<?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-7831093</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:44:56.231-06:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Jennifer's Blurps and blogs</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, feelings, and updates of my family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-1334430978501752023</id><published>2012-01-20T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:45:24.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my life as a stay at home mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It may not be for a very long time but for now I'm a stay at home mom. And i LOVE it! Every day is wonderful watching my daughters grow. Ever day is better then the day before. Tim is a wonderful husband and he takes care of us so well. Money is tight and he didn't get a pay check this month due to the arrival of Skyler and him not working to be with us at the hospital. Life may be handing us lemons in the finance dept but my life has never been better in ever other matter. Still stings when Patience goes to her dad's for the weekend but it helps having someone to take care of when she isn't here. she is amazing my Patience. She is so smart too. Just the other day she brought home a spelling test and she made a 100!! just a few months ago she had been making 30-40's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We got Pictures made of Skyler when she was a week old. here are the pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RuSld_rr0w/Txol6j5Jt1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zGsQGnUPQGE/s1600/20120119+Skyler+Pro+Pics+%252809%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RuSld_rr0w/Txol6j5Jt1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zGsQGnUPQGE/s320/20120119+Skyler+Pro+Pics+%252809%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is more beautiful then i could have ever wished for. She is my angel!! Well my wonderful husband has went on a ice cream run so I'm gonna get off here before he gets home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a very happy girl, Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-1334430978501752023?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1334430978501752023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=1334430978501752023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1334430978501752023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1334430978501752023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-life-as-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='my life as a stay at home mom'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjyzzyyBnZI/Txol2_MX50I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rxh8yjHiGso/s72-c/20120119+Skyler+Pro+Pics+%252802%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-6225206452764777328</id><published>2012-01-08T17:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:36:46.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indroducing Skyler Rai</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c4EzP2f4Cc/TwoogkgU8UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/esKKtVz5_W4/s1600/Skyler1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c4EzP2f4Cc/TwoogkgU8UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/esKKtVz5_W4/s320/Skyler1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 2, 2012 I welcomed into the world the birth of my second daughter Skyler Rai Hubbard. She weighted 7 lbs 3 oz and was 20 inches long. She is the most beautiful lil girl since Patience. :) We where at the hospital for a day and the birth was supper easy. Life has become all about my girls and my wonderful hubby. Today i was able to cook for the first time in months. With the dizziness and problems i had in pregnancy i had not been able to do anything in a long time. Patience hasn't been around much. She has been at her dad's a lot with all the holiday's and his birthday lately. I can't wait to see her tonight and have her home for a few weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE9S67YwA_c/TwooKSCSTBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MRC-KxOwIKE/s1600/JenniferLynn2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE9S67YwA_c/TwooKSCSTBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MRC-KxOwIKE/s320/JenniferLynn2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-6225206452764777328?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6225206452764777328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=6225206452764777328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/6225206452764777328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/6225206452764777328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/indroducing-skyler-rai.html' title='Indroducing Skyler Rai'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c4EzP2f4Cc/TwoogkgU8UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/esKKtVz5_W4/s72-c/Skyler1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-6408881510853222762</id><published>2011-12-10T11:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:27:03.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqZzMRCNqGQ/TuOW7lxO9BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LN2A3J_g_lI/s1600/374758_127738724003792_100003029966568_135891_1507453045_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqZzMRCNqGQ/TuOW7lxO9BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LN2A3J_g_lI/s320/374758_127738724003792_100003029966568_135891_1507453045_n.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a newly married woman has never been better. Patience is 6 now and growing like a weed. I found out in May that i am Pregnant and in Aug we found out its a girl. I'm due now any day. (Jan 9) but already been having contractions so it won't be long. Tim got a job working as a car salesman and in Nov i lost my job because i couldn't return to work yet. So for now I'm staying at home. We are hoping i can stay home with Skyler Rai (new baby). Patience is so excited that she's gonna be a big sister. She told me just last night that she only wanted the baby for Christmas. :) she has been taking care of me like a Lil momma. Funny thing her dad is also expecting with his new wife. sometime in Feb. So she's gonna have 2 sisters at around the same time. She has never been so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KpNsGNOI_nM/TuOWzV6j8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H1Qf37dla6Y/s1600/330455_125489787562019_100003029966568_129771_774417893_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KpNsGNOI_nM/TuOWzV6j8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H1Qf37dla6Y/s320/330455_125489787562019_100003029966568_129771_774417893_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had another addition to our family this year. on Nov 21 Holly gave birth to my 2nd niece named Claire Isabella. is was so cute. I haven't seen her since she left the hospital but I'm hoping to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sblAFqfSd3k/TuOXLNXRwHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lu7C66d4QNU/s1600/SAM_1423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sblAFqfSd3k/TuOXLNXRwHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lu7C66d4QNU/s320/SAM_1423.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot has changed and still the same. I've never been as happy with my life as i am right now. I have the most loving husband, beautiful daughter, and another beautiful daughter to be here soon. we don't have a lot of money but we make up for it with happiness. after all you can't buy that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuEHzl0Lnqw/TuOXW9fr9PI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhgpRuYZ8uQ/s1600/IMAG0889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuEHzl0Lnqw/TuOXW9fr9PI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MhgpRuYZ8uQ/s320/IMAG0889.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to update between now and next year.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfapWL3jDHw/TuOXk1zoomI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hjCo2RKnWNc/s1600/317358_119837468127251_100003029966568_115942_535881226_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfapWL3jDHw/TuOXk1zoomI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hjCo2RKnWNc/s320/317358_119837468127251_100003029966568_115942_535881226_n.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-6408881510853222762?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6408881510853222762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=6408881510853222762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/6408881510853222762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/6408881510853222762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqZzMRCNqGQ/TuOW7lxO9BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LN2A3J_g_lI/s72-c/374758_127738724003792_100003029966568_135891_1507453045_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-1535726420170258872</id><published>2011-01-01T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:23:09.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New name and New year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/TR9i9yZWlJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_rJKvjkru4/s1600/married2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/TR9i9yZWlJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_rJKvjkru4/s320/married2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557269278838133906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to anounce my marrage to Tim on Dec 29, 2010. We went to the court house with my parents, Patience, Brother, and Niece. It was simple and very romantic. Didn't know we where doing it until 11 that day. We've been waiting forever and decided why? Why not do it and make it final. We are so happy. Patience is excited too that she has a step dad. Now for a baby. Everyone is waiting for that. I can't wait to grow our family. I changed the blog name since I'm no longer a Alter. Keeping my old email i figure my daughter will want to use it someday. Happy New year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Hubbard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-1535726420170258872?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1535726420170258872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=1535726420170258872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1535726420170258872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1535726420170258872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-name-and-new-year.html' title='New name and New year'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/TR9i9yZWlJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_rJKvjkru4/s72-c/married2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-3043431052892801046</id><published>2010-11-26T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:28:26.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday? Already? Wow where has this year gone? Seems like yesterday when Tim was moving in with us. But that was March. Before to long it would have been a year. Funny thing is that time really does fly when you are having fun. Things are so good for us right now. Sunny days are finally here. Patience is doing very well in school. My job is going ok. And Tim has a job working at the new movie Theater. Praise God that things are finally looking up for me. I even got the Laptop i was wanting today. Its so great I've been using my old one for years. Now it is passed down to Patience. And she couldn't be happier. She's at her dad's this weekend. I'm glad cause they indeed needed some time together. Hopefully with his work scdule this weekend he'll have some time for her. I'm about ready to pass out. Didn't sleep last night cause i was camped out in the Humboldt Walmart. But hey it was so worth it. Tim's Birthday, My Birthday and Christmas are right around the corner. Hopefully i'll get some sleep between all the stuff on my to do list.. lol goodnite, jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-3043431052892801046?