA2c/VpaoiDZhEkg/s72-c/IMG_4345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4420448057576011738</id><published>2010-10-01T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:44:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle's Turning 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuN5uPvqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WePGjZA07Ss/s1600/IMG_4134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuN5uPvqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WePGjZA07Ss/s200/IMG_4134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523223178128637602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 4, 2006... a day that forever changed my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuIazhDVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/5TMk4zaRHfo/s1600/IMG_6529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuIazhDVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/5TMk4zaRHfo/s200/IMG_6529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523223083929898322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 2007... Belle playing at a local park as a toddler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuE-fNcaI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3fmWZdZnW9A/s1600/IMG_4237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuE-fNcaI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3fmWZdZnW9A/s200/IMG_4237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523223024788926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle dancing with her princess pinata at her 2nd birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZt9dkjXaI/AAAAAAAAA18/PscrMyKbb84/s1600/IMG_6985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZt9dkjXaI/AAAAAAAAA18/PscrMyKbb84/s200/IMG_6985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523222895693880738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 2009... Belle's 3rd birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZt3EOnKWI/AAAAAAAAA10/WusxAtvxOqw/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZt3EOnKWI/AAAAAAAAA10/WusxAtvxOqw/s200/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523222785811753314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of August 2010... Belle playing in Grammy and Papa's yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The past couple of months have been pretty emotional for me.  It could be exaggerated by the fact that I'm 5 months pregnant... I've been thinking about how crazy it is that my baby girl is turning 4.  She started preschool at the beginning of this month and I'm still not used to the fact that she's already attending preschool.  Belle's sister, Juliette, is almost 1 and toddling around everywhere at this point. Time IS flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't begin to chronicle how this precious girl has impacted my life.  So, I'll pick 4 ways that Belle has changed me for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I know and love God more.  I've definitely been (even more) faced with how selfish, fearful, and controlling I can be.  Belle's birth and life have done nothing but draw me closer to Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love Jackson more. I didn't think this possible, but seeing the love of my life as a father has given me a deeper love for my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I became a teacher.  I've always wanted to teach and thought, "I might do that sometime...". After Belle was born, it really pushed me to get my teaching credential and even finish my Masters in Education before her little sister was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I take care of me more.  Having little ones is a "beautiful nightmare". I don't do all the things I did before little Belle came into my life, but having her has forced me to draw boundaries and protect her, my family, and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 4th Birthday Belle Elizabeth Alana Perdue (in 3 days)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-4420448057576011738?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4420448057576011738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4420448057576011738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4420448057576011738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4420448057576011738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/10/belles-turning-4.html' title='Belle&apos;s Turning 4!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TKZuN5uPvqI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WePGjZA07Ss/s72-c/IMG_4134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3967949557515490437</id><published>2010-09-22T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:48:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th, Jax!... tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TJp3UqvJqWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Lpxq3JHWp-k/s1600/IMG_9937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TJp3UqvJqWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Lpxq3JHWp-k/s200/IMG_9937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519855490249107810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's 30. I'm so proud of the leader, husband, father, teacher, and friend that he is. It seems like only a few years ago we were in our early 20's and dating/engaged.  Well, since he's turning 30 (officially tomorrow, September 23rd) it's clearly been more than a few years. As we grow together (and our family grows :-)) my heart swells as I think about God's grace in my life and how Jackson was made to be my husband, and I his wife. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 30 things about Jackson.... All of which I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He loves God.  He has a heart and mind that seek after God.  Ever since I've met him, I've only learned to love God more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He's hilarious.  His sense of humor can be self-deprecating and cynical, but he's super funny.  Makes me laugh lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He's an amazing father.  I'm in my 2nd trimester now, so I'm totally teary.  As I think about how Jax loves his girls, I know he was meant to be a dad to 3 daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He's faithful.  In the little and small things... a man of great character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He's geeky.  In a good way.  I love that I can ask him about anything computer-related. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He is a Fremont-native.  Crazy.  He was born a few miles from where we live and we grew up in the same town but didn't meet until we were 22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He loves chocolate more than anyone I know.  He's got me hooked on rich desserts now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Jackson has a high capacity.  He can do a ton of things well.  I love that about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He's a phenomenal teacher.  Although it's been recently that he earned his teaching credential, Jax has been a great teacher since we met.  He's getting better every day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He loves football.  I'm pretty sure he likes it more than most guys that I know.  Although I'm not too crazy about football, I love how much passion he has for the game.  And how he creates fun football traditions in our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He's competitive.  Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He's a good friend.  While he doesn't get to spend the time he'd like to in this season of life, I see how much he loves his friends and blesses them when he can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. He's really smart.  Sometimes I forget just how smart he is, but he's one of the brightest people I know... possibly the brightest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. He's resilient.  Jax had some hard times growing up, but blossomed and persevered despite some rough years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Jackson loves road trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Jackson doesn't want any pets.  He's practical in that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. He's 'with it'. Anytime I want to know more about a current event or what something means, I can ask Jax.  99 times out of 100 he knows the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Jackson has a great family. Ours is great (of course :-)), but I'm referring to his parents, sister, and brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. He is strong.  Emotionally and physically.  While he's not lifting with the body builders, I love that he can move anything I need him to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Jackson's real first name is Jeremiah.  Most of his old friends know this, but not sure if everyone does.  It's funny, I've never seriously called him by his legal first name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Perdue, our last name, means 'lost' in French.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Jackson does a superb job a grilling.  Really, he's mastered his craft in the last few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. He came down to visit me 17 times when we were dating/engaged long distance within the span of 10 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. He's impacted and changed the lives of countless people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. He loves the outdoors and camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. He doesn't take plastic film off new appliances or electronic devices so they can maintain their new look. He also does not bend book covers or pages on books.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. He's handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Jackson is a great leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. He gave me the best (physical) present I've ever received... a photo book for our 5 year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. He's the best husband in the world.  Cheesy, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3967949557515490437?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3967949557515490437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3967949557515490437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3967949557515490437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3967949557515490437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-30th-jax.html' title='Happy 30th, Jax!... tomorrow.'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TJp3UqvJqWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Lpxq3JHWp-k/s72-c/IMG_9937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2357076051837431452</id><published>2010-08-21T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:57:57.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Perdue Summer Fun in August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmbkCGN1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/MiyqozuCtGE/s1600/IMG_9960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmbkCGN1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/MiyqozuCtGE/s200/IMG_9960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014967989090130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmbkCGN1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/MiyqozuCtGE/s1600/IMG_9960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmYI1wTLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/-yY6-DybWtY/s1600/IMG_9956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmYI1wTLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/-yY6-DybWtY/s200/IMG_9956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014909149957298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmUor6EQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3NeEVr093lo/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and Belle Tubing&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perdue Girls in Lake Folsom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmUor6EQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3NeEVr093lo/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmUor6EQI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3NeEVr093lo/s200/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014848979112194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Juliette Cruisin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmRSW8x1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Hyq5j7JqdvI/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmRSW8x1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Hyq5j7JqdvI/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014791446021970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmLT8pvJI/AAAAAAAAA08/dKJlMN-dsz8/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmLT8pvJI/AAAAAAAAA08/dKJlMN-dsz8/s200/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014688793377938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belle wanting to swim more... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmCLG9U2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/D-pAqyjHnKk/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014531801863010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ardenwood Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBl79W67iI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aeOoC9G0AFI/s1600/IMG_9749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBl79W67iI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aeOoC9G0AFI/s200/IMG_9749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014425031503394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBl3PODCJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/pJwMcpaTH0o/s1600/IMG_9934.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Night Out at Crossroads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBl3PODCJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/pJwMcpaTH0o/s1600/IMG_9934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBl3PODCJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/pJwMcpaTH0o/s200/IMG_9934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508014343926778002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dave and Megan's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBkvaIC3FI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VKC9M857GPM/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBkvaIC3FI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VKC9M857GPM/s200/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508013109903809618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBkolnn_YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/AHt5iB1fzYk/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBkolnn_YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/AHt5iB1fzYk/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508012992729972098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perdue Girls at the Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belle at the Park&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/1403831004320884700-2357076051837431452?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2357076051837431452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2357076051837431452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2357076051837431452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2357076051837431452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-of-perdue-summer-fun-in-august.html' title='Pictures of Perdue Summer Fun in August'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/THBmbkCGN1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/MiyqozuCtGE/s72-c/IMG_9960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-904241463589673136</id><published>2010-08-11T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:08:46.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the New Mrs. Perdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TGMQEzBhvgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vGf6_2VXjXk/s1600/m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TGMQEzBhvgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vGf6_2VXjXk/s200/m2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504260844179013122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TGMP_mmq3-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/pEiv_RU36fY/s1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TGMP_mmq3-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/pEiv_RU36fY/s200/m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504260754945794018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get my hair cut or change anything about me,... actually, there is a new Mrs. Perdue-- Mrs. Megan Rose Wadkins Perdue.  I'm super excited to have another awesome sister-in-law.  She loves Dave so well and it will be neat to see them grow together through the years. Their wedding was wonderful. Megan is a great auntie (or "Tati Negan"), she is really fun to be around, and I love that she can make things silly and also really get to know someone all at once. Also, today happens to be Megan's birthday.  I'm so glad she was born. Happy Birthday, Megan!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-904241463589673136?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/904241463589673136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=904241463589673136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/904241463589673136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/904241463589673136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-new-mrs-perdue.html' title='I Love the New Mrs. Perdue!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TGMQEzBhvgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vGf6_2VXjXk/s72-c/m2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6917449391057433475</id><published>2010-07-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:43:16.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Day Miracle</title><content type='html'>We often hear people say, "It's a miracle!" and we may or may not be impacted by those words depending on how we view life or whether or not the event seems that miraculous to us. That being said, I truly believe that the fact that I'm pregnant right now with our third child is a miracle. Life, getting pregnant, is a miracle.  So I will call this pregnancy a 'true miracle'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Juliette was 3 months old the idea of trying for a third baby came to mind.  Juliette is a very easy-going baby, but this is pretty huge regardless of any baby's temperament. When I say it came to mind, I mean that the Holy Spirit (God) put the idea in my mind.  I specifically thought (I believe God impressed this in my mind) to try for another baby in May.  For any of you that know our current situation, Jackson is a first year (now, going to be second year teacher). We are blessed in so many ways, but having a third baby is so far off of our budget we still don't know how it's all going to come together. At the time, we had no idea if he'd have his job for this upcoming school year.  We also had a rough season when Juliette was first born (flea infestation, sickness, Jackson being a first year teacher, etc.) I immediately prayed and thought that there would have to be some big "signs" for this to happen.  I eventually told Jackson and he did not have any desire to move forward with this plan. He promised to pray about it, but had no similar thoughts or promptings. As time passed, when we talked about it, we would say, "Okay, maybe if Jackson gets his job for this next school year, that's a big sign" (him getting a teaching job in this current economy is a pretty huge deal).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after we found out that Jackson got his job for this upcoming school year, Belle came up to me and said, "Mommy, God wants another baby in your tummy.  He just does".  I raced to the office to grab a camcorder and the minute I came back, she was making silly faces and the moment had clearly passed.  Another day, I made a huge list of the reasons why we shouldn't try to have a baby (this is a very long list) and the reasons why we should (2 reasons-- 1. The joy of another life and 2. I believe God told me to).  When Belle woke up from her nap, she told me (right after I made this pro and con list), "God wants you to have another baby in your tummy.  He has His own reasons". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson and I continued to pray about this crazy notion which seemed/seems insane to us, but we were still hesitant.  What if Jackson doesn't get his job for the next school year?  We're tired now, what will it be like with 3 kids (2 of them being 16 months apart)? Do we even want 3 kids?May came and as the baby-making-time (I know no better way to write this, sorry for those of you that are cringing right now) drew near, we basically decided that there's no way we could do this.  Then, God changed Jackson's mind.  Literally, the day that was the 'first trying day'.  Jackson came home, and said, "God basically put the same idea in my mind.  More than that, I feel I'd be disobedient if we didn't try.  I feel insane, but I know this is what we are supposed to do". We are so glad we chose to 'obey' and listen to what we were hearing.  I'm a little over 8 weeks pregnant now.  