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3043431052892801046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=3043431052892801046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/3043431052892801046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/3043431052892801046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-4993744918703289389</id><published>2010-08-08T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T12:24:22.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust you'll treat her well</title><content type='html'>A dear friend gave me this poem a few days ago and i could help but cry. So i thought I'd share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World:&lt;br /&gt;I bequeath to you today one little girl... In a crisp dress.. with two  blue eyes.. and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of  light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust  you'll treat her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning.. and  skipping off down the street to her fist day of school. And never again  will she completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and  independent hand this morning to say "Good bye".. and walk with little  lady steps to the school house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she'll learn to stand in a line.. and wait by the alphabet for her  name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears to the sound of  school-bells.. and deadlines.. and she'll learn to giggle.. and gossip..  and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy  across the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to  be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now  she'll learn how not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer  day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the side walk. Nor will  she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in  the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about important things. Like  grades.. and which dress to wear.. and who's best friend is whose. And  the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and  dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and  playmate and Mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship  with her teachers.. which is only right.. But, no longer will i be the  smartest women in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for  the first time.. she'll learn what it means to be a member of a group.  with all its privileges. And it's disadvantages too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud. Or  kiss dogs. Or keep frogs in Pickle jars in the bedrooms. Or even watch  ants scurry across cracks in the summer sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not  her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out  on the long, lonely journey to become a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, World. I bequeath to you today one little girl.. in a crisp dress..  with two blue eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a  flash o flight blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I  trust you'll treat her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Victor Buono&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-4993744918703289389?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4993744918703289389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=4993744918703289389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/4993744918703289389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/4993744918703289389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-trust-youll-treat-her-well.html' title='I trust you&apos;ll treat her well'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-3590250122639105379</id><published>2010-07-25T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:21:23.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>This has to be the longest summer on record. Being away from my little girl for so long has been the hardest thing I've ever done. I worked a lot trying to keep busy. Tim and I have had a lot of free time alone which has been nice but after too long my longing for my daughter has been a challenge.  Watching Tv, Reading, Playing on facebook, Has been what has been keeping me busy. I've read the first 3 books from twilight and i'm on the 4th book now. I even watched the first 2 seasons of true blood and 4 episodes of the 3rd season. But tonight my daughter returns and school is only a week away. Kindergarten. I can't believe my baby is in school. Where did the last 5 years go? To fast. It happened to fast.. Now to the next chapter. Hopefully Tim will have a job soon and we can plain the wedding. Spring hopefully. My favorite time of the year. Patience in a flower girl dress. I can see it now.. It will be beautiful. Well I must go read now. Trying to finish my book and all before she returns. ttfn, jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-3590250122639105379?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3590250122639105379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=3590250122639105379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/3590250122639105379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/3590250122639105379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-1552076858189996124</id><published>2010-05-31T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:20:53.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Happy Memorial day everyone! Spent the day hurting from this sunburn but over all it was a good day. Andy, Holly, Ellie, Mom and Dad came over for a while and Ellie played on Patience's new swing set for a while. Patience is still with her dad so was bitter sweet having everyone here. We all miss her so bad when she's not here. Talked to her again tonite she called crying missing us. Said to come get her. I talked to her dad and he said she has been fine until that point. I've told her i'd come get her whenever but it had to be ok with her dad too. He said she's been Charity's little shadow all week and she had gotten in trouble and was in her room. That Patience must had been lonely with out her. Not sure but i just want her to be happy. I'd do anything for that kid. Gonna by her the alice in wonderlant movie tomorrow. She's excide about that. Well I'm tired and hungry so i'm gonna post this and get off this thing. ttyl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-1552076858189996124?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1552076858189996124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=1552076858189996124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1552076858189996124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1552076858189996124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-819477906580685163</id><published>2010-05-30T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:58:22.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/TAKLBCGrooI/AAAAAAAAACk/tQHc4kkf5is/s1600/100_4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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I can't believe its been a week since i last saw her beautiful face. She was sleepy and had her little head on my sholder when HE got her. She had a great time last sunday playing in the slip in slide and on her new swing set Tim got her. I love her so much. I long to hear her playing in her room. 5 days to go. I get her on Friday. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-2373900457337351116?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2373900457337351116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=2373900457337351116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/2373900457337351116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/2373900457337351116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-5086831937598274840</id><published>2010-05-29T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:59:37.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;so much to write so little time. to start so much is different now. Greg and I are divorced and I'm happer then i've ever been. I meet a wonderful man named Tim and he's changed my life forever. We are engaged and loving like never before. Patience is doing very well. now 5 and graduated Preschool. She's with her dad in Memphis for the summer and i pray that she's having fun. He's a cop now in Memphis and works nights. She stays with his girlfriend at night. She's got 2 daughters and Patience's loves playing with them. Well gotta go check on a big fire we have burning in the back with garbage in it. ttyl Jen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-5086831937598274840?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5086831937598274840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=5086831937598274840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/5086831937598274840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/5086831937598274840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-beginnings.html' title='new beginnings'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-2261770229754348784</id><published>2008-09-20T21:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:42:42.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The next Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well so much thus far has happened since my last post. Guess i should begin with I did get the job at &lt;/span&gt;Rayovac&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I worked there for about 2 months. It was a great job. Great People and &lt;/span&gt;Benefits&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. But it wasn't home. So the first week of Aug we came home to look for Jobs. We went to all the Factories in Jackson. And on a last min trip to Lexington we went to Manpower. And sure enough they had a job for me. At &lt;/span&gt;Auto Zone&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of all places! So they gave me a week to Go back and quit &lt;/span&gt;Rayovac&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and pack up all my stuff. The last week up there went smoothly. Patience helped pack as did Greg. And our friends Becky and John helped &lt;/span&gt;a lot&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; too. they where great. I miss them. The plan was to pack up and move down on the Sunday. Not sure if Greg was going to stay a few extra weeks. I rented a small pull &lt;/span&gt;uhaul&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and Got it home alright. Then when we started loading her up. it didn't take long to figure out that we had more stuff than &lt;/span&gt;uhaul&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. So we planned to return in a week or two to get the rest. we had paid rent til the 31 so we figured that it was going to be &lt;/span&gt;ok&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Dad and mom helped us &lt;/span&gt;alot&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Uncle Ken let us use a storage unit out back to put all our stuff. We got back to Tn and I started my Job at AZ. I met &lt;/span&gt;a lot&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of great people. Like Emily and Megan. I even met a girl i had went to &lt;/span&gt;Elementary&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; school with. And a few that had known Dar and Hob. And of coarse a lot that new Greg from the 6 years or so that he worked there. My start date there was Aug 12. and I quit Yesterday Cause i found a full time Job. But we will come back to that in a min. We went back to Illinois the last time the last week in Aug. went up on a &lt;/span&gt;monday&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; afternoon with the largest pull &lt;/span&gt;uhaul&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that they have. packed up that &lt;/span&gt;tuesday&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and drove back that afternoon. but not before one last visit to Lisa's house. We left &lt;/span&gt;Amboy&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; around 7:30 pm and due to a driving Road block that took us an hr to go 15 miles. We didn't get to mom and Dad's til after 6 am. We where so wore out. Now we have settled in in our &lt;/span&gt;lil&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; house. Things are going well. We have been cooking almost every meal. and Greg has worked so hard outside. the porch and the yard looks &lt;/span&gt;incredible&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I start a new job on &lt;/span&gt;Monday&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. its a bill collections job and it starts at the same pay i made at &lt;/span&gt;Rayovac&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I don't know how i will like it but i guess &lt;/span&gt;I'll&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; see. Patience is doing so good. She is potty trained now. and tonight is sleeping in &lt;/span&gt;under ware&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for the first time. she loves being home with her grandparents and seeking her cousins. Missy came a few days ago bringing Amber and &lt;/span&gt;Bearett&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. and Andy Brings Ellie over &lt;/span&gt;every weekend&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. So our story has begun a new chapter. hopefully it will all be worth it in the end and those two heartbreaking years in IL will prove to have been worth something in the long run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for now so long, &lt;/span&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 299px;" src="http://a578.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/107/l_04c45496ce095f782e580585400808f1.png" /&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/7831093-2261770229754348784?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2261770229754348784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=2261770229754348784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/2261770229754348784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/2261770229754348784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-chapter.html' title='The next Chapter'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-3265796444845416167</id><published>2008-05-31T04:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:34:50.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a JOB!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure when i start yet cause I'm waiting on a drug test and background check but i'm hoping to hear back Monday. :) I'm so glad I'll finally have money coming in now! yeahhhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-3265796444845416167?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3265796444845416167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=3265796444845416167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/3265796444845416167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/3265796444845416167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-job.html' title='I got a JOB!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-8058983163037192426</id><published>2008-05-09T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:34:41.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>I forgot to blog about her birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; had a great day! Or friends Becky and John came and brought John's son (tired and can't remember name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt;*) Came and we ate cake and she got a cowboy hat which she loves and a bunch of balloons.. which after 2 weeks she is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dragging&lt;/span&gt; around the house! Aunt Holly sent up a bunch of toys and a computer thingy for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, Aunt Lisa bought her a bunch of summer clothes, and we added to the money and bought her more clothes and a few clothes plus i made her a cake and bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; cake from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;schawns&lt;/span&gt; man. She love all of it. My dad was sad though that he wasn't here. and i think patience missed him and my mom. I do too. we also called Granny and patience talked to her for a while. She sang happy birthday to her. it was so nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-8058983163037192426?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8058983163037192426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=8058983163037192426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/8058983163037192426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/8058983163037192426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/patience-3rd-birthday.html' title='Patience 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-4736293565056456743</id><published>2008-05-09T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:37:22.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in IL</title><content type='html'>I had the best day babysitting 2 beautiful little girls. one is 2 1/2 and the other is 3 months. Patience did so well. She got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; with the computer Dora game. But over all she did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of that game. She can do all the games all by herself. all the numbers and alphabet!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so proud of her. Also she went potty all day like the oldest girl Laney. Only having 1 accident!!! even at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; she asked to go potty! If everything works out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be watching the girls 3 days a week! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, Susan's Granddad/Sonia's dad died today. I remember him from my childhood. I was always afraid of him. A hard man from a hard life. He died of cancer that had been killing him for 2 years. He just found out what it was cause he refused to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;. now she hadn't got any grandfathers alive. but i don't either now since my grandad died in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nov&lt;/span&gt; 06. Our grandmother is all i have left. God bless her. She's the most wonderful woman! As seen on my main page of my website. I've learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;approaching&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so far away from my mom now. we sent down cards and pictures that Patience colored. But it doesn't seem enough. I miss her. We may have had our hard times but i love her. And i know Patience misses them. She is growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; to go to bed but no luck. Patience has been sleeping since about 7:30 which is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; for her. you can tell her playing wore her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; try again. to sleep. ah. what am i going to do with myself? why am i still seeking? I pray. What do i want to be when i grow up? what? why can't i answer that simple childhood question? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too tired for it tonight. so farewell. Goodnight. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-4736293565056456743?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4736293565056456743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=4736293565056456743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/4736293565056456743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/4736293565056456743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepless-in-il.html' title='sleepless in IL'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-2129658554107339882</id><published>2008-04-18T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:48:45.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost 2 months of no work.</title><content type='html'>well here i am its almost been 2 months with no job. Money is getting really tight. No one has called me for a job yet. We didn't know Greg would be changing jobs and working less when i quit. I just pray that something will come soon. I know we've been in hard times before but i fear how bad things might get. with gas prices and grocery's going up. For the first time i'm scared. I've never had to depend on someone else for my income. God help us. Patience has been staying up really late lately and sleeping in until almost noon every morning. I'm afraid I've ruined her sleeping hrs. not that she wasn't messed up already. I miss my family once again. its been a month and i miss them. Esp my dad and Ellie. oh and my granny and mom. Its the little things that i miss the most. I've been making chicken dumplings alot. mainly so i don't forget what granny showed me when she cooked them with us. i don't want to forget. its so important to me. well its after midnight and i'm tired. Maybe i can get away with going to bed with Greg without Patience Waking us. yeah right. Oh i have a babysitting job lined up for sat. Hopefully all will work out and i can baby sit a little to help or money problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note Patience 3rd birthday is coming up. Greg has to work but i might have a few people meet up at mcd's to eat cake. not that we have many people up here to invite. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-2129658554107339882?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2129658554107339882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=2129658554107339882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/2129658554107339882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/2129658554107339882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-2-months-of-no-work.html' title='almost 2 months of no work.'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-4980986067840791065</id><published>2008-03-27T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:57:50.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a stay at home mom</title><content type='html'>Well its been almost a month since i quit my job and i feel great. I went to Tennessee for a little over a week but i didn't get any job offers. So I'm back. I've been applying for jobs with no luck. Greg got a new job at Walmart D.C. and he starts Monday. He will be working weekends so I've got to find a job that will let me work Tuesday- Friday. Thats why i don't think anyone has called because most places think i should have to work weekends too. But i have Patience and i can't . Greg will be working long hrs and will need to be able to go to bed early. he has to be there at 3:45 am. SO I'm waiting.. Hoping and Praying someone will call me soon. I'm kinda getting a little stir crazy and i think Patience is too. I'm gonna take her to mcd's today to play if the weather don't get to bad. OK well i'm gonna run. ttfn. Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-4980986067840791065?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4980986067840791065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=4980986067840791065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/4980986067840791065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/4980986067840791065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay-at-home-mom.html' title='a stay at home mom'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-5202545009541724930</id><published>2008-02-28T13:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:27:48.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a fresh start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    well i did it. i jumped off the deep in. i quit my job today. i took patience out of daycare and we are free. to understand this though we'd have to go back a few weeks.  It all started when Patience started telling me that she was getting yelled at at daycare. I had befriended one of her teachers and she had been telling me what was going on. She would let me know when patience was being mistreated or yelled at. To make a long story short. Patience wasn't happy so i took her out. Being this is daycare #4 since we moved up here. i just couldn't bear putting her threw all that again. And on my end my boss was a pain in the rear end and i had taken all i could take. I'm very happy now. And i plain to go home to Tennessee this next week for a couple of weeks and see what jobs are available. No promise that I'll find something. But its worth a shot. If nothing else i've thought about maybe contacting Maytag and see if i can go back there. I'm not sure if they will rehire me since i wasn't able to give any notice. But who knows? The way i see it is that we weren't happy so i'm trying something new. if nothing down in Tn works i'm gonna get a part time afternoon/night gig and keep patience home for a while. maybe we can get her potty trained. i hope. ok well i'm tired and i have a house to clean.. ttfn. jen&lt;/span&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/7831093-5202545009541724930?