So, 16 days after the day Jackson was "on board" we found out... I'm pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share this story with you for one reason only.  To give God glory.  I feel humbled and honored that God chose us to be Belle and Juliette's parents.  More so, that he chose for us to have yet another one to nurture and grow.  We have so many dear friends that long to get pregnant and struggle with infertility and I do not write this to tout of our fertility or even suggest that we are superior because we 'heard God and it came true', because babies are God's miracle and regardless of whether or not a couple is fertile, not too many people try and get pregnant in the first month (especially if it's not a timed, every day- sorry again for the details- type of thing).  If you're reading this, and you know God, I encourage you to live by His Spirit and ask His Spirit to guide you and the big and small decisions of your life.  If you don't know God, and want to know Him more, I'd love to talk to you about how you can. Send me a message. Or, you can read this:&lt;a href="http://www.southbaychurch.org/inside.php?action=article&amp;amp;articleid=7"&gt; South Bay Church's Core Beliefs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6917449391057433475?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6917449391057433475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6917449391057433475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6917449391057433475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6917449391057433475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/07/modern-day-miracle.html' title='Modern Day Miracle'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4408202560058569789</id><published>2010-06-24T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:21:42.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle's Soccer Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCPLBlYyY-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/9KSQNVWffYM/s1600/IMG_9409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCPLBlYyY-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/9KSQNVWffYM/s200/IMG_9409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486451999143781346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCPK6fEPxrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/4NKYgr_7buU/s1600/IMG_9411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCPK6fEPxrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/4NKYgr_7buU/s200/IMG_9411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486451877187929778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle has been participating in a week long soccer camp that started on Monday. It's been... interesting. Day 1, she kept asking if the side line was the goal. Day 2, she met a friend. Day 3, she and friend had even more fun together. Day 4, she is still running around with her friend while the coach (in a really cool British accent) yells, "Guuurls!" (read 'girls' in a cool British accent). She's learned some "cool tricks" as she describes her new soccer move knowledge, but she mostly enjoys playing tag with her friend and kicking the ball around aimlessly. I've reminded Belle to mind her coach which she is doing more, but at the end of the day, I'm happy she's making friends and that she's getting some exposure to sports. Today, Day 4, she seemed to be understand a little bit more. I love my little guuurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-4408202560058569789?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4408202560058569789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4408202560058569789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4408202560058569789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4408202560058569789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/06/belles-soccer-cam.html' title='Belle&apos;s Soccer Camp'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCPLBlYyY-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/9KSQNVWffYM/s72-c/IMG_9409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-384231750917127514</id><published>2010-06-19T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:21:13.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0l7rwpDBI/AAAAAAAAAys/0ySyGuEngf8/s1600/image0-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0l7rwpDBI/AAAAAAAAAys/0ySyGuEngf8/s200/image0-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581628496382994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lyd-Wz5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/bIOU1fOmD7E/s1600/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me well, you know it's SUPER hard for me to keep any type of surprise... especially if it's a gift.  For Father's Day this year, I took the girls (and AJ my nephew came!) to get their pictures taken and we made a surprise frame layout (6 pictures of the girls) for Jackson.  Also, both grandpas are getting some of the pictures for Dad's Day... We gave Jackson the frame this morning (couldn't wait). Great gifts for amazing dads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lyd-Wz5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/bIOU1fOmD7E/s1600/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lyd-Wz5I/AAAAAAAAAyc/bIOU1fOmD7E/s200/image0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581470176989074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lsjgSEAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Rv1Mzov9gTI/s1600/image0-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lsjgSEAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Rv1Mzov9gTI/s200/image0-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581368582246402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lo-DS7XI/AAAAAAAAAyM/IelybM_ZScs/s1600/image0-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lo-DS7XI/AAAAAAAAAyM/IelybM_ZScs/s200/image0-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581306988948850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lfI8kmbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/j3Gj5I4xJoo/s1600/image0-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lfI8kmbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/j3Gj5I4xJoo/s200/image0-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484581138114845106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lM6xWx5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ekpj_9gFrQA/s1600/image0-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lM6xWx5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ekpj_9gFrQA/s200/image0-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484580825072060306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lSXoKssI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Q1E4PpHjsY0/s200/image0-5.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484580918717493954" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lI09EI9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/WP1CbARuPlk/s1600/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0lI09EI9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/WP1CbARuPlk/s200/image0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484580754791080914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1403831004320884700-384231750917127514?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/384231750917127514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=384231750917127514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/384231750917127514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/384231750917127514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-surprise.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Surprise'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TB0l7rwpDBI/AAAAAAAAAys/0ySyGuEngf8/s72-c/image0-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6618279193021414515</id><published>2010-06-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:29:58.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I still need to order prints, but here are some of the pictures from our trip to Anaheim... Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle going to Minnie's House... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBae__QO43I/AAAAAAAAAxc/RPSI030tnaQ/s1600/IMG_9334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBae__QO43I/AAAAAAAAAxc/RPSI030tnaQ/s200/IMG_9334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482744418518623090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had fun seeing the Klings... we spent a day as families on Tuesday and I went up to visit Sarah and her boys for the afternoon on Wednesday.  Here's a picture of Sarah and I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadlkX4KTI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H8TYIcuSWNQ/s1600/IMG_9276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadlkX4KTI/AAAAAAAAAxE/H8TYIcuSWNQ/s200/IMG_9276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742865114704178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle and her cousin, Ashley.  They got their faces painted at Disneyland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadg9M9fqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/kU3b89eMJP0/s1600/IMG_9258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadg9M9fqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/kU3b89eMJP0/s200/IMG_9258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742785880456866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jackson and I... our first trip to Disneyland together.  To quote Jackson, "Disneyland IS 1000x more fun as a parent than it was as a kid".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadg9M9fqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/kU3b89eMJP0/s1600/IMG_9258.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadbU30hnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HF1TVfWl08s/s1600/IMG_9226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadbU30hnI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HF1TVfWl08s/s200/IMG_9226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742689155024498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle met Cinderella (and Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Belle, and Ariel) at Ariel's Grotto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadXoss39I/AAAAAAAAAws/luDDgpiCMxk/s1600/IMG_9195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadXoss39I/AAAAAAAAAws/luDDgpiCMxk/s200/IMG_9195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742625757618130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juliette's first pool experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadSt6lUCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/BgTeT6aKp5A/s1600/IMG_9282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadSt6lUCI/AAAAAAAAAwk/BgTeT6aKp5A/s200/IMG_9282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742541258674210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are on the Nemo ride.  Juliette rode on this ride, the Buzz Lightyear ride, and It's a Small World...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadLYbiGoI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ZCfdzm91hnw/s1600/IMG_9184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadLYbiGoI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ZCfdzm91hnw/s200/IMG_9184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742415232211586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;California Adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadDs-STVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/KBleLxLBYHg/s1600/IMG_9177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBadDs-STVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/KBleLxLBYHg/s200/IMG_9177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482742283307732306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1403831004320884700-6618279193021414515?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6618279193021414515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6618279193021414515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6618279193021414515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6618279193021414515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='The Pictures....'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBae__QO43I/AAAAAAAAAxc/RPSI030tnaQ/s72-c/IMG_9334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-962505621507604233</id><published>2010-06-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:25:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's June!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgUhSDBFI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NoRO81uCCNs/s1600/IMG_9285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgUhSDBFI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NoRO81uCCNs/s200/IMG_9285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482394027041162322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgPNDEiyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/v4AzcEJ8Ei4/s1600/IMG_9202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgPNDEiyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/v4AzcEJ8Ei4/s200/IMG_9202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482393935710292770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgHNCbhII/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZXSITF5y9jg/s1600/IMG_9269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgHNCbhII/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZXSITF5y9jg/s320/IMG_9269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482393798268650626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've taken quite a break in blogging... well, a break from this year's blogging that is. I'm not quite sure when or how I'll post all the blogs that I have been thinking of, but here's what I have for now:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- May Madness- May was an insane month for the Perdues.  We had a ton of celebrations- a bridal shower, 2 birthday parties, 2 baby showers, a wedding, a retirement party, and 3 graduations to cap the end of that crazy party train. I may or may not post pictures at some point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Juliette has about 6-7 teeth AND she did one little crawl on June 4th... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We had a wonderful vacation- we just got back last night.  6 days and 6 nights in Anaheim, CA.  2 Days at Disneyland. Lots of Daddy and Belle pool time. We got to see our good friends that moved to Glendale 2 years ago- The Kling Fam.  We spent a day with Jackson's sister's family and a couple of days with my family. Wonderful memories.  More pictures to come of this for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm going back to work!  Well, part-time and only for 4 weeks, but man I feel so blessed I am a stay-at-home mom otherwise.  I'll be teaching a few periods for 2 sessions at the local junior college for 4-8 graders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Last, but certainly not least, my mother-in-law is moving in with us.  This will be a big change, but we know that God is at the center of it and we wouldn't be able to make the transition without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-962505621507604233?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/962505621507604233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=962505621507604233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/962505621507604233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/962505621507604233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-june.html' title='It&apos;s June!?!?'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TBVgUhSDBFI/AAAAAAAAAwM/NoRO81uCCNs/s72-c/IMG_9285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3773236198284054300</id><published>2010-06-03T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:32:05.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TAkqBb8Ez_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/EWan5rTBrLw/s1600/IMG_9091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TAkqBb8Ez_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/EWan5rTBrLw/s320/IMG_9091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478956625840885746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TAkp4LmB5fI/AAAAAAAAAvs/oWdgokwrpY0/s1600/IMG_9093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TAkp4LmB5fI/AAAAAAAAAvs/oWdgokwrpY0/s320/IMG_9093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478956466834630130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TAgtJtM2F9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/M-JfxOKW_vw/s1600/IMG_9091.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the privilege of attending Alta Vista High School's graduation (this is where Jackson works, a continuation school in Mountain View-Los Altos).  It was amazing.  Definitely the best graduation I've ever been to.  Each student briefly shared their testimony of how they ended up at the school, and every single student had nothing but praise for the school and the school staff. Many of course shared how they might have been tough to handle, etc., but the overall tone of triumph and grace was one I've never experienced at any graduation I've attended.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson is a phenomenal husband, father, and friend.  I already knew he was an exceptional teacher, but it sure was great to hear about it and see living proof yesterday... Congrats on your first full year of teaching, Jax.  Here's to MANY more at Alta Vista, God willing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3773236198284054300?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3773236198284054300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3773236198284054300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3773236198284054300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3773236198284054300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-this-man.html' title='My Favorite Teacher'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TAkqBb8Ez_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/EWan5rTBrLw/s72-c/IMG_9091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-7811244536447970571</id><published>2010-04-27T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:22:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is Where the Heart Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9dw_QGR7kI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G76L9So9yIA/s1600/IMG_8611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9dw_QGR7kI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G76L9So9yIA/s320/IMG_8611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464960904792763970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to be a stay-at-home mom.  In this economy, in this area, and in 2010... it's a privilege to be able to stay home with a family to support.  Jackson and I make sacrifices and get creative, but we make it happen.  God has made it happen to be more exact. I dreamed of staying home since the day (January 14, 2006) I found out I was pregnant with Belle... on the extra crazy days at home I remind myself that there's no other place I'd rather be. Today wasn't an extra crazy day; nor was it an extra super day.  It was an ordinary day where I was reminded of how awesome it is to be me... at home with my girls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-7811244536447970571?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/7811244536447970571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=7811244536447970571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7811244536447970571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7811244536447970571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is Where the Heart Is'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9dw_QGR7kI/AAAAAAAAAvc/G76L9So9yIA/s72-c/IMG_8611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1421692530997019268</id><published>2010-04-24T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:51:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelin' Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9N2Rsl7YlI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FfbIwEuHqMI/s1600/sandiego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9N2Rsl7YlI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FfbIwEuHqMI/s320/sandiego.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463840819330638418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see from my &lt;a href="http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/fifty-years.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, I made a quick jaunt to Colorado last weekend.  It was wonderful.  I missed Jackson and my girls tremendously.  Next weekend, I'm going on yet ANOTHER trip.  I have the privilege of spending the weekend in San Diego (El Cajon to be exact) with my BF from college and matron of honor, &lt;a href="http://lindslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;.  I am stoked.    The more I think about the trip, the more I think about (1) how much fun I'll have and (2)just how much I'll miss Jackson, Belle, and Juliette.  Since Belle's been born, Jackson and I made time to go on dates and we even got away for the night a handful of times.  We still go on dates... we've been on a lot since Juliette was born thanks to wonderful fa&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9N2WpA0kgI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Fa6qeD9x78Y/s320/IMG_7874.