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5202545009541724930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=5202545009541724930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/5202545009541724930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/5202545009541724930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/fresh-start_28.html' title='a fresh start'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-7372816083851676670</id><published>2007-12-11T19:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:48:12.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 6 months and another birthday.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Its been almost 6 months since i last posted.  i didn't mean to go that long. lol anyways. i'm setting here watching pooh bears christmas with patience. she calls pooh "her pooh" and tigger "my tigger". She so into it. She loves her pooh bear. Christmas is to much more special for us this year. with santa coming and all. :) We are still in the same place next to raynor. its ok for now. but i found a bigger place in polo and i've been told we can rent it. for only 30 more dollars a month then we pay now. and it has a washer and dryer hook up in the basement.  it will be nice to get our washer and dryer from tn and maybe our bed too!&lt;br /&gt;Work is well work. i'm afraid i may be in trouble cause i missed today cause of a ice storm. But thats just my luck again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note in September we lost my father in law Hob in a freak car accident. he was on his way home late at night and hit a ditch. it broke his neck instantly. We as a family decided to put Zach with Lisa until he turns 18 in a year. Its so sad. Patience lost both of her grandparents now. i'm just glad we got to see him Labor day weekend when we came down.  Man, it just makes me so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am going to go. I'll write back again later.. or maybe lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-7372816083851676670?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7372816083851676670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=7372816083851676670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/7372816083851676670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/7372816083851676670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-6-months-and-another-birthday.html' title='Another 6 months and another birthday.'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-1939493780275090524</id><published>2007-07-19T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:51:42.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hum lets see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/RqAphiCofJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oa-W_Ns6D1Q/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/RqAphiCofJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oa-W_Ns6D1Q/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089113234978929810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have so much to write i am not sure where to begin. well i guess i'll start with saying life is strange sometimes. where you are isn't always where you imagined yourself to be. here i am 600 miles from my home town and I'm making it. I've made friends and i'm pretty happy. i've got a great husband whom i would be lost without and a little girl whom the sun and moon sets around. I've got it pretty good. and yet there are those days where i want to go somewhere else or maybe just want to go home. its always there, the constant thought of my family and how much i miss them. and how my heart aches when i think of my niece that doesn't even know me. i always imagined my little niece playing with my little girl and growing up together. but that cannot be with me up here. And my parents, grant ya that we haven't always seen eye to eye but they are still my parents and i love them. i miss my dad so much. he was the one i always called if i needed a running buddy or someone to have my back if Greg wasn't available. but now i find myself lost sometimes. (pause for a min) I fell my emotions trying to take over. I'm tired and I've had a head ache most of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of my day, i got a new job today. not a Donaldson like i had planed but at Etnyre where Greg works. The Donaldson job offered was a temp to hire position and I'm tired of being a temp. I want vacation and benefits and if they are not willing to compromise and give me full time i will go to the company that will. Plus Etnyre has offered me over a dollar more an hour. can't beat that. And 1st shift. Donaldson was on 2nd shift.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, Life has changed as i said in my last post. Everything we own from the house is still in Tennessee in storage. And we are paying for it every month. Which completely sucks because we need stuff and we are having to make due until we have the money to get it all. We are sleeping on an air mattress  and have been since we had our falling out with Greg's family. Which was horrible btw! With the new job i'll be able to make us more comfortable in our life. and maybe even be able to save some money. *that would be nice*&lt;br /&gt;  We don't have a lot of family around now a days. Just his sister and grandmother every once and a while. His sister Lisa moved to Wisconsin on the weekdays and comes home now and again and his grandmother is planning on moving to Texas in Sept. So like i said friends are all we got. Greg's made a friend or 2 here but not like he had back home. Me on the other hand have made more friends then ever. One, I've become close to Sandy. Shes great. She has her flaws but who doesn't. I worked with her until today at Do It best. And I'm gonna miss her terribly! but we will keep in touch we still live close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh on another note. I got an email from a long lost friend. Courtenay Brooke Robertson. from Brentwood High and Middle. She was like the best friend i ever had back then and I've looked for her online unsuccessfully. but now we can reconnect. thats so cool.&lt;br /&gt;  ok now I'm really sleepy. thats enough for now. i'll post more before i have to go to work wed. ttfn, jen&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/7831093-1939493780275090524?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1939493780275090524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=1939493780275090524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1939493780275090524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/1939493780275090524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/hum-lets-see.html' title='hum lets see'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muCHXYUzulk/RqAphiCofJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oa-W_Ns6D1Q/s72-c/DSC00135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-747492651295541523</id><published>2007-07-17T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:38:40.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life and what it has become</title><content type='html'>things have changed a lot since i last posted. we are still in IL living on our own now. We are no longer in contact with his parents. Due to his step mom being crazy. anyways, I'm working at do it best right now but I'm starting a new job on Monday at Donaldson. Greg is working at Ednyer in Oregon and he's supervisor. Patience is grown a lot. she's 2 now and she is so smart. she counts and talks so well. she's so cute and pretty too. she love playing with dora and dolls. her soft blond curls of hair is so pretty.. well I'm tired and i have to get up early. I'll write later. jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-747492651295541523?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/747492651295541523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=747492651295541523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/747492651295541523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/747492651295541523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-and-what-it-has-become.html' title='life and what it has become'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-115742730032429306</id><published>2006-09-04T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:35:00.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved away</title><content type='html'>alot has happened since the last time i was on here. Baby girl is growing fast. she's walking and getting into everything. she's 27 lbs of joy now at 16months. Greg is working at tlc in Illinois. and we are living with his dad and step mom right now. the house is still ours for now. most of our stuff is packed and waiting for storage. i don't have a job right now. i'm just looking for one. and i'm home sick. greg's working 6 12 hr days now and i'm lonely for him. well i better go. i don't want to make to much noice typing.. lol... later jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-115742730032429306?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115742730032429306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=115742730032429306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/115742730032429306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/115742730032429306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/moved-away.html' title='Moved away'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-113796222876014812</id><published>2006-01-22T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:40:59.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well 2006 is here. And alot has happened since my last post. Lets see. First my birthday Dec 12, Greg took me to the Olive Garden where we met my parents, then he took me to Marshalls to find me a birthday present. Christmas, Greg's Dad, Stepmom, stepbrother, and Dog Andy came and spent the weekend. They had never seen Patience so it made Christmas much more special. Being that they where here we postponed the Britt Christmas til after they left. They got here on Friday before and stayed until the monday after. It was great. Then that Monday afternoon my family came over and we gave presents. but the big present this year we can't unwrap yet. Holly is Prenant!!! I'm gonna be an aunt. New years eve we had Craig, Cam, Greg, Josh, Andy, Holly, and Abigail over. Holly and Andy had to leave earily about 9 because Abigail was sleepy. Then we all watched Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith. After the movie Cam, Craig, and Greg had to go Cause Cam had to be at work earily the next day so they left before midnight. Josh ended up staying until after 2. I finually just told him i had to go to bed cause i know how baby girl is she's an earily raiser. and sure enough as soon as i feel asleep she was up for a bottle. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have been working alot of overtime. This next week we have to work all 6 days! eggggg... i hate not getting to sleep in. Yesterday, i went to mom and dads to see them with the baby so they could see her. It had been 3 weeks since they had seen her. Greg reroofed the back part of the house. And it don't leek anymore. Missy, Kent, and Amber came over last week. Patience and Amber had a ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a rainy day. And we are all sick with a cold. we went to Jackson for alittle while but it was a pain with the baby. Trying to keep her dry. so now she's passed out and i'm about to join her. i'll catch ya later. bye, jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-113796222876014812?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113796222876014812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=113796222876014812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/113796222876014812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/113796222876014812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='a new year'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-113099718925101433</id><published>2005-11-02T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:53:09.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fall is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Its already November and Baby girl is 6 months old now. She's holding her self  up pretty good now. Rolling over and all. trying to push up to crawl. We got her in a new daycare in Humboldt. The one we had in Jackson was 105 a week and they wheren't taking care of her very well. Family is doing well. Haven't heard from Greg's family. Except for Lisa who is having surgery this weekend. Halloween Patience was a little bunny. She was sooooooo cute. I'm off this weekend. Its nice esp. after have been working alot of overtime. Greg is working at maytag with me now and we are on dayshift. Well i think i'll try to go back to sleep.. Patience is passed out on the futon and greggy is  asleep in the bedroom. later jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7831093-113099718925101433?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113099718925101433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=113099718925101433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/113099718925101433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/113099718925101433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall-is-here.html' title='fall is here'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-112511727924548956</id><published>2005-08-26T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:34:39.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lifetime of memories</title><content type='html'>Alot has happened in the last two months. Greg's mom passed away last month after a long fight with cancer. we shall always miss her. We got on dayshift and will start next week. Patience is about 19 lbs. And growing like a weed. She hasn't rolled over yet but she can put the passy in her mouth. Really broke right now. Well greggy's picking on me for being on her so i got to go. later jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-112511727924548956?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112511727924548956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=112511727924548956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/112511727924548956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/112511727924548956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifetime-of-memories.html' title='A lifetime of memories'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-112000086574405463</id><published>2005-06-28T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:21:05.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've returned to work and i wish it wasn't. Its not that bad but i just wish i was with her. Today i was off and i had to take her to get her first shots. Gregs mom is doing alright.. still fighting.. well i better go she's sleeping in my arms right now. so sweet. love jen&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/7831093-112000086574405463?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112000086574405463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=112000086574405463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/112000086574405463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/112000086574405463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-work.html' title='back to work'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111747588714172108</id><published>2005-05-30T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:58:07.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 year aniversery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh i just relized that today is my 5 year aniversery at maytag! Man how time flies!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jen&lt;/em&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/7831093-111747588714172108?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111747588714172108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111747588714172108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111747588714172108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111747588714172108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/5-year-aniversery.html' title='5 year aniversery!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111747567442987827</id><published>2005-05-30T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:55:44.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A stay at home mom.. for now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well here I am in the middle of my maternity leave. Its been wonderful. I love being here for her. She is my sunshine! We usually don't get to sleep for very long because she wakes up to eat so often. Now though she sleeps 4-5 hours at the first part of the night then she sleeps 2-3 hrs at a time. She loves to be bounced and rocked. We have spent a lot of time at the hospital to stay with Darlene. She got out of the hospital Friday night and She has hopis taking care of her. The Dr said that she isn't well enough to do kemo so they told her there isn't anything they can do for her and she has 2-4 months to live. We went Saturday and Sunday and spent the days with her. Rose Hob's sister was here from Illinois. Along with his brother Wyatt and there family's. Also Hob's daughter DeDe. Dar was able to go out side and enjoy the warm pretty weather. I got to play with amber and she helped me feed patience. She is really good with her. Then yesterday Lizzy was there and got to hold patience with the help of Scott. It has been nice to see Greg's family so much. I just wish that it wasn't under these sucumstances. Lisa was here again last week and left Friday. She's supposed to come back June 8 with the kids. Well I better got eat while the baby is sleeping. Gotta run. jen&lt;/em&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/7831093-111747567442987827?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111747567442987827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111747567442987827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111747567442987827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111747567442987827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/stay-at-home-mom-for-now.html' title='A stay at home mom.. for now..'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111634165907025574</id><published>2005-05-17T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:54:53.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>losing out on someone i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we found out saturday that my mother in law Darlene doesn't have alot of time left. She may not make it this week. She has liver cancer and it doesn't look good. She had surgery yesterday and it went ok but it only was to releive some of the pain she was in. Greg and the entire family are sticking together in this time espually since they have a 14 yr old brother that needs everyone. Its so sad. I feel as if i'm losing a mom too. She won't get to see patience on her first birthday or see the rest of the grandchildren get bigger either. she's such a wonderful mom and grandmother. why does this have to be happening? why? i don't understand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;jen&lt;/span&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/7831093-111634165907025574?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111634165907025574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111634165907025574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111634165907025574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111634165907025574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/losing-out-on-someone-i-love.html' title='losing out on someone i love'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111498715913438124</id><published>2005-05-01T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:39:19.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she is so beautiful, sweet, and i love her so much. I had her on April 27,2005 at 12:32 pm. She weighted 8lbs and 10 oz. and was 20 inches long. A Big Girl! Her name is Patience Romaine Alter. The past few days at home with her have been amazing. Mom, Dad, Holly, Andy have helped us alot by watching her so we could sleep. And Darline, Hob, and Zach brought us some baby formula and came by for a while the first day we where home. At the hospital she had lots of visitors. Granny, Sonia, Susan, Brittany, Becky, Debbie, Lizzy, Alyx, Stacy, &amp;amp; her three girls, Darline, Hob, Mom, dad, and thats all i can remember for now. I have had a rough few days healing. i've been swollen and sore, and its been hard to get around. But Greg has been so great with her. She loves her daddy so much. She looks for him when he enters the room. Right now she is in the bed with greg on 2 pillows and they are both sound asleep. its sooo sweet. ok well i'm gonna lay down back here since i have a minute. love jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7831093-111498715913438124?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111498715913438124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111498715913438124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111498715913438124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111498715913438124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-daughter-is-here.html' title='My daughter is here'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111393951775335084</id><published>2005-04-19T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:38:37.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The waiting game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well here we are again and I am still waiting on my baby! Now though Greg is mad because everyone is still calling her maddy. So now I think that we are going to name her something else. There are quite a few new names we are playing around with it. ok well I better go I'm making some spaghetti. ok bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;love jen&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/7831093-111393951775335084?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111393951775335084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111393951775335084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111393951775335084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111393951775335084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/waiting-game.html' title='The waiting game'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111370670183509577</id><published>2005-04-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:58:21.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still haven't poped!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Still waiting for my precious little girl to make her grand entrance! I can't wait. I can't believe she's teasing me like this. Man oh man.. I will miss her inside of me though. I love feeling her move. Its indescribable and amazing at the same time. But it will be nice not to hurt all the time again. Although I know that it will very painful but I know as long as Greggy is there with me I'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love jen&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/7831093-111370670183509577?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111370670183509577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111370670183509577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111370670183509577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111370670183509577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/still-havent-poped.html' title='Still haven&apos;t poped!!!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111344539963758840</id><published>2005-04-13T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:23:19.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm getting so nervious.. i went to dr today and all is well. i'm 2 cm dialted and i've been having contractions since monday night. they are only 20 min apart for now but they will only get worse before they get better. i started maternity leave monday night when i left.Debbie thinks it will be tomorrow. and Darlene thinks it will be Saterday. either way i'm ready to get this over with. ok well my food is done so i'm going to go. oh Chasity called me from work checking on me they are having me a shower tomorrow and they want me ot come up at lunch. :) i'm so excited.