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463840904269042178" /&gt;mily and friends, but I haven't gone away solo like this for at least 4 years.  Just the other day, I got a &lt;a href="http://www1.mops.org/web/email_blast/email_blast_web.php?appeal_code=mim100419mem&amp;amp;email=jemperdue@gmail.com"&gt;MOPS article&lt;/a&gt; in my inbox. I don't think it's a coincidence.  As a wife and mom, I'm constantly pouring out energy to my family.  I love it and I believe I was made to do just that.  During this season, I'm realizing that in order to be the best wife and mom I can be, I also need to pour into myself. Believe it or not, that message is still sinking in... More than just taking time out to journal, read, and do things that invest in me, I also need to connect with friends and refresh myself so that I can continue to grow into the woman that God's made me to be. I know this isn't anything new, but I'm excited to be learning this and actually allowing myself to get away.  I'll be at boarding a Southwest airplane this time next week to head to San Diego.... Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1421692530997019268?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1421692530997019268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1421692530997019268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1421692530997019268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1421692530997019268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/travelin-mama.html' title='Travelin&apos; Mama'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S9N2Rsl7YlI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FfbIwEuHqMI/s72-c/sandiego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3388711999890976946</id><published>2010-04-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:07:33.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8zELnL73GI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QwFQ2qfND3w/s1600/Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8zELnL73GI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QwFQ2qfND3w/s320/Top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461956151870217314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8zEBjs_73I/AAAAAAAAAu8/SKzuuqDShL4/s1600/Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8zEBjs_73I/AAAAAAAAAu8/SKzuuqDShL4/s320/Top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461955979136462706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I flew out to Littleton, CO to celebrate the 50th Wedding Anniversary of my Uncle Glenn and Aunt Barb.  It was short (I returned Sunday morning), but amazingly sweet.-- THANK YOU to my super star hubby who not only encouraged me to go by booking my flight; he also held down the fort, AND I returned to a clean home. My Uncle Glenn and Aunt Barb didn't just celebrate 50 years of matrimony, they celebrated 50 years of love for God, one another, family and others.  They're both incredible people.  I was born in Colorado and had the blessing of being close (geographically) to my Uncle G and Aunt B until we moved out to California the fall of my first grade school year. They've made it to all of my school graduations, my wedding, and important events in my family's lives. As my two cousins, Beth and Trish, shared about their parents' lives, I couldn't help but shed a few joyful tears.  Thinking of all the people they have impacted really overwhelmed me. Uncle Glenn is a spectacular Christ follower, husband, and dad. Aunt B is a wife and woman of noble character. They have touched SO many lives and their 50th anniversary was an exciting day for so many.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few things that stick out in my mind about this wonderful couple that just celebrated 50 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Uncle Glenn quotes and knows Bible scripture more than anyone I know... he doesn't just say the words, he lives them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aunt B warmly welcomes all into her home and as Uncle G always says, "She's a good cooker and a good looker".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I LOVE how Uncle G always brags about his wife and his family... When I got to their home before the party, he gave me a big bear hug and said, "We're so happy you could make it.  We're celebrating our FIRST fifty years" (Okay, I'm tearing up again...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- They are awesome grandparents.  To my knowledge, they have made it to almost all of their grandkids (they have 6 from ages 10-18) events (soccer games, races, dance recitals, plays, etc.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- They love Jesus and they love people.  They're not perfect, there have been some really rough times for their family, but they have built a legacy of amazing love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's it.  I could go on and on about sweet memories and how much respect and love I have for Uncle G and Aunt B, but I'll stop at this.  A verse that my Uncle G tells me almost every time I see him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;         It is&lt;/i&gt; good to give thanks to the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;         And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;&lt;br /&gt;      To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;      And Your faithfulness every night, (Psalm 92:1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3388711999890976946?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3388711999890976946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3388711999890976946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3388711999890976946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3388711999890976946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/fifty-years.html' title='Fifty Years!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8zELnL73GI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QwFQ2qfND3w/s72-c/Top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-5112415684083635807</id><published>2010-04-14T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:27:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pets Heads are Falling Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8YyMBMa9YI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p7PhBUnvxWs/s1600/P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8YyMBMa9YI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p7PhBUnvxWs/s320/P.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460106780293657986" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 113px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, an oldie but a goodie. I have always been a huge fan of Dumb and Dumber, and to this day, I still use some of the wonderful quotes from Lloyd and Harry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super grateful for all that God has given my family and I... as you can see from my &lt;a href="http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-faithful.html"&gt;previous pos&lt;/a&gt;t, we are beyond blessed. I do have to say I've found myself thinking and even saying as of late, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjAITRaItKQ"&gt;"Our pets HEADS are FALLING OFF!!!"&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between our house and our health, I feel as if it's been survival mode since Juliette was born. I'm happy to say that we're all healthy (mostly, girls are only sniffling now) and there are no house horrors going on at this point. This has been an awesome week actually; Jackson has spring break. Hopefully, it will be smooth sailing for the next few months. AND, we don't really have or want any pets so there are no falling heads to worry about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-5112415684083635807?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/5112415684083635807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=5112415684083635807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5112415684083635807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5112415684083635807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-pets-heads-are-falling-off.html' title='Our Pets Heads are Falling Off!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S8YyMBMa9YI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p7PhBUnvxWs/s72-c/P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4942891416005685239</id><published>2010-04-01T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:04:05.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7Ulx5h4TQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ETZnLaP7raM/s1600/prayer_hands_folded+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7Ulx5h4TQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ETZnLaP7raM/s320/prayer_hands_folded+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455308062815964418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful. God provides.  I know this... often on a head level, but in this season of life it's been penetrating my heart.  This morning during my prayer time, I got on my knees and prayed that Jackson would have his job for next year.  There's more-- I prayed specifically (and this is the first time I've been this specific, Jackson was told he should know soon- no later than the end of the month) that he would find out today, be it God's will.  Jackson just called me and told me his principal came into his room no less than 30 minutes ago to talk with him.  Jackson has his job for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-4942891416005685239?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4942891416005685239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4942891416005685239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4942891416005685239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4942891416005685239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-faithful.html' title='He&apos;s Faithful'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7Ulx5h4TQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ETZnLaP7raM/s72-c/prayer_hands_folded+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-7623213210744050080</id><published>2010-03-30T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:32:32.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle's First Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7JDbHJZykI/AAAAAAAAAuE/oJR2c-FKV8s/s1600/IMG_8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7JDbHJZykI/AAAAAAAAAuE/oJR2c-FKV8s/s320/IMG_8302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454496231753108034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7JDJkZLdgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/pSFubc3IhMA/s1600/IMG_8299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7JDJkZLdgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/pSFubc3IhMA/s320/IMG_8299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454495930366260738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle went up to a snow park yesterday (Sugar Bowl) with her cousin AJ, Grammy, and "Tati" Shannon.  She had a blast! She made a snowman, rode a sleigh, tubed, and even boarded.  It was her first time to the snow.  Jackson and I have not made it up one season since she's been born, but I'm hoping to make a family trip next season.  It will be so fun to snowboard with Belle as she gets older. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-7623213210744050080?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/7623213210744050080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=7623213210744050080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7623213210744050080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7623213210744050080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/belles-first-snow.html' title='Belle&apos;s First Snow!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7JDbHJZykI/AAAAAAAAAuE/oJR2c-FKV8s/s72-c/IMG_8302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-5158992432143964127</id><published>2010-03-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:08:01.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter through Belle's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7EWljGdLaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nVA_Q2_WNqo/s1600/BIble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7EWljGdLaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nVA_Q2_WNqo/s320/BIble.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454165458055671202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's not dead! Yeah! He is Al-i-i-ve!" Belle has been running around the house singing this song every day for the past week or so.  I know that she is young and cannot fully comprehend all that's involved in the meaning of Easter just yet, but it is amazing how we are talking about Jesus' death and resurrection and how Belle is understanding that it is an incredible way that God chose to save us.  We have this Bible, which I LOVE LOVE LOVE called the Jesus Storybook Bible, and Belle enjoys reading stories out of this book often.  Lately, she's asked to read the story of Jesus' death and resurrection and she gets so excited when she sees the angel telling Mary Magdalene and the other women that Jesus is not dead anymore. Through Belle, God has given me a fresh and new song in my heart, "God's not dead! YEAH!!!! He IS ALIVE!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-5158992432143964127?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/5158992432143964127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=5158992432143964127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5158992432143964127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5158992432143964127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-through-belles-eyes.html' title='Easter through Belle&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S7EWljGdLaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nVA_Q2_WNqo/s72-c/BIble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-7499595265504268482</id><published>2010-03-20T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:10:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done and Want to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6ktr5fTuyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/E6XSNh5vtZI/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6ktr5fTuyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/E6XSNh5vtZI/s320/H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451939056098458402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February (around my 29th birthday) I started writing a list of things I'd like to do and I am finally getting around to completing it.  My friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandysantos.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; wrote a post about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandysantos.com/2010/03/18/a-bucket-list/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; recently which inspired me to publish my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I began to nail down 29 things I want to do before I die (but really, sooner than later), I started to think about all that I've been able to experience.  God has really given me the privilege of living a full and exciting life so far... SO I am going to share 29 things I've done (some things that I would like to do again, given the chance) and 29 things I'd like to do... let's say in the next decade (or beyond).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things I've Been Able to Do (in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Go to Europe (I went to Romania on a mission trip in the summer of 1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Go to Hawaii (I have been to The Big Island and Oahu numerous times; I even para-sailed during my last stay in 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Go to Australia (I've been twice, I was even able to snowboard during our- America's- summer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Go to Japan (summer of 1994 for a week, even flew Business Class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5.  Live on the beach (Newport Summer Project with Campus Crusade 2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Learn to surf (I minored in this :-) during my college years at UC Santa Barbara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Run a half marathon (La Jolla, CA Spring 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Wake board (in Colorado and California)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Walk on the beach with someone I love (Jackson- Santa Barbara, San Diego, Monterey, Carmel, Santa Cruz...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Vacation on the beach (Silver Strand- San Diego, CA 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Go to Vegas (visited mother-in-law a few times, even won some $ playing Craps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Get married in a beautiful garden to my best friend (Walnut Creek, CA 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Attend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Bright"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bill Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'s Memorial Service (Fort Collins, CO- 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Resign from a job I don't like (got out of sales and started to become a teacher, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Get my teaching credential to teach K-6 (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Get my Master's degree (Best Practices in Education,  2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Go night snorkeling (Catalina Island, 1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Visit a castle (Transylvania, 1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. Learn piano (I played from ages 4-16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Play soccer (I played competitively until my Junior year in high school, and I've played for fun off and on since then...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. Give birth/become a parent (2 times so far, this list is in very random order because my birth experiences are two of the most important in my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. Go roller-blading (lots in Newport Beach, Santa Barbara, and even the Bay Area)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. Sleep under the stars (yea for camping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24. Swing on a rope swing into a swimming hole (Yellowstone National Park, 90s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. Fire a gun (Austin, TX- 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26. Stay at a quaint bed and breakfast (Honeymoon at Carmel by the Sea, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27. Skateboard (did this in Newport Beach and actually skateboarded all around believe it or not, 2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28. Save someone's life (physically, rescued a boy as a lifeguard and resuscitated 1999; have shared in friends and even strangers accepting Jesus as their Savior throughout my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;29. Help build a house (Habitat for Humanity, 1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things I Want to Do (again, in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Save more people (I want to help others get [or better]a personal relationship with Jesus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Do a triathlon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Go to Kauai and Maui (I want to see the sunrise at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(74, 74, 74); line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/hale/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Haleakala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(74, 74, 74); line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in Maui- see post picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Go to New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Go to Israel (I'd love to see Jerusalem and Nazareth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Go on an Alaskan cruise (see a glacier fall into an iceberg and whale watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Have our kids sponsor a child on their 4th birthday and regularly write to the child (Jackson and I have been talking about something like this for awhile, and thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandysantos.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for the details on this action item!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Ride a horse (on the beach if possible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Snowboard in Colorado (and visit family while I'm there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Wake board for a whole weekend (at least 2 days in a row)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Visit Prince Edward Island (ode to Anne of Green Gables :-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Hang glide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Take my kids blueberry picking in Oregon- visit with family and friends while we're there (I used to do this every summer with family as a kid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Go to the East Coast (I've been a lot of places, but I've only been to the east coast for 1. a lay over in NJ on my way to Romania, 2. to visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; for a few days in WV, and 3. a Crusade Staff conference in FL). I want to visit historical places... specifically, I want to see New York, South Carolina, and Washington D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Go somewhere special with Jackson for our 10 year anniversary for at least 3 days (July 2014).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Indoor skydive (like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanfrancisco.com/ifly-indoor-skydiving/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Kayak in Half Moon Bay, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Do a girls' weekend with my 3 sisters (maybe attend a retreat together?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. Go on a mission trip with my kids (hopefully we'll do lots of these)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Take a dance class (like hip-hop or something... yeah I better do this one soon ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. Ride a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. Snorkel somewhere I haven't yet (tropical... maybe on the Kauai/Maui trip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. Swim with dolphins (Hawaii trip again?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24. Live in a place (hopefully our next home) that gets a ton of natural light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. Speak at a moms or marriage engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26. Jump with moon shoes (this is getting random, but I've always wanted to do this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27. Kiss Jackson behind a waterfall (this can happen in Kauai perhaps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28. Ice skate on a frozen pond (maybe on my east coast trip?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;29. White water raft (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafting"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Grade 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-7499595265504268482?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/7499595265504268482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=7499595265504268482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7499595265504268482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7499595265504268482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-ive-done-and-want-to-do.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done and Want to Do'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6ktr5fTuyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/E6XSNh5vtZI/s72-c/H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-376026713001577317</id><published>2010-03-18T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:00:18.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliette Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6IikAWLGBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kuvVTSiI3Z4/s1600-h/IMG_8203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6IikAWLGBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kuvVTSiI3Z4/s320/IMG_8203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956501035358226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having Juliette dedicated at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/southbaychurch.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; on Mother's Day.  She's already 5 months... by May, she'll be 7 months.  I can't remember life without her, but I also can't believe she's been outside of me for about half of a year. Here's what's happening with Baby J:&lt;br /&gt;- She's working on sitting by herself&lt;div&gt;- She loves to jump and constantly tries to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- At her last check up in February, she weighed 16 lbs. 6 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She's around 26 inches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Belle is her hero (she constantly wants to be around her, see her, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Her eyes are still blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Her hair looks crazy (semi-toupe, see picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She's just starting to eat rice cereal (it's been offered to her for over a month)... she'll be trying new food (bananas? pears?) this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She loves baths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She laughs out loud when you tickle her (and she laughed pretty hard when Belle was doing some silly antics yesterday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Something Jax and I say often, "She doesn't ask for much..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She's allowed me to know more of God's love and grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-376026713001577317?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/376026713001577317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=376026713001577317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/376026713001577317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/376026713001577317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/juliette-grace.html' title='Juliette Grace'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6IikAWLGBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kuvVTSiI3Z4/s72-c/IMG_8203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6435730158007885831</id><published>2010-03-17T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:42:53.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6Fa5-fu2pI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EcaKN8279eY/s1600-h/IMG_8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6Fa5-fu2pI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EcaKN8279eY/s320/IMG_8190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449736976170146450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since having Belle, I've developed a deeper enjoyment of holidays.  It's so much fun to see how excited Belle (and I know eventually Juliette) gets when it comes to celebrating various holidays.  Today, we talked about how St. Patrick (who was a pagan turned Christian) discovered God through prayer.  So, in 3 year old terminology, we talked about how God hears our prayers.  We also enjoyed green water (yep, I added food coloring to her water), green mac and cheese (again, more dye), and coloring with all the shades of green we could find... Also, Belle is very excited to wear her 'shirt with green jewels' that has a shamrock on it to small group tonight. I CAN'T WAIT for Easter... Belle is starting to understand more about the true meaning AND there's going to be an awesome &lt;a href="http://ourbeautifulday.org/hunt.htm"&gt;egg hunt&lt;/a&gt; the day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6435730158007885831?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6435730158007885831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6435730158007885831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6435730158007885831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6435730158007885831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S6Fa5-fu2pI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EcaKN8279eY/s72-c/IMG_8190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-884480923403747143</id><published>2010-03-16T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:32:52.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5-F4snpWsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qIQxI4S1Q2w/s1600-h/T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5-F4snpWsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qIQxI4S1Q2w/s320/T.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449221283238206146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southbaychurch.org/"&gt; South Bay Church&lt;/a&gt; recently finished a Financial Freedom series. The &lt;a href="http://www.southbaychurch.org/sermons.php"&gt;messages&lt;/a&gt; were some of the best that I've heard regarding money. Our pastor challenged us to take a Giving Challenge.  Starting on February 21, Andy challenged us to give more than we currently give for the next 90 days. As an encouragement, he sent us a book, &lt;u&gt;The Treasure Principle&lt;/u&gt; by Randy Alcorn.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's happened so far in our Giving Challenge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Read the &lt;u&gt;Treasure Principle&lt;/u&gt; - learned some good stuff: Specifically (1) My heart always goes where I put God's money, (2) Giving is the only antidote for materialism, (3) God prospers me not to raise my standard of living, but my standard of giving, (4) Inheritance- I'm re-thinking the whole leave a lot to your kids, and moving into an investment in God's kingdom NOW mentality.  This doesn't mean we won't leave our children some type of modest inheritance (or save for their college, our retirement, etc.), but it does mean that I realize loving my kids and being wise with my money involves showing my kids how to give big... I want to leave a legacy of giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jackson and I decided to give $126 extra this month to certain ministry organizations.  Almost simultaneously, we received a $150 deduction on rent for being inconvenienced by things that are annoying, but cost us no money. Will this happen every time we give? I doubt it, but this was certainly encouraging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jackson got his pink slip.  At the same time, he heard that he definitely has 60% of his job for this next fall.  This would mean no benefits, but at least 60% of his salary.  While we don't know exactly what God has planned for Jackson job-wise, we have more peace giving and knowing God will provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We're dreaming and strategically planning of how we can be financially free one day.  It is my prayer and desire that Jackson and I will one day be able to volunteer full time (maybe on staff at a church or similar) to share Christ's love with our community.  This would mean a lot of saving and wise investments, but I believe this can happen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live to give...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-884480923403747143?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/884480923403747143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=884480923403747143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/884480923403747143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/884480923403747143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/giving-challenge.html' title='Giving Challenge'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5-F4snpWsI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qIQxI4S1Q2w/s72-c/T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2198346406548902682</id><published>2010-03-08T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:43:51.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth Order Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5VWPDAi6OI/AAAAAAAAArk/VezQQGPp40I/s1600-h/Birth+Order+Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5VWPDAi6OI/AAAAAAAAArk/VezQQGPp40I/s320/Birth+Order+Book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446354140880103650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoyed reading &lt;u&gt;The Birth Order Book: Why You Are the Way You Are&lt;/u&gt; by Dr. Kevin Leman.  I laughed out loud on more than one occasion and would elbow Jackson in bed and read various excerpts aloud.  The book helped me understand more about my own personality, personalities of those close to me, and gave me some good ideas for parenting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Own Personality: I'm first-born (if you're reading this you most likely know me well and already know this).  Dr. Leman states that generally, many first borns are "perfectionistic, reliable, conscientious, list maker(s), well organized, critical, serious, (and) scholarly" (p. 14).   I've taken personality tests before and know that many of these traits are true of me, however, it was interesting to learn that first-born people are 'little adults' (as children) who often go on to become leaders and achievers in life. This list does describe me and it was fun to read that so many first born people have these traits. I really enjoyed reading Dr. Leman's tips for first-borns.  Specifically, his recommendation to take smaller bites of life, work on saying no, and not to 'apologize for who you are'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personalities of Others: I thought a lot about my family as I read through these pages.  I have a better understanding of my sisters, my parents, and even Jackson. I learned that while Jackson is a middle child, he's also a pseudo first-born because he is 7 years younger than his sister AND he's the first male.  Interesting stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Points for Parenting: Dr. Leman closes his book with some key points to remember about birth order.  These can and will help me as I parent Belle and Juliette (and possibly others to come). Here are some of his key points (mostly in my own words) and some additional take-aways that I am thinking of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Birth order is only an influence that contributes to how a child will turn out. There's a lot other influences that go into the equation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The way that parents treat their kids is just as important as birth order.  Parents should create environments that help children thrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Every birth order has strengths and weaknesses.  Parents should help develop positive ones, and cope with negative ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. No birth order is "better" (except the first-born of course, hehe). Seriously though, this brings up the point that most parents 'relate to' or 'identify' with their child that is their birth order.  I want to be sure not to dote on Belle more than Juliette because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. We must spend a good amount of time with each child.  Things don't have to be "fair" as far as being equal.  However, it's a good idea to keep bed times, curfews, and certain rules consistent (i.e. When Belle was 7 her bedtime was 8 pm, so Juliette's will be the same). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The middle child often feels "squeezed".  The baby of the family needs to not be "babied" too much. The oldest child shouldn't be considered a built in babysitter or have to shoulder what parents are to do. Basically, I should think about common complaints or issues of certain birth orders and be sensitive to those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed this book and look forward to finishing &lt;u&gt;The Strong Willed Child&lt;/u&gt;. P.S. I read further and Belle can be considered a strong willed child, I'm just so glad it's not worst case scenario... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2198346406548902682?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2198346406548902682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2198346406548902682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2198346406548902682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2198346406548902682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/birth-order-book.html' title='The Birth Order Book'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5VWPDAi6OI/AAAAAAAAArk/VezQQGPp40I/s72-c/Birth+Order+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6970227585143445663</id><published>2010-03-05T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:34:04.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Loves Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5FcmmAWpbI/AAAAAAAAArU/lRbuB3VbHjY/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5FcmmAWpbI/AAAAAAAAArU/lRbuB3VbHjY/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445235242574456242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jackson and I have the privilege of being part of a new church,&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/southbaychurch.org/"&gt; South Bay Church&lt;/a&gt;. Last week, we celebrated the church's one year anniversary and the service was incredible.  Pastor Andy talked about how God cares so much for the individual, and as we move forward into year 2 we must remember that God loves us individually and wants to use us to show other individuals his amazing love.  My favorite part of the service was the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FjGuF2kJqw"&gt;Cardboard Testimonies&lt;/a&gt; (click to watch, you might want to grab some tissues beforehand).  I was bawling.  One side of the cardboard shows where people are without Christ or a struggle that they have had (and may still have).  The other side shows how God's love has changed their perspective and/or situation. Jackson and I have a dream of seeing our family, friends, and people we have yet to meet experiencing this change... maybe even holding a piece of cardboard at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/southbaychurch.org/"&gt;South Bay Church &lt;/a&gt;one day. More so, we want to 'wear' our cardboards each day so that people around us can see the all-consuming, transforming love of Jesus Christ. I wanted to hold a cardboard last Sunday, but I had commitments and couldn't make the practice time or both services.  Here's some of the words I thought I could hold: Performing, hurt, trapped --&gt; "Be-ing", healed, free; Perfectionist, insecure --&gt; Work in Progress, Secure in Him; Self destructive, angry, confused --&gt; Productive, healthily deal with emotions, clarity through God... I can think of so many more, but I think those would be my 'top' messages. How He Loves Us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6970227585143445663?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6970227585143445663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6970227585143445663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6970227585143445663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6970227585143445663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-he-loves-us.html' title='How He Loves Us'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S5FcmmAWpbI/AAAAAAAAArU/lRbuB3VbHjY/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-5014005929944070307</id><published>2010-02-24T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:49:01.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Lesson and Books I'm Reading</title><content type='html'>I read Psalm 91 today and was impressed by Moses' prayer.  Verse 2 reads, "I will say of the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress, my God,  in whom I trust'." This resonates with me.  Is God my refuge?  Meaning, do I go to Him for shelter when I need a place to rest?  Is He my fortress?  Do I let Him protect me and go to Him when I need protection? Do I trust Him? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books I'm reading right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;u&gt;The Birth Order Book&lt;/u&gt; by Kevin Leman (thanks to a recommendation by &lt;a href="http://mandysantos.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;u&gt;The New Strong Willed Child&lt;/u&gt; by James Dobson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost done with the &lt;u&gt;Birth Order Book&lt;/u&gt; and will write some thoughts on the book very soon.  I just started &lt;u&gt;The New Strong Willed Child&lt;/u&gt; and must say-- I'm not so sure I have a strong willed child.  Belle has a very strong will, make no mistake, but from what I've read so far, she does comply (eventually, but much sooner than some of the 'youngsters' Dobson describes).  Belle has a BEAUTIFUL spirit, and while she is determined, I'm wondering if it's just typical 3 year-old gumption.  Anyhow, I am enjoying both books. I want to read and learn as much as I can to help Belle and Juliette thrive and grow into the amazing ladies I know they both will be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-5014005929944070307?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/5014005929944070307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=5014005929944070307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5014005929944070307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5014005929944070307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/02/todays-lesson-and-books-im-reading.html' title='Today&apos;s Lesson and Books I&apos;m Reading'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8087494906890188329</id><published>2010-02-22T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:13:49.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Mercy for This Mom's Soul</title><content type='html'>Today, I shared about a book I've read (two times now) at &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt; (Mothers of Preschoolers). The book, &lt;u&gt;Tender Mercy for a Mother's Soul&lt;/u&gt; by Angela Thomas Guffey, has had a profound impact in my spiritual journey and this current season of motherhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love this book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author, Angela Guffey, is honest, authentic, and down to earth.  