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;love jen&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/7831093-111344539963758840?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111344539963758840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111344539963758840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111344539963758840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111344539963758840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/off-now.html' title='off now'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111309641140117431</id><published>2005-04-09T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:26:51.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one week remaining of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well here it is one week left til work is over for me for a while. my baby girl is due in 3 weeks and i am getting very nurvous! i can't wait til she is here and all the hard stuff is over. ok well i'm pretty tired so i'm going to go. love jen&lt;/em&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/7831093-111309641140117431?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111309641140117431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111309641140117431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111309641140117431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111309641140117431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-week-remaining-of-work.html' title='one week remaining of work'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111182199584837203</id><published>2005-03-26T01:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:26:35.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my daughter the baby with esp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the weirdest thing just happened that i just had to tell someone. so here i go. greg and i went to bed at 11 because we wanted to get an early start tomorrow. and for some reason madison woke me at 1 kicking really REALY hard. it seemed the longer i lay there the harder she kicked.. i finually gave in a got up.. and when i walked in the kitchen i just happened to see a car in my drive way. it was my brother bringing some punch for the shower that we are having here tomorrow. but he had driven all the way from jackson to bring it. it had to be frozen for tomorrow. But what are the odds of me walking in just as he came? i would have never heard him knocking on the door if not for madison. how did she know? she hasn't kicked that hard other then when he had his hand on my stomach. she kicked for him for the first time. since she's been still. i just thought it was strange. the kid's not even here yet and already a merical. my little merical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7831093-111182199584837203?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111182199584837203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111182199584837203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111182199584837203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111182199584837203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-daughter-baby-with-esp.html' title='my daughter the baby with esp'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-111114566398498096</id><published>2005-03-18T05:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:34:23.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March and very pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well here it is march already with only a few weeks to go. we went up to Illinois with cam and craig the weekend of the 5th and had a really good time.  the baby shower is the day before easter. my last day of work is april 14th. and i can't wait to get out of there. maytag sucks. greg worked on madisons room for a few months and is almost done. we are trying to have it already by the baby shower day all he likes is the window. its so cute. i just want to spend all my time in her room. :) well i better go. love jen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-111114566398498096?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111114566398498096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=111114566398498096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111114566398498096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/111114566398498096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/march-and-very-pregnant.html' title='March and very pregnant'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110867011885712317</id><published>2005-02-17T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:55:18.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February thus far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well i've gotten up to 144 lbs and my stomach is very large now.  We are going up to Illinois in March kinda of a last get away before Madison comes. She kicks all the time making it hard to sleep. Work is going alright. I'll write more when i get the chance. Love jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-110867011885712317?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110867011885712317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110867011885712317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110867011885712317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110867011885712317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/february-thus-far.html' title='February thus far'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110591533571556038</id><published>2005-01-16T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:42:15.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the Nursery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This weekend we started our baby's room. We desided to go with dark blue bottom and light blue top part of the wall. Our theme is Precious moments. i am doing some murals for the walls and we need to get some matural for the curtains and the toy box. I'm just so excited about Madisons room. Greg has been priming the room i pulled all the wallpaper off the walls and we removed the carpet. it looks really great so far. I cant wait until it is done. well i better go. i'll catch ya later. Jen&lt;/em&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/7831093-110591533571556038?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110591533571556038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110591533571556038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110591533571556038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110591533571556038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/decorating-nursery.html' title='Decorating the Nursery!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110515118064406316</id><published>2005-01-07T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:26:20.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so far my 2005!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this! i just spent the last 15 min typing on this thing and the stupid thing just got deleted. that is really disappointing!! now i'm flustrated so i'm going to type later! Luv jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-110515118064406316?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110515118064406316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110515118064406316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110515118064406316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110515118064406316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-far-my-2005.html' title='so far my 2005!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110454986731726209</id><published>2004-12-31T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:24:27.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This christmas went very nice. Had my sister in law here for a week. Greg was feeling alot better. Now we have a house full for new years. I'll write more later. Happy new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-110454986731726209?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110454986731726209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110454986731726209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110454986731726209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110454986731726209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-and-new-years.html' title='Christmas and New Years'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110330215739082595</id><published>2004-12-17T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:49:17.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I have had fmla all week because my husband had surgery on his jaw on monday. It was the longest day I have ever had. The day before was my birthday and he made me a cake and we just hung out at the house. But then that night I couldn't sleep worrying of what was to come the next day. We had to be at the hospital at 6 am. When we got there they set him up in a room in outpatient. We sat in there for awhile mean while dad was waiting in the waiting room. They started the drugs to dope him up. He was so scared. And so was I. The drugs made him act crazy. But I tried to be strong for him. I held his hand and kissed him goodbye when they came for him. I didn't want to let him go. They took me upstairs to the 3rd floor to his room to wait. It was about 8 by then. The nurse told me they would call me with updates during the surgery. So there I was me and dad waiting for what seemed like forever. The first call I got was at 9:30 when they put him under. They said they where going to start and they would call me back in an hour. Then about an hr later. They called and said all was going well and that they where almost finished. They told me the Dr would be calling me soon to tell me how everything went. So me and dad waited. Watching TV and cat napping. Finally Dr rickman came in about 11:40 to let me know that Greg was in recovery. That he did great and that he was going to be fine. He said that he would be in there for a few hrs until he woke up. So dad decided we needed to go take a break and get something to eat while he was there. We went to windy's and then krogers. I wanted to get him some flowers and a bolloon. When we got back there was no sign of Greg yet. I was so worried. It was about 1:30 before they brought him in. They rolled him in on that bed and he was all bandaged up. With a breathing mask on. And icepackes on his head. He looked so.. Well I didn't expect him to look like that. And standing out in the hallway with dad I felt so helpless. They moved him to his bed and got him all set up. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there and lifted his hand and did the I love you sign. Then he looked at dad and did the peace sign. I couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't talk for awhile so I had to get some paper and a pin for him. At one point he told me he was hurting that he needed drugs. So I called the nurse and got some for him. Dad left after awhile and said he would be back with mom later to bring me some food. Debbie, Darlene, Hob, Andy, Holly, Craig, and Cam came to see him that night. And it was nice to see people. I don't think I got any sleep that night. everytime he would move I'd jump up to see if he was ok. I had to help him to the bathroom and he got sick a few times. It was so hard to see him like that. My strong man did so well though. The next morning I was exhausted. The Dr came in at 5:30 and took all the bandages off. Greg was so relieved to have all that stuff off his head. He told us that Greg could go as soon as he ate a few meals. So at about 10 holly came to relieve me for an hr or so So I could come home and take a shower and change clothes. Which it was a good thing I did. Cause the house was freezing. I turned all the heaters up and rushed back to be by gregs side. Dad finished baby sitting about noon and came back so he could help me get Greg home. Finally at about 2 they let him get ready to go home. They took out the iv and I helped him get dressed. We had to stop by the Dr office on the was home so he could have a xray. And I sent dad after the drugs. I got Greg home and he went to bed. After dad got there with the drugs I sent him for some food that we needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Greg has been doing very well this week. He is still swollen but he is in good spirits. He has been talking more and picking at me as usual. I've been spoiling him rotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mom and dad went with me to another ultrasound yesterday. Dad was so excited to see Madison for the first time. She is perfect. Just the right size 12 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;well I need to eat before this kid gets mad and starts kicking me.. LOL love jen&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/7831093-110330215739082595?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110330215739082595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110330215739082595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110330215739082595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110330215739082595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/longest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The longest day of my life'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110265704357601469</id><published>2004-12-09T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:37:23.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to the ER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I started hurting at work yesterday and was scared something was wrong with the baby. So I left work after laying in Medical for an hour. I called my brother to come get me. I was so scared. He rushed to get me and him and holly took me to the Jackson clinic. They did a urine test and didn't find anything. So they told me there was nothing they could do to go to the ER. So we went. I called my hubby on route. He was so worried about me and the baby. I got there and they took me back. Me and holly waited forever. After an ultrasound, blood test, and an exam they finally said that it was strained ligaments. To go home and get some rest and put heat on it. I called my Dr today and they scheduled me for tomorrow morning. The baby is fine. I just home tomorrow they don't find something else wrong with me. Well I'm hurting right now so I need to lay down. This weekend is my birthday. What a way to spend it huh! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;love jen&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/7831093-110265704357601469?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110265704357601469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110265704357601469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110265704357601469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110265704357601469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-trip-to-er.html' title='My trip to the ER!!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110170933068687854</id><published>2004-11-28T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:22:10.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This Thanksgiving my family had dinner at Holly and Andy's house. Holly did a really great job on the food. Her parents and Grandmothers where there along with my parents and Stephani and Jessica. Greg was feeling bad so he didn't go. Holly missed dinner due to having to leave to feed some animals she was watching. Then Friday morning Andy, Mom, dad, steph, and jessica came over to eat a 5 star breakfast that Greg cooked. Then Andy, Mom, and i went shopping. While dad took the girls to Stacy's house. Greg stayed home and decorated for Christmas. Saturday, Greg cooked a wonderful Thanksgiving Dinner for Friends from his work: Craig, Cam, and Craigs twin brother Greg and Josh. We invited Andy and Holly but they didn't come. Of course. i knew they wouldn't.. They never do.. To busy for us.. As usual.. But anyway. Mom and Dad came over today to eat some of the left overs. It was nice. OK well I'm getting tired. So I'm getting off this thing.. Nite Nite. love jen&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/7831093-110170933068687854?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110170933068687854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110170933068687854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110170933068687854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110170933068687854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110123952421471589</id><published>2004-11-23T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:55:04.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last 10 days or so</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey its been awhile since i wrote on here. I worked some 12 hr days and was really tired from it.. Hard to work that long when you have a baby inside ya. Patiemce has been kicking alittle.. usually when i'm hungry.. she gets mad i think.. saying to me momma feed me!! LOL.. Not alot going on other then that. work wed night 2:30 til 10:30pm so i can get off earily for turkey day. Holly and andy are have something at their house turkey day night. and we are having some friends over on saterday and greg is cooking.. :) Been working on decorating for christmas but having got to far yet. want to be done before sat so i guess we are going to be busy with that. i'm just glad i don't have to be at work again today at 2!! that wears me out.. i took vacation 2 hrs last night so i'd only have to work 10 hrs.. greg had me a big meal cooked when i got home.. it was sooooo sweet.. :) well i better go i'm gonna lay around for a little while before work.. and be lazy! have a great turkey day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love jen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7831093-110123952421471589?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110123952421471589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110123952421471589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110123952421471589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110123952421471589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-10-days-or-so.html' title='The Last 10 days or so'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-110037616791273853</id><published>2004-11-13T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:55:37.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my utlrasound pictures of Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.altergirl.com/Baby%20UltraSound%20pictures.jpg"&gt;http://www.altergirl.com/Baby%20UltraSound%20pictures.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-110037616791273853?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110037616791273853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=110037616791273853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110037616791273853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/110037616791273853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-utlrasound-pictures-of-patience.html' title='my utlrasound pictures of Patience'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109999181856436219</id><published>2004-11-09T03:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T03:57:03.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby GIRL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went yesterday at 4:30 to the doctor and had an ultrasound. And found out we are having a girl. She is 4 inches long and 15 weeks. She is due May 1 for sure. :) I'm so happy I've always wanted a baby girl.. This is going to be so much fun.. She's my little angel!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love jen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109999181856436219?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109999181856436219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109999181856436219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109999181856436219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109999181856436219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-baby-girl.html' title='My baby GIRL!!!'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109989568331985394</id><published>2004-11-08T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:34:43.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Britt's Silliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jimbritt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jim Britt's Silliness&lt;/a&gt;hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109989568331985394?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jimbritt.blogspot.com/' title='Jim Britt&apos;s Silliness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109989568331985394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109989568331985394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109989568331985394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109989568331985394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/jim-britts-silliness.html' title='Jim Britt&apos;s Silliness'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109980997840239095</id><published>2004-11-07T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:46:18.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My first doctor appt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My first appt was on Thrus. Nov 4 at 11:50. It took awhile til they saw me but when they did I was really glad. I weighed 128lbs. They took blood and everything. Said I am 14 weeks and due May 1, 2005. They scheduled me an ultrasound Monday at 4:30 to find out how many. Man I hope its just one.. :) but anyways. Not much going on this weekend. Just laying around the house. I have my next appt Dec 2. Later love jen&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/7831093-109980997840239095?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109980997840239095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109980997840239095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109980997840239095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109980997840239095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-first-doctor-appt.html' title='My first doctor appt.'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109915802764427269</id><published>2004-10-30T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T12:40:27.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A movie and dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last night we went out with some people that Greg works with to see that movie Saw and eat. That movie was gross!!! I didn't like it to much. We had fun though. Then we ate at steak and shake. Craig and Cam spent the night and left before we got up. I just got up and its so pretty out side. I have all the window's open here and am very relaxed. :) tonight we are handing out candy to the trick or treaters. :) jen&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/7831093-109915802764427269?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109915802764427269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109915802764427269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109915802764427269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109915802764427269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie-and-dinner.html' title='A movie and dinner'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109901906488512203</id><published>2004-10-28T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:04:24.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy warm week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;this week went alright. I'm getting fat. i've gained 8 pounds in the last 3 weeks. most of my jeans don't fit me anymore. i was off tonight for inventory. i went to dad's to play with stacy's 3 girls. they are so cute esp the little one sara. :) we went to park-n-eat and had some country food. it was good. sat and talked to dad for a while. now i'm about to make some chilli and rest. so i gotta run. later jen&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/7831093-109901906488512203?