Also, she's a mom of four kids within 7 years.  When I read that, I thought, "Okay, this lady knows what she's saying if she's taking care of a home, a hubby, AND four kids".  She shares about her regret of not walking with Christ intimately for some years of her adult life, and reveals the triumph and blessing of being completely empty so that she can be filled by the only thing that can really fill our empty souls-- Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ideas that impressed me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We take "Little indulgences. Little attempts to feed the Spirit that hungers inside of each of us" (p. 30). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jesus is the only answer for your empty soul (p. 48). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Where do I put my empty cup to be filled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... I absolutely refuse to settle for a shadowy version of the life God intended" (p. 26).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have I changed from reading this book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, what I shared today with fellow MOPS Moms and what I know needs to be said is that this book is a great thing to read, but the most important thing to read is the Bible.  This book points to that- God's Word is what can fill us up and meet our every need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book ignited my passion for Jesus, pursuing Him relentlessly, and not settling for an empty soul.  Some of you may have read my post about the fleas and how I felt closer to God.  Well, this book is what I read when I prayed, "God, do whatever it takes for me to thirst for you.  Whatever it takes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really enjoying MOPS, and intend to read more books that will make me more like Jesus, a better wife, mom and person.  Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8087494906890188329?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8087494906890188329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8087494906890188329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8087494906890188329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8087494906890188329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/02/tender-mercy-for-this-moms-soul.html' title='Tender Mercy for This Mom&apos;s Soul'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3112486445473092498</id><published>2010-01-19T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:17:41.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWLTD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S1Z_F0lRMQI/AAAAAAAAArM/RvrNUi5G6fM/s1600-h/michael+oher+leigh+anne+sean+tuohy+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S1Z_F0lRMQI/AAAAAAAAArM/RvrNUi5G6fM/s320/michael+oher+leigh+anne+sean+tuohy+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428666138832744706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so first and foremost I want to be like Jesus Christ.  However, I recently saw the movie The Blind Side and LOVED it (thanks to my awesome husband I got to go to the movies yesterday for the first time in a long time).  The story is moving and inspirational, but I was especially inspired by the character of Leigh Anne Tuohey.  Before I went to see the movie, I saw an interview with Sandra Bullock who plays the real life character of Leigh Anne Tuohey and Ms. Bullock announced that she plans to strive to be more like Leigh Anne Tuohey.  I initially thought that I'm sure this woman is great and generous, but wondered why exactly Sandra wanted to be more like the real life Leigh Anne.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's why-- well, at least why I want to be more like Leigh Anne:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She's assertive&lt;br /&gt;- She's proactive&lt;br /&gt;- She's honest, brutally honest&lt;br /&gt;- She takes care of herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She dreams big and has great expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware Leigh Anne has flaws just like the rest of us, but she's beautiful, vibrant, and gets the job done. She doesn't take no for an answer and while she cares about people, she doesn't care if she hurts someone's feelings so that the best can happen for their life.  I am pretty proactive myself, but I don't take care of myself (physically especially) half the way Leigh Anne does, and I could definitely kick up assertiveness in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3112486445473092498?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3112486445473092498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3112486445473092498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3112486445473092498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3112486445473092498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2010/01/wwltd.html' title='WWLTD'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/S1Z_F0lRMQI/AAAAAAAAArM/RvrNUi5G6fM/s72-c/michael+oher+leigh+anne+sean+tuohy+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3306513252114266943</id><published>2009-12-31T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:38:13.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections and Revisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sz1uIN7bpiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cYfwcS__c08/s1600-h/IMG_7725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sz1uIN7bpiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cYfwcS__c08/s320/IMG_7725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421610613880890914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a FULL year for me and my family. &lt;br /&gt;- I taught (for the first time) 3rd grade for half of a year&lt;br /&gt;- Got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;- Stood up for my sister Shannon in her wedding&lt;br /&gt;- Obtained my masters&lt;br /&gt;- Started attending and serving at a new church&lt;br /&gt;- Taught at Ohlone for Kids for the summer&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrated my 5th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;- Joined MOPS-- a wonderful decision that has been blessing me in this stage of motherhood&lt;br /&gt;- Had a beautiful, healthy girl&lt;br /&gt;- Got the privilege of staying home with both of my girls for the last quarter of this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions that I want to answer and pose for 2009 and 2010, respectively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall more in love with Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Did I love Jackson well?&lt;br /&gt;Am I loving my daughters into the arms of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;Have I taken care of what has been entrusted to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I love Jesus more than I did at the beginning of 2009.  I pray that I will know Him, love Him, and serve Him more than I did this year in 2010. I loved Jackson well.  We have grown by leaps and bounds in our communication and loving of one another.  I am doing my best to show Belle and Juliette an authentic pursuit of God, although I could do more and do better.  I believe that I try, but can try harder with taking care of my body, those that need Jesus around me, my finances, my time and energy, and all that God has given to me.  Let's go 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3306513252114266943?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3306513252114266943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3306513252114266943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3306513252114266943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3306513252114266943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflections-and-revisions.html' title='Reflections and Revisions'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sz1uIN7bpiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cYfwcS__c08/s72-c/IMG_7725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2510563512535628905</id><published>2009-12-04T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:23:24.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving came and went and I didn't get a chance to write all that I'm thankful for... I could write a list a mile long, but I'll keep it to the top 5:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus Christ- I am forever grateful that He saved me.  For eternity, and also from living a life of self focus and emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jackson Perdue- Jackson encourages me and loves me like no other man ever has or will.  I love him and am better because of him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My gorgeous daughters- I literally thank God every day if not multiple times a day for the gift of Belle and Juliette.  They make my life more rich than I can imagine and fill my heart with an inexpressible joy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends- God has blessed me with awesome friends.  There is one friend in particular that God has used to fill me to overflowing.  Lindsey Clark.  Ever since we met, God has used Lindsey to sharpen me, encourage me, and fill my heart with happiness.  Specifically, in this rough season Lindsey has helped Orkin miraculously get out to kill the fleas (she called Orkin while she was in a hotel room in Ohio because she saw Jackson put a message on Facebook and got Orkin to come out earlier than they told Jackson they could come out), she has sent me super encouraging emails, and just today she had Safeway deliver some fresh produce, antibacterial wipes, rice cakes, and other groceries that made me feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Family- I'm so grateful for the family that God gave me.  In laws included!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2510563512535628905?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2510563512535628905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2510563512535628905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2510563512535628905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2510563512535628905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6103762569749094160</id><published>2009-12-03T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:44:29.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sxg_SL6rKsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ty8ZSeOXAsU/s1600-h/IMG_3491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sxg_SL6rKsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ty8ZSeOXAsU/s320/IMG_3491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411144533954734786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sxg-e4KnwdI/AAAAAAAAApI/csmzhqZJk_U/s1600-h/Belle+kissing+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sxg-e4KnwdI/AAAAAAAAApI/csmzhqZJk_U/s320/Belle+kissing+J.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411143652479582674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough couple of months.  There's been a lot of things going on, especially illnesses in my immediate and extended family.  Right now both of the girls have horrible diarrhea and little Juliette threw up last night.  I haven't slept more than a few hours at a time since October 10th, almost two months. I knew that I'd be in a care taker role during this season, but I did not know how much care taking would be required.  A few days ago I realized that in the past couple of weeks I've been doing things more out of my energy, not God's strength.  It took a painful experience for me to remember- really remember- that I can't live a minute without God.  My circumstances haven't changed much but I feel so glad in my heart right now.  My mom texted me today, "This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it".  At the time I didn't feel so glad.  I started the day, even after that wonderful reminder, trying to do things on my own.  God gave me the gift of a phone call with Lindsey (my amazing friend that continually helps me with anything and everything and encourages me to keep running the race with God well). Then, I got another gift, the gift of time - both girls are napping at the same time which hasn't happened but maybe once since Baby J was born.  I was able to spend a good amount of time reading my Bible, journaling, praying, and just being. This is the day... this is the day that the Lord has made. I'm going to be glad and rejoice in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6103762569749094160?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6103762569749094160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6103762569749094160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6103762569749094160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6103762569749094160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-glad.html' title='So glad'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Sxg_SL6rKsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ty8ZSeOXAsU/s72-c/IMG_3491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-9091662500076304467</id><published>2009-10-25T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:21:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SuS_kyCHGdI/AAAAAAAAAjY/77eH4s8R5ZA/s1600-h/IMG_7146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SuS_kyCHGdI/AAAAAAAAAjY/77eH4s8R5ZA/s320/IMG_7146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396648892123519442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SuS_gKnFudI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/t3h1nVVMuQ4/s1600-h/IMG_7190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SuS_gKnFudI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/t3h1nVVMuQ4/s320/IMG_7190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396648812821723602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been CRAZY at the Perdue household.  We've had fleas (yes, they are still here and we had to quickly evacuate yesterday while the Orkin man came back to spray).  If you know me, you know I really don't like things out of order, I don't prefer surprises, and I like to at least think that I have things under control.  God has been stretching me in the midst of all that's going on this month.  It's been rough, but it's an answer to my prayers.  Before Juliette was born, I'd been praying that God would make me thirst for Him more than I ever have before and I specifically prayed, "Do whatever it takes".  Well, God is using my circumstances to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliette is a wonderful baby, but like any newborn she is up a lot at night. During the days, Belle is adjusting to her new life with little sister and has tried to get attention by acting out and disobeying- A LOT.  She has her good moments, but it's been exhausting... On top of just having a baby, I felt really weepy and sad for a good week after Baby J came. Albeit difficult, this really brought me into God's presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had everything (and I really mean everything) organized before Belle's birthday and 6 days before Juliette's birth.  I had redone all of the closet organization, the girls' room was perfectly set up, and our house seemed cleaner than it had ever been.  The flea bombings/spraying has changed a lot of that.  We've had help (thank you family!) getting things back together, but it's not how I had it or where I want it to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough whining.  This is about God's grace in my life... These past two weeks I've been praying so much more, feel closer to God, and have spent much more time in my Bible.  There's no coincidence.  I continually think of 2 Corinthians 12:9. It says, 'But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.'  I know that MANY people go through MUCH more difficult times, but this is my piece.  Life's hard right now, but God is good.  Along with my prayer to thirst for God every moment, I'm praying that I'll enjoy the here and now.  I recently heard something that will stick with me.  A friend told me regarding raising little ones that, "The days are long, but the years are short".  It's hard to remember on a daily basis, but it's so true. I'm SO grateful God has blessed us with two healthy, beautiful daughters.  The displayed pictures are from yesterday.  Despite the chaos, Juliette is still thriving and precious.  Belle enjoyed a trip to the pumpkin patch with her aunties while we were getting the house ready for the Orkin Man. His grace is sufficient for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-9091662500076304467?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/9091662500076304467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=9091662500076304467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9091662500076304467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9091662500076304467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-grace.html' title='His Grace'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SuS_kyCHGdI/AAAAAAAAAjY/77eH4s8R5ZA/s72-c/IMG_7146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2817548974499056584</id><published>2009-10-07T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:10:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to Make Your 37th Week of Pregnancy Whiz By</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Belle was a week after the due date.  Every day post September 28, 2006 felt like eternity and I truly got a little depressed each night I went to bed until October 4, 2006. I've been preparing myself that Juliette may come late.  Due to various pains and prenatal issues I've been hoping that Juliette will come a little bit early.  I'm telling myself it would make up for Belle being "late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are considered 'full-term' at week 37.  While many people don't deliver at this time, I think most pregnant women think, "Great!  The baby is ready and if I have the baby this week I won't have to be pregnant for another 3+ weeks..."  That's what I thought with Belle, and the thought crossed my mind early last week.  HOWEVER, I am praying to God that Juliette does not come right now for at least another week or two.  Here are 3 ways to make the last weeks of your pregnancy whiz by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a child with a birthday- Belle's birthday was this weekend.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have car trouble- Jackson noticed his brakes were making a metal on metal sound on Saturday.  I had to take the car to the shop on Monday and was 'stranded' at my mom's place (with a big 'baby's coming- gotta get this done' list) from 8am until 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a flea infestation- I'm not joking.  We got a glider rocking chair from someone and we're guessing at this point that it had flea eggs in the cushion.  We had to bomb our house last night and I'm still cleaning dishes and clothes due to the gas residue as I type- well the dishwasher and washer/dryer are cleaning right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, but I'm sort of keyed up because I feel like I have so much to do.  Maybe I'm nesting... Anyhow, I have yet to pack and do the 'baby's coming- gotta get this done' list.  It keeps getting shuffled out due to all these random things cropping up. It seems crazy to me that I'll be 38 weeks on Friday and the due date is approaching so quickly. That being said, let's hope Juliette doesn't make her appearance until week 39 at the earliest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2817548974499056584?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2817548974499056584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2817548974499056584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2817548974499056584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2817548974499056584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/10/ways-to-make-your-37th-week-of.html' title='Ways to Make Your 37th Week of Pregnancy Whiz By'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4857852561984254095</id><published>2009-10-03T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:21:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Belle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SsfcGLBSI0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IkMs868tuwI/s1600-h/IMG_6986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SsfcGLBSI0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IkMs868tuwI/s320/IMG_6986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388517477767586626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost.  Belle is turning 3 tomorrow, October 4th (right around 3 am).  It is so hard to believe that three years have passed, and yet it's even more difficult to remember life without Belle.  She's a joy, a beauty, and a treasure.  We had Belle's Ariel-themed third birthday party today at Grammy and Papa's place and it was a blast.  There was pizza, a jumpy house, lots of generous gifts for Belle to open, and a pinata.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle's life is a celebration and I can not imagine our lives without her.  She is truly a miracle and gift from God.  Happy Birthday Princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-4857852561984254095?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4857852561984254095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4857852561984254095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4857852561984254095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4857852561984254095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-belle.html' title='Happy Birthday Belle!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SsfcGLBSI0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/IkMs868tuwI/s72-c/IMG_6986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-7727580019146048064</id><published>2009-09-23T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:46:26.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jackson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SrrrD8ZVLbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wAw3rKM999M/s1600-h/IMG_6507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SrrrD8ZVLbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wAw3rKM999M/s320/IMG_6507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384874757459357106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson turned 29 today.  I praise God for making such an amazing man of God, husband, daddy, and friend.  This morning as I was getting up I thought of all of the birthdays that we've celebrated together (this birthday is the 7th birthday that I've been a part of), and all of the birthdays that will come.  Jackson's life is a big deal to me and a lot of other people.  He's awesome. I plan on coordinating something pretty big for his 30th in 2010. Happy Birthday to Jackson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-7727580019146048064?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/7727580019146048064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=7727580019146048064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7727580019146048064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7727580019146048064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-jackson.html' title='Happy Birthday Jackson!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SrrrD8ZVLbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wAw3rKM999M/s72-c/IMG_6507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1258787792266812590</id><published>2009-09-06T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:19:25.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Budding Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SqPf5zEwwMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rNtCf9QFLC0/s1600-h/Belle%27s+Drawing+Sept+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SqPf5zEwwMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rNtCf9QFLC0/s320/Belle%27s+Drawing+Sept+09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378388564066222274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle has loved drawing and doing crafts since before she could even talk.  As an aside, I enjoy making crafts, although drawing has never been a forte for me. Yesterday, Jackson and I were talking and doing things to help him get ready (he's preaching at Crossroads this weekend) and Belle announced that she was drawing a picture for her Grammy on an envelope.  She was laying on her tummy with her legs up and worked quietly for a good 10 minutes.  When I checked on her and saw an actual drawing, I was positive that Jackson had drawn a smiley face in the center of the envelope and Belle was just adding strokes to the hair around the picture.  Belle smiled and said, "This is Tati (Auntie) Kara". I asked Jackson and simultaneously showed him Belle's drawing and he said, "You drew that for her!"  When we realized she drew it on her own, we praised her and were both pretty shocked.  She isn't even 3 yet, neither of us are artists, and while she does a lot of crafts with me she doesn't draw every day... There's more!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the parental praise, Belle said, "I'm going to do some more drawings..." She went back to work and after another 10 minutes she brought out the envelope and told a story for each character she had drawn.  "Auntie Kara is in the middle; she's happy".  "I'm there" (the little smiley face on the left). "Juliette is there and she has an owwie on her belly button and she's angry"- I had just told her yesterday that Juliette can't take a bath right away because she will have an owwie on her belly button for a little bit. When I asked her what the drawing above "Auntie Kara" was, she replied, "That's just a smiley face".  Then she pointed at the smallest drawing above the picture of her and she said, "that's a pretend eye".  I am often surprised by the things Belle says and already knows, but this drawing shocked both Jackson and I.  This picture looks as good if not better than some of the first grade drawings that I collected in class last fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1258787792266812590?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1258787792266812590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1258787792266812590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1258787792266812590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1258787792266812590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-budding-artist.html' title='Our Budding Artist'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SqPf5zEwwMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rNtCf9QFLC0/s72-c/Belle%27s+Drawing+Sept+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-285916735109688478</id><published>2009-08-29T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:55:14.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay At Home Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Splqrde9C5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-AwXsgudzr0/s1600-h/housewife"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Splqrde9C5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-AwXsgudzr0/s320/housewife" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375444925124774802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a stay at home mom.  School hasn't started in some districts yet (which means there's a small, tiny chance I may be offered a teaching job), although Jackson and I have decided that regardless of a job offer I am going to stay home this year.  I am SOOOO excited.  God has overwhelmingly surpassed our expectations and hopes by giving Jackson a wonderful job. He's doing a stellar job and he loves it. The pay (not to mention awesome full family benefits that start next week) is enough to allow us to make it just fine living on his income alone. After graduating college, I was asked (a few months before I met Jackson) what I wanted to be and I immediately replied, "a wife and a stay at home mom".  The desire to be in the home providing for my family has always been a strong pull in my heart. I've had to work for the past five years and I intend on working once it's doable as a teacher, but for now I am stoked to stay home.  I know it's going to be a big job (bigger than I can even fathom I'm sure), but I'm gearing up and counting my blessings.  In the past month I've been able to spend special time with Belle, maintain our home that way I've always wanted to (let's say the bedding is finally being washed consistently and dinner is ready for Jackson when he gets home), and spend time with dear friends (yea for Lindsey being in California).  I know that my God is a big God and I have been experiencing his amazing provision in my life more than ever during this season.  Ephesians 3:20-21 keeps coming to mind... I love this verse: Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-285916735109688478?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/285916735109688478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=285916735109688478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/285916735109688478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/285916735109688478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/08/stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Stay At Home Mom'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Splqrde9C5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/-AwXsgudzr0/s72-c/housewife' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2040381104713498917</id><published>2009-07-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:50:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Smx7NaGF8AI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2bWRv_udvSo/s1600-h/IMG_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Smx7NaGF8AI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2bWRv_udvSo/s320/IMG_4151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362796726564810754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 7 months (28 weeks pregnant) this Friday.  While a lot has happened and some days feel long, it seems like this pregnancy is whizzing by. I am so excited to hold Juliette Grace in my arms, but I am feeling pensive and reflective as her birth draws closer. Here are some of my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If Juliette decides to come on time, we only have a little more than 12 weeks with just the three of us in our home.   &lt;br /&gt;- I'm more scared of labor than I was with Belle (I guess because I know what to expect...)&lt;br /&gt;- What will Juliette look like? On Friday, my doctor told me she's small (not unhealthy or anything). I told my doc that Belle was a week overdue and 6.5 pounds and my MD told me that Juliette will probably be a little baby too. &lt;br /&gt;- I CAN'T believe that Belle is almost three.  I remember the day she was born... (enjoy the picture above).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2040381104713498917?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2040381104713498917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2040381104713498917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2040381104713498917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2040381104713498917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/07/pregnancy-update.html' title='Pregnancy Update'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Smx7NaGF8AI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2bWRv_udvSo/s72-c/IMG_4151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4317735183377758518</id><published>2009-07-07T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:37:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SlQUUiBQPDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uTaoNHEKJ7Y/s1600-h/IMG_6183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SlQUUiBQPDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uTaoNHEKJ7Y/s320/IMG_6183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355928199812365362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and I are going to celebrate our 5 year anniversary this Friday.  Five years.  I can definitely say that I love Jackson a billion times more (or a really really high number) than I did on our wedding day.  He is awesome.  Here are five reasons why I love Jackson Perdue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He loves God and lives out his faith.&lt;br /&gt;2. He makes me want to be a better person (Christ-follower, student, teacher, mom, citizen, etc.) because he's always striving to better himself.&lt;br /&gt;3. He makes me laugh- a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4. He's an incredible dad (his two daughters are two of the luckiest girls on this earth).&lt;br /&gt;5. I love the way he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SlQUQP4JIbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/T2rgui7vOHI/s1600-h/410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SlQUQP4JIbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/T2rgui7vOHI/s320/410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355928126222836146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-4317735183377758518?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4317735183377758518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4317735183377758518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4317735183377758518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4317735183377758518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/07/five.html' title='The Five'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SlQUUiBQPDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uTaoNHEKJ7Y/s72-c/IMG_6183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-496866109179804675</id><published>2009-06-27T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:38:54.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Teachers, No More Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SkZLJbU2qOI/AAAAAAAAATs/c01jcU-s5_4/s1600-h/finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SkZLJbU2qOI/AAAAAAAAATs/c01jcU-s5_4/s320/finish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047832502544610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well there may still be a teacher, but the teacher (with a Master's) will be me! Dah...Dah-Dah-Dah... Duh...Duh (this is supposed to resemble the Pomp and Circumstance tune). Today I finished my last class and now have a Master of Education Specializing in Best Practices.  I am SO thankful to God for his blessings and provision in allowing me to further my education. I could not have done this without Jackson, my best friend and partner.  He made a lot of sacrifices (praying for me, making dinner, watching Belle extra, cleaning the house, etc.) to help me earn this degree. I also couldn't have done this without my mom. My mom watched Belle for countless hours while we worked and completed hours upon hours of school work. I'm especially grateful for God's timing in that I finished this milestone before the birth of our second child.  I have been in school while doing life for about two years. Now, I can just live life.  Today is a day to celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-496866109179804675?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/496866109179804675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=496866109179804675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/496866109179804675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/496866109179804675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-more-teachers-no-more-books.html' title='No More Teachers, No More Books!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SkZLJbU2qOI/AAAAAAAAATs/c01jcU-s5_4/s72-c/finish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-5477779128098941370</id><published>2008-12-12T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:28:03.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SUL95c6SI3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8ICH_MJiGBI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SUL95c6SI3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8ICH_MJiGBI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279060876686664562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my 'solo week' today.  I'm ecstatic on the inside, but tired and ready for the weekend physically and emotionally.  My first grade placement is very different from the third grade placement I had at the beginning of the year.  My third grade solo week flew by and it hardly felt like a solo week.  Third graders are so much more independent and I think that the class was overall an 'easier class'.  The class I'm currently in is (according to my master teacher's 21 years of experience) the most difficult class ever. Incessant tattling, crying, squirming, oozing, and touching.... I feel as if I should get some sort of plaque or recognition for solo-ing in the first grade class this week.  I guess that's called a teaching credential.  I have 3 instructional weeks left until I'm an official teacher of California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-5477779128098941370?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/5477779128098941370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=5477779128098941370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5477779128098941370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5477779128098941370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/12/flying-solo.html' title='Flying Solo'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SUL95c6SI3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8ICH_MJiGBI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8804347190002395329</id><published>2008-11-20T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:37:11.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SSYCpj99rAI/AAAAAAAAADw/4HTilpl0wcQ/s1600-h/IMG_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SSYCpj99rAI/AAAAAAAAADw/4HTilpl0wcQ/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270903326936771586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle is awesome.  She has such an amazing personality.  She's really smart.  Her sense of humor is really coming out.  Overall, she loves life. Jackson and I have realized that she has a natural taste for the finer things in life.  For example, she loves tea and having tea parties.  Most girls do, but Belle truly thrives on 'cheering cups' with us and sips her tea with her pinky finger up at all times.  She loves pedicures and can say, "pedicures".  At least every other day she exclaims, "Let's paint toes!"  We have started making fresh orange juice (a trend that won't be able to continue at the rate Belle wants it to)and it's of course another one of Belle's new favorite activities.  Sometimes, it's been a challenge to get Belle in the bath tub.  I recently brought out a blow up pool toy and Belle now clamors to get into the bath.  Her most recent love is lounging in the bath on her floatie and while the water from the faucet hits her toes.    I love having a girl... I love being Belle's mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8804347190002395329?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8804347190002395329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8804347190002395329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8804347190002395329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8804347190002395329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/11/belle-rocks.html' title='Belle rocks!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SSYCpj99rAI/AAAAAAAAADw/4HTilpl0wcQ/s72-c/IMG_4426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-9136920082283960273</id><published>2008-11-16T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:19:21.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>Today was the first preview service for the &lt;a href="http://www.southbaychurch.org"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; Jackson and I are helping launch.  I had a great time and am excited to see what the future holds... what God is going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-9136920082283960273?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/9136920082283960273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=9136920082283960273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9136920082283960273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9136920082283960273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-stuff.html' title='Good Stuff'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6361753597312335914</id><published>2008-10-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:06:20.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SQHYc8icWvI/AAAAAAAAADo/dzbGvgwThqQ/s1600-h/impatience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SQHYc8icWvI/AAAAAAAAADo/dzbGvgwThqQ/s320/impatience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260723831543978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been known for my over zealous anticipation (this is a nice way of saying my impatience).  When I was young, I would bribe my sisters to tell me what presents they or my parents got for me. I was agonizing over when Belle would come three weeks before she was even due.  Wouldn't you know she was born a week after her due date?  Patience does not come easy for most, and it certainly is a struggle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just 'can't wait':&lt;br /&gt;-For my hubby and I to be full-fledged teachers and have teaching positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will always be something that I just have to have or can't wait to have, so for now, I will choose to be happy with today.  I get to sport a fellow teacher's school logo polo for the last day of 'Vote No on Drugs Week', teach math and language arts lessons to an awesome third grade class, and give sweet Belle a kiss and hug when she wakes up.  Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6361753597312335914?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6361753597312335914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6361753597312335914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6361753597312335914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6361753597312335914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SQHYc8icWvI/AAAAAAAAADo/dzbGvgwThqQ/s72-c/impatience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-9206443824407910641</id><published>2008-10-21T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:57:30.