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109901906488512203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109901906488512203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109901906488512203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109901906488512203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/rainy-warm-week_28.html' title='A rainy warm week'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109849992789765910</id><published>2004-10-22T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:52:07.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today I woke up and got a few things done. Cleaned my car out which really needed to be done. And went to my parents house so we could go out to eat. And when I pulled into there drive way there he was home again. I was glad to see him. He had a hooters tshirt on and he gave me one he got for me. It had on it. World's Largest hooters. LOL. Greg went home cause he was really tired. And I went with mom and dad to this little restrauint that had country food. Beans and cornbread kinda thing.. It was really good. We went back to there house for a little while then I came home. Now I just got up from a little nap. Greg is passed out and will prolly be asleep for a long time. :) Not feeling so bad as I was. I'm going to be ok. :) Jen&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/7831093-109849992789765910?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109849992789765910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109849992789765910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109849992789765910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109849992789765910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/hes-home-again.html' title='He&apos;s home again'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109826089804733643</id><published>2004-10-20T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T03:28:18.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another day.... alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it was just another day. and i feel so alone. so sad.. i cryed all the way home i'm so depressed. God Help me. i wish things where better. i just don't know how to make it anymore. God be with me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sad and alone. jen&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/7831093-109826089804733643?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109826089804733643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109826089804733643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109826089804733643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109826089804733643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-day-alone.html' title='another day.... alone...'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109807116006063590</id><published>2004-10-17T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:48:12.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg gone again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Greg has been sent to TX again and I'm home alone. He won't be back this time until Friday night late. I spent the day with mom and dad today. We went to Granny's and she made me some chicken dumplins. They where so good. I brought the left overs home I've already ate them. LOL I hope Greg is doing ok. I don't feel right in this big house alone. Love jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109807116006063590?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109807116006063590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109807116006063590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109807116006063590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109807116006063590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/greg-gone-again.html' title='Greg gone again'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109708977497954928</id><published>2004-10-06T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:09:34.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend home alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Greg has been sent to tx from today until sunday night. so i will have then weekend to myself. which is ok i guess. but i know i'm gonna miss him like crazy. things just don't feel right when he isn't around. i don't feel complete without him. i love him so much. i'll keep ya updated on how it goes. but for now i gotta get ready for work. love jen&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/7831093-109708977497954928?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109708977497954928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109708977497954928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109708977497954928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109708977497954928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend-home-alone.html' title='a weekend home alone'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109691102531727072</id><published>2004-10-04T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T12:30:25.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this weekend went by pretty fast. It started Friday early in the morning with us going to Nashville so Greg could take the civil service test. We stayed and went shopping and didn't get home until very late in the night. It was fun but boy was I tired. I got up at 9 on sat and went to Lexington with my dad. We stopped at a yard sale on the way to granny's and he bought a bassinet for the baby. Granny gave me 3 bags of clothes and stuff. I went home and cleaned then decorated for Halloween. Mom and dad came over around 3 and hung out for awhile. Then about 5 Craig and his girlfriend came over and we went to Memphis to the Olive Garden. And then to the mall. It was a lot of fun. Yesterday dad left for Indy. He is to be gone for a week. So I went out with mom yesterday afternoon to subway and ate. Then we walked around target. That's about all that happened. It was an ok weekend over all. I just wish I didn't have to go back to work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love jen&lt;/em&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/7831093-109691102531727072?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109691102531727072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109691102531727072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109691102531727072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109691102531727072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/10/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the air'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109639590637170682</id><published>2004-09-28T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:25:06.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend up north.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We left Friday morning to go up north once again. Greg dad wanted us to come to Iowa to the Isle of Campre to see the beetle show. And Sunday come to the Wisconsin flee market. So we packed up and left out about 7 am. It was a long drive. We decided to drive on to Iowa instead of going to his dad's in Illinois instead first. We arrived in Rock Island, Iowa around 6pm. Very tired. We met up with his dad and step mom along with his step brother and his girl friend and saw the show. It was really good. His dad gave us a free room to the Hotel so that we could get some sleep. And so we stayed the night in a 120 dollar room per night. The next morning I wook up about 8 and Greg was sound asleep. I got dressed and decided to go out to get something to drink. When I got back he was sturing. His dad called about 8:30 and wanted Greg to come with him to the flee market a day early. Greg and I had planed on visiting with his grandmother so he told him that he would just go the next day. We shopped for awhile and got a bedding set for the baby for 15 dollars. Its so cute precious moments. We ended up at his dad's about:30 or so. We ended up going to flee market with Kay and getting Bruce. We found a really cute high chair for the baby for just 20 dollars. And got it. Then on the way back we ate at hometown buffet in Rockford. When we where at the flee market Greg sister Lisa called and asked if I would like to go shopping with them the next day so I said yeah. The next morning Greg and his dad and everyone else ended up leaving at 4 in the morning. I got to sleep in til about 8 cause Lisa wasn't picking me up til 9:30. I went and got some McDonald's and ate it. Shopping all day went really well Lisa bought some precious moments stuff for the baby and it was really sweet. We saw Greg's grandma on our way home for about an hour. She gave us a bunch of stuff as always. And told Greg to take care of me and the baby. Greg drove the whole night. I ended up passing out in the backseat most of the trip home. We got home at 5 or so. And I unloaded the car. And then we passed out. The end. jen &lt;/em&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/7831093-109639590637170682?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109639590637170682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109639590637170682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109639590637170682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109639590637170682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-weekend-up-north.html' title='Another weekend up north.'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109547126287692668</id><published>2004-09-17T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:34:22.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of telling my good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;this week was very exciting for me. i got to share my good news with my friends and family. i had a head cold most of the week and ended up going to the doctor. but i did get the proof that i was pregnate for my work. i got some medication and feel alittle better. i have been trying to eat better. more healthy that is. not so much mcdonalds and wendy's. which i love. and not so much mt dew. milk and carrots and all the good stuff.  the doctor thinks i about 4 weeks along. but i won't know anything else until nov4 when i go to my doctor. very exciting! oh i'm already having to get bigger jeans. my size 5's arn't cutting it anymore. man i hope i can get back into them someday! lol later jen&lt;/span&gt;&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/7831093-109547126287692668?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109547126287692668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109547126287692668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109547126287692668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109547126287692668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/week-of-telling-my-good-news.html' title='a week of telling my good news'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109522382037291246</id><published>2004-09-14T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:50:52.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best news of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just learned the best news of my life. I'm going to have a baby. i'm so excited. Plus i learned that my brothers wife is pregnate also. so me and holly are both gonna be new mothers. :) its great but i'm sick right now. and i can't take any med. that sucks! but its great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, jen&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/7831093-109522382037291246?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109522382037291246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109522382037291246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109522382037291246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109522382037291246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-news-of-my-life.html' title='The best news of my life.'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109417221592558884</id><published>2004-09-02T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:43:35.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out of town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is it the weekend i've been looking forward to for months. but its messed up cause we where going to florida. but as you know there is a huricane there so we can't go. so once again we are going to Illinois. but this time we are going to Chicago for a day.. so that will be nice. and greg said he'll take me