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SP3STstcknI/AAAAAAAAADg/SFlAk78IFFo/s1600-h/IMG_4391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SP3STstcknI/AAAAAAAAADg/SFlAk78IFFo/s320/IMG_4391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259591175699731058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jackson and I are having a blast hanging out with Belle right now.  We always have loved playing with her, but it's getting more fun with each passing day.  Last night, Belle and I were playing after dinner (Jackson was still working). Belle said, "Mommy, I need my crown".  I reminded her where she could find her fairly new Cinderella tiara and she quickly retrieved it.  Then, I asked her if she wanted to wear her princess skirt (glittery, pink tutu- yes, she got one for her birthday).  She ran to her closet to grab her skirt as if to say, "Is there even a question? Of course I'll be donning on my princess skirt."  After she had her crown and skirt in place, she began to spin around in circles singing, "I--- am a princess! I-- am a princess!"  My heart was bursting.  I actually video taped her and I playing for about 20 minutes and snapped a few photos, two of which are on this post. I pray that Belle will always know she is a princess. She is certainly Daddy and Mommy's princess, but she is also God's princess and will one day make a very lucky prince very happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SP3RLJ1UdzI/AAAAAAAAADY/vudM12Ej4_o/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SP3RLJ1UdzI/AAAAAAAAADY/vudM12Ej4_o/s320/IMG_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259589929386932018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-9206443824407910641?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/9206443824407910641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=9206443824407910641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9206443824407910641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9206443824407910641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-princess.html' title='My Princess'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SP3STstcknI/AAAAAAAAADg/SFlAk78IFFo/s72-c/IMG_4391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2670822040297335017</id><published>2008-10-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:12:25.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soul Revolution</title><content type='html'>I am currently in a family or small group at church and have been reading the book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Revolution&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by John Burke, for the past couple of weeks. The book has a challenge that I have taken on.  The challenge is that for 60 days every 60 minutes, you stop (with the reminder of an alarm via cell phone, timer, or watch) and think about God.  The first week, I thought about God's character and His presence with me moment by moment.  This past week, I have prayed for people in my group every hour, I've evaluated whether I was doing what God would want me to do the past hour, and have been more cognizant of being filled by God's Spirit. I started a mini-blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soulrevolution&lt;/span&gt;.net although you have to be a member (free) to view the blog... here are the entries I've posted thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulrevolution.net/blog/thought/?t=415"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just Started&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;small&gt; Monday, October 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008 (&lt;a href="http://soulrevolution.net/blog/thoughts_days/?d=6"&gt;day 6/60&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;I joined my small group and attended for the first time last week (Tuesday). Before going to group, I thought multiple times about just not going-ever. I hadn't read the whole 3 chapters I was supposed to read and I was tired and had so much to do. Needless to say, I have started the 60-60 experiment. I've forgotten a dozen times to reset my timer or my phone has been on silent, although for the most part... I'm in constant connection with God. It's amazing. I have only started and I feel like God is drawing me closer into His presence moment by moment. Sinful desires and selfish thoughts are dissipating. They are there, but less tempting and seemingly ugly. I feel as if a whole new me has just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulrevolution.net/blog/thought/?t=472"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just Trust and Be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;small&gt; Tuesday, October 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight at small group, Jennifer (our small group leader) asked us to close our eyes and focus on the 'here and now', as she read some verses. Then, she asked us to be still. 'Being still' has always been hard for me as I think it is hard for most everyone. During quiet time or prayer sessions, I start to think about all the things I need to do, should be doing, and then I think about how I shouldn't be thinking those things. It was different tonight. I really listened and I heard. I believe that God told me two specific things. (1) Stop planning- just trust. My family and close friends know (and even the people I don't know that well that have just started to work with me know) I am a planner. I love to be and stay organized, I like to be in control, and I always like to plan. The idea of trusting and just 'be-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;' is not new to me. However, tonight I really heard the Spirit telling me... just 'be'. That leads me to the second item. (2) Stop performing- just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulrevolution.net/blog/thought/?t=486"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Desire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;small&gt; Wednesday, October 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008 (&lt;a href="http://soulrevolution.net/blog/thoughts_days/?d=8"&gt;day 8/60&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do I desire? I would like to say I desire God and Him alone. There have been few times where I can say that this has been an ultimate truth for me. I long for God, but I also long for love, acceptance, and success on my terms. These things can be in partnership and not necessarily conflict with devout connection to God, but when it comes down to it, I am sad to say that I desire God and _______. I was impacted by last week's reading. I completely relate to John Burke's desires of walking with God as long as things go along with his plans. I'm a doer, not a 'be-er'. I like control, not surrender. I want God and only God as long as x and y (my plans) are conveniently packaged into the whole deal. What do I desire today? I desire for God to change me every day. I long to say that there are few times I don't truly desire God versus few times that I desire Him alone. I believe that 60-60 is helping me find my true and real desire- God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-2670822040297335017?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2670822040297335017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2670822040297335017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2670822040297335017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2670822040297335017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-soul-revolution.html' title='My Soul Revolution'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-8707426934343937613</id><published>2008-09-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:13:57.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Modern Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SNpnBFfMOgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hndQRvG1HXI/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SNpnBFfMOgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hndQRvG1HXI/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249621584004266498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a heart attack late Monday morning.  Mom, Dad, and their Japanese international student went to Lake Tahoe for a long weekend get away.  As dad was driving to Zephyr Cove, he told us that he was sweating, had horrible chest pain, and mom shared that he looked so pale he matched his current hospital gown (it's ivory/buttercup colored material).  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, things seemed to be fine and the news was that dad was just getting some surface treatment (IVs, simple tests, etc.).  I actually thought he was not feeling well due to the altitude and extra activity. Suddenly, we found out he had to stay overnight due to some positive tests (minor heart damage being one of the things that came up 'positive' on the tests).  Tuesday morning, Jackson woke me up to tell me dad was moved from the hospital in Tahoe to Mercy General in Sac. We (me, Belle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Happy 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday :-), and Shannon) drove up and arrived in Sacramento in time for lunch. As an aside, two of my nurse friends have confirmed that Mercy Gen is great for heart treatment and it was encouraging that they had a department dedicated to cardiology.  Yesterday afternoon, dad had an angioplasty and one heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was put into his heart.  I'm still waiting for a call to confirm that he gets to come home today.  I know that God has been with dad and us all the way, and I truly thank God for modern medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here are the awesome (there's lots) things about my dad, Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cornelio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He is a self taught musician.  It's amazing, really.  He can play the piano and guitar really well, and has never had one formal lesson.&lt;br /&gt;- He's the most dependable person ever.  I have a fond and recent memory of my dad dropping everything to help videotape me delivering a lesson to a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade class.  After the lesson, he asked if I wanted to go to lunch with him.  During our lunch, he received 5 phone calls and was talking about things I've never heard of (engineer stuff).  He kept putting off these important calls to just have lunch with me.&lt;br /&gt;- He is a wonderful dad.&lt;div&gt;- Lots of people (including me) think he has a funny sense of humor- sometimes embarrassing if your his daughter, but he's really funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He loves people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- He gives sacrificially of his time, talents, and resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-8707426934343937613?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/8707426934343937613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=8707426934343937613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8707426934343937613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/8707426934343937613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-god-for-modern-medicine.html' title='Thank God for Modern Medicine'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SNpnBFfMOgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hndQRvG1HXI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6599402464072886101</id><published>2008-09-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:51:44.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>Teaching and Parenting</title><content type='html'>First off, I definitely want to teach 3rd grade now. I've been in my current teaching placement for 13 days as of this past Friday, and I LOVE it.  Not just like, "Yea, kids are cool... teaching is great".  More like, "I am enthralled by teaching and all it entails- I want to be the best teacher I can be" type deal. To date, I've received encouraging feedback such as "You have the teaching gene...  You're a natural...You could teach your own class right now".  I share this not to toot my horn, well maybe a little tooting is happening in this post, but I am trying to emphasize how much I love what I do and how I love being good at what I do.  I am saddened that I only have 6 weeks (yes Jackson, 6.0 weeks) left with my third graders until my next placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching makes me a better parent.  Parenting, I believe, makes me a better teacher.  Belle and I have been to the library about 5 times since I've started teaching because I actually have time to go to the library before the evening routine begins.  She is semi-obsessed with the library and can identify the public building about a quarter mile away. Also, I have more energy to invest in and be consistent with my precious daughter. All in all, I love that what I do on a daily basis (as a teacher and a parent)and that is makes a positive difference and is fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6599402464072886101?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6599402464072886101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6599402464072886101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6599402464072886101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6599402464072886101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/09/teaching-and-parenting.html' title='Teaching and Parenting'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1289504755613527244</id><published>2008-09-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:16:37.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Offical Lesson (for Student Teaching)</title><content type='html'>Today was my first formal observation.  My supervisor came in and watched me deliver a math lesson about pictographs and other graphs to 21 3rd graders.  It went well.  I was initially nervous about the whole observation situation.  When I started the lesson, it felt natural and I loved every minute of interacting with the students.  I had some positive feedback and am excited to keep teaching.  Every day I'm in the classroom, I'm more sure that I was meant to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized  that I only have 7.4 weeks left with my master teacher and the class I'm in and I'm actually sad.  I'll be happy to have a new learning experience of course (in my next 9 week student teaching placement), but I LOVE the kids in the class and the teaching skills I'm learning from my master teacher. Also, I love 3rd grade.  I think I may want to teach 3rd grade now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1289504755613527244?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1289504755613527244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1289504755613527244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1289504755613527244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1289504755613527244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-offical-lesson-for-student.html' title='First Offical Lesson (for Student Teaching)'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1745846902378506763</id><published>2008-08-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:20:27.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Teaching Starts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SLdxX7p0ceI/AAAAAAAAACw/tbqlfnjgQys/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239781347432886754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SLdxX7p0ceI/AAAAAAAAACw/tbqlfnjgQys/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my master teacher on Monday of this week. We started Staff Development Days yesterday. I am getting so excited to meet the third graders that will be walking through Mr. C's and my door (I'm even going to have a sign on the door that says, "Mrs. Perdue"- yes!) on September 3rd. Staff Development Days have been interesting. There's a lot I'm learning and excited about. There's also a bit of tedious tasks and discussions that seem pointless. All of the staff have been really welcoming and helpful, and my fears of being the outsider 'new-kid-on-the-block' are quickly dissipating. As I have been sitting in the meetings and trying to take everything in, I keep thinking to myself, "Why did I not do this four years ago!?!?". Well, it may have been something more like three or two and a half years ago, but still... I have really found something that I love, I'm really good at (well, will be eventually :-)), and will provide for my family. I am on information-overload, but one of the biggest things I've seen at these staff in-service days is the importance of parent involvement. My mom always helped in my classes and my parents were always advocates for my education. Not every kid has that. I of course can't give names or full details, but my heart broke when I saw that one student was absent for almost half of the entire school year last year. The notes indicated that the parents were not involved and did not take the child's education seriously. Parent involvement is key. I will be 110% involved in Belle's education. Moreover, I want to try to reach those parents and students that don't understand this crucial element or just don't care. I'm not fully sure how to do this... I have some ideas. I also realize that reaching each and every person is not realistic. I will make a difference in many people's lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1745846902378506763?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1745846902378506763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1745846902378506763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1745846902378506763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1745846902378506763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/08/student-teaching-starts.html' title='Student Teaching Starts!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SLdxX7p0ceI/AAAAAAAAACw/tbqlfnjgQys/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3439964948013470268</id><published>2008-08-23T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:53:28.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Cornelio Circle of Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SLCRWyEgOBI/AAAAAAAAACo/18WdvLcJPd4/s1600-h/jds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237846187215697938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SLCRWyEgOBI/AAAAAAAAACo/18WdvLcJPd4/s320/jds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love my family. I really do. We are far from perfect, but I feel so blessed to be in the family that I'm in. This post is dedicated to Dad and Shannon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we had a birthday party for my dad at my parent's house. We had Karaoke, Texas Hold 'Em, and a lot of good food. It was a blast. I love the 'get-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; that happen at my parent's place because there's always awesome food, great people, and good music. As I was looking around at the people that came to the party I was reminded of how many people are woven into my parent's lives, and in turn, my life. My dad and I have not always seen eye to eye, and there's been a lot of misunderstandings between us throughout my childhood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adolescence. &lt;/span&gt;However, I am so happy to say that my dad and I now have a good relationship it is so fun to share friends and good times together. Happy Birthday Dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, my sister Shannon and I have become a lot closer over the past two years. Shannon came to work at The Shed Shop in August 2006 right before I had Belle and we've had the chance to work together for almost two years. I am so proud of who Shannon is and who she's becoming. I have learned so much more about her past (the years we didn't talk all of the time) and her heart over these two years and will always treasure this season of life we had together. On my last day of work- make that the last couple weeks of work, we both cried a few times and reminisced on how much we've done together. Shannon has so much God-given talent it's almost ridiculous. She has a great memory, learns things really fast, and knows a lot about a lot of things.  I am so happy to see her happy and I know that this year is going to be a really special one for Shannon.  I'm getting really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for her and Eddie's wedding this spring... Recycling Shannon's words pertaining to my last day at The Shed Shop, "It will be a day of celebration!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-3439964948013470268?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3439964948013470268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3439964948013470268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3439964948013470268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3439964948013470268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/08/cornelio-circle-of-trust.html' title='The Cornelio Circle of Trust'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SLCRWyEgOBI/AAAAAAAAACo/18WdvLcJPd4/s72-c/jds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-4903503361716514419</id><published>2008-08-12T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:40:27.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>An Amazing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SKJj0hbqdDI/AAAAAAAAACY/j0NyvHhFdjE/s1600-h/IMG_3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SKJj0hbqdDI/AAAAAAAAACY/j0NyvHhFdjE/s200/IMG_3607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233855470936683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday- August 11th, 2008- was an amazing day.  I got to see my dear friend, Shaya Kahali, get baptized.  It was a bit surreal.  I have been praying that Shaya would come to have a personal relationship with God since we were in high school.  Shaya shared with the entire Crossroads service that she knows God has been pursuing her for all of these years, she believes that Jesus Christ died for her sins, and that she wants to have a relationship with God from now through eternity.  While Shaya was sharing, I had one of those smiles that made my mouth feel like it was going to rip.  Simultaneously, I had tears welling in my eyes and thought I was going to start bawling hysterically with overwhelming joy a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SKJkhgAN5KI/AAAAAAAAACg/DQPyr2jsvUM/s1600-h/IMG_3537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SKJkhgAN5KI/AAAAAAAAACg/DQPyr2jsvUM/s200/IMG_3537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233856243647243426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I got home after the baptisms on Sunday, I resurrected some of my old journals and found prayers for Shaya's life dating back to my early college days.  God is truly incredible.  He answers prayer.  He uses the most unlikely situations and times to remind us of His faithfulness.  After more than 10 years for praying for Shaya, I have seen God do awesome things in her life.  Sunday was an amazing day-- one of the best days of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-4903503361716514419?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/4903503361716514419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=4903503361716514419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4903503361716514419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/4903503361716514419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazing-day.html' title='An Amazing Day'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SKJj0hbqdDI/AAAAAAAAACY/j0NyvHhFdjE/s72-c/IMG_3607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-3036190976849561638</id><published>2008-08-05T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:11:04.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>Meet Mrs. Perdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJtcdV7nXpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YCxss5v8IsQ/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231877051294113426" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJtcdV7nXpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YCxss5v8IsQ/s320/teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJjj7CUs_2I/AAAAAAAAACA/aNYgRhhGoEA/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time has come...I am going to be a teacher. I will really be Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perdue&lt;/span&gt;. I am still semi-crossing my fingers that I will get an internship (a.k.a. a paid job versus being some other teacher's indentured servant), although I am simply excited to get into the classroom. Right now, I'm slated to student teach 3rd grade at an elementary school in northern Fremont and then either Kindergarten or 1st grade at an elementary school in the Mission district of Fremont. After that, I'll have my credential and will be an official teacher in the beautiful State of California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went to get my undergrad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UCSB&lt;/span&gt;, I had no idea what I wanted to do job-wise. For awhile, I thought I wanted to be an accountant and so I majored in Business Economics and Communication. I loved my time in college.  I met amazing friends, and fell more in love with Jesus. I did not, however, figure out what job would suit me best. Jackson and I met right after college, and I knew immediately that my priorities were (1) God, (2) Jackson, and then (3) Job. I quit my crazy commute/work overtime-all-the-time job with the promise of high pay to keep those priorities true to real life. I have officially been working at The Shed Shop (5 minute commute, 8:30-5 not-so-much-overtime) for four years. I've learned a lot in the past four years. I will save my pearls of wisdom for a future post, but I will say now that I am so happy that I am able to enter the teaching world this fall. I love teaching. I have yet to be a classroom for a full semester (well, more than one day a week), but I know it's what I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do. Next to God and my wonderful family, I truly believe that I am meant to be a teacher. I love working with kids, I'm super organized, and love learning. I am even more ecstatic that Jackson is going to be a teacher, too. This year will be rough. One of us or both of us may not have a full time position (paid job). We'll both be finishing class work and jumping through the hoops of being the 'newbie' teacher. Regardless of how tough it will be, we both can now see light at the end of the tunnel. Summers together as a family... Janelle not working every Saturday... Doing something that we're passionate about and love... Being home earlier in the evening...Having a pretty good salary and retirement situation... On July 10, 2004 I became Mrs. Perdue. Now, I'll be hearing that title more often! &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/1403831004320884700-3036190976849561638?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/3036190976849561638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=3036190976849561638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3036190976849561638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/3036190976849561638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-mrs-perdue.html' title='Meet Mrs. Perdue'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJtcdV7nXpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YCxss5v8IsQ/s72-c/teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-523055642506199071</id><published>2008-08-04T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:11:04.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I get 16 more years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJdf2JTUP_I/AAAAAAAAABw/VoNtOxE9k2o/s1600-h/B+Bows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230754876028633074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJdf2JTUP_I/AAAAAAAAABw/VoNtOxE9k2o/s320/B+Bows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that Belle is going to be 2 years old this October (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually in&lt;/span&gt; exactly 2 months today). I can't. In the same breath, I can't remember not having Belle in my life. She is a treasure. She has brought more joy to Jackson's and my life than we can begin to convey. Today, Jackson emailed me an article with a simple warning stating, "Read this and you will cry". He was right. I did cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The article is written by a mother whose daughter has just gone to college. She talks about how she misses her daughter, things will never be the same, and that she has had the privilege to pray for, live with, and enjoy her daughter for the time that God granted (18 years in her case). After I shed my tears, I felt happy because I still have 16 years of wonderful experiences with my sweet baby girl. Also, I have 2 whole months until she's a 2 years old! Here's the article: &lt;a href="http://www.internetmonk.com/articles/C/college.html"&gt;http://www.internetmonk.com/articles/C/college.html&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-523055642506199071?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/523055642506199071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=523055642506199071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/523055642506199071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/523055642506199071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-only-have-16-years-left.html' title='I get 16 more years!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJdf2JTUP_I/AAAAAAAAABw/VoNtOxE9k2o/s72-c/B+Bows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1159417259638811333</id><published>2008-07-30T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:11:04.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Revolutionary Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJDaO9M43uI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZUoJ80CI7NQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228919117858791138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJDaO9M43uI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZUoJ80CI7NQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just ordered a new book that I just can't wait to read... "Revolutionary Parenting". I heard the author of this book, George Barna, on the radio yesterday and believe that this book will be a great help and encouragement to me as a parent. Jackson, too. When Belle (and any other little Perdues that become a part of our family) grows up, I want her to be a spiritual champion. I long for her to love Christ and give her entire life to him. George said something profound that will stick with me. He said, "Before anything, we as parents need to love our kids into the presence of God". As it should be, I am reminded that it doesn't matter how much academic content Belle knows (let me tell you, it's already a lot at a mere 22 months- she knows concepts such as 'almost', 'backwards', and 'careful'!), how talented she is (the girl has rhythm and athleticism already), or what she does (I've already envisioned Belle being a leader among leaders)... She needs Christ.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1159417259638811333?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1159417259638811333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1159417259638811333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1159417259638811333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1159417259638811333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/07/revolutionary-parenting.html' title='Revolutionary Parenting'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/SJDaO9M43uI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZUoJ80CI7NQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-7965287156941777513</id><published>2008-01-04T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:38:43.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't really blogged more (as mentioned as a goal in a previous post), but I'll try update more often this year. I can't believe it's a new year... 2008. Jackson's 10 year high school reunion is this summer (or spring- TBD), Belle will be 2 years old in fall, and we are planning to get pregnant towards the end of this year. My sister, Shannon, got engaged over Christmas and has a wedding date set for the end of February '09. I haven't really made any 'new year resolutions', but I do plan on shedding some pounds (I don't think I can attribute my weight to post partum with a 15 month old at this point...  :-) ), getting away with Jackson more, saving more money, and most important- working with Jackson to build a Christ-centered family where we have time to both serve and relax together. Happy New Year! I'll blog soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-7965287156941777513?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/7965287156941777513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=7965287156941777513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7965287156941777513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/7965287156941777513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-5291217991359149832</id><published>2007-09-22T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:40:13.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year....</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Fall... Autumn... what have you. I have seasonal decor for every season and I love to decorate.  However, putting out the fall decorations just makes me happy. Cute scarecrows, pumpkins, leaves, and sweet, rich candles make me giddy. This year Belle and I are making a trip out to visit my best friend, Lindsey, in West Virginia. Lindsey informed me that locals have told her that the second week in October (conveniently the time I'm coming) is one of the most beautiful weeks during fall. I will have pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Jackson's birthday is tomorrow.  He is going to be 27.  I am so glad that he was born and that he's in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-5291217991359149832?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/5291217991359149832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=5291217991359149832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5291217991359149832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/5291217991359149832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year....'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-1608174449977310944</id><published>2007-08-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:39:45.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Belle's almost one!</title><content type='html'>My baby girl is turning one in a couple of months.  It's surreal.  Jackson and I have been thinking about how to celebrate this wonderful occassion that she won't even remember.  :-)  I've been thinking of a low key event at my parents' place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm going to try to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-1608174449977310944?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/1608174449977310944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=1608174449977310944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1608174449977310944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/1608174449977310944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2007/08/belles-almost-one.html' title='Belle&apos;s almost one!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-2193031792032027826</id><published>2007-03-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:11:04.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Queen Belle Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>I love my baby more than any baby in the whole wide world. She's gorgeous, sweet, fun, and most of all... she's mine. It is one of my greatest joys to see her grow. The past 5 months have gone by so fast. Here are a few things that I have noticed about Miss Belle since October '06. (1) She loves to be "in the mix. She wants to know what every one is doing and takes on somewhat of a supervisor/managerial role when others are around her. (2) She loves the camera (and of course, the camera loves her). (3) She has an independent and strong will... I love dreaming about who Belle will be and what she will do with her life. I think that she is a super star and is going to do great things. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/RfwsUOTJFxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZVWwiwA5K6M/s1600-h/know+it+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042954408695502610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/RfwsUOTJFxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZVWwiwA5K6M/s320/know+it+all.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/1403831004320884700-2193031792032027826?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/2193031792032027826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=2193031792032027826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2193031792032027826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/2193031792032027826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2007/03/queen-belle-elizabeth.html' title='Queen Belle Elizabeth'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/RfwsUOTJFxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZVWwiwA5K6M/s72-c/know+it+all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-6206085255724904681</id><published>2007-03-04T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T10:55:59.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem!</title><content type='html'>I love God. I want to know Him more, spend more time with Him, and live a life where people want to know God because they know me. I say that He's 'number one' in my life, but when it comes to spending time with Him every day, it doesn't happen. Sure, I talk to God throughout the day, but that discipline of reading often slips through my day planner and onto "tomorrow".... Here's a quote that I LOVE and want to remember every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O, begin! Fix some part of every day for private exercises... Whether you like it or no, read and pray daily. It is your life; there is no other way: else you will be a trifler all your days... Do justice to your own soul; give it time and means to grow. Do not starve yourself any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John Wesley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-6206085255724904681?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/6206085255724904681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=6206085255724904681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6206085255724904681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/6206085255724904681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-god.html' title='Carpe Diem!'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403831004320884700.post-9089780923451203147</id><published>2007-03-03T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:11:04.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>I love my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Rencp2RUSUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC_yA8tuudM/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037800269691504962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Rencp2RUSUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC_yA8tuudM/s320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The is my first post and I'm not sure where to start. So, I'll start with the fact that I love Jackson Perdue. He's great. Jackson makes me better and brings so much joy to my life. On Monday (Febuary 25th) I was driving and listening to KLOVE and a song came on the radio entitiled, "Walk Her Home" by Mark Schultz. After less than a minute of listening to the song, I almost had to pull over because I couldn't see through a blur of tears. This song is beautiful, and makes me think of how much I love God and Jackson. I can't wait to go "home", and I can't imagine a better man than Jackson Perdue to walk me home someday. Here are the lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Schultz - Walk Her Home From the album Walk Her Home&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call Her dad said son Have her home on time And promise me you’ll never leave her side&lt;br /&gt;The way she laughed, the dress she wore He’d never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:He was walking her home And holding her handOh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him Down that old road With the stars up above He remembers where he was the night he fell in love He was walking her home&lt;br /&gt;Ten more years and a waiting room At half past one And the doctor said come in and meet your son&lt;br /&gt;His knees went weak When he saw his wife She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And as she slept he held her tightHis mind went back to that first night&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:He walked her through the best days of her life Sixty years together and he never left her side&lt;br /&gt;A nursing home At eighty-five And the doctor said it could be her last night&lt;br /&gt;And the nurse said Oh Should we tell him now Or should he wait until the morning to find out&lt;br /&gt;But when they checked her room that night He was laying by her side&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;He was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him Down that old road With the stars up above He remembers where he was the night he fell in love He was walking her home&lt;br /&gt;Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403831004320884700-9089780923451203147?l=jemperdue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/feeds/9089780923451203147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1403831004320884700&amp;postID=9089780923451203147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9089780923451203147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1403831004320884700/posts/default/9089780923451203147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemperdue.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-my-husband.html' title='I love my husband'/><author><name>Janelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08015137890430319220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/TCU4Vcy7tLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/BC1PEw1SMRA/S220/IMG_9269-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lj-gLVJaNxQ/Rencp2RUSUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC_yA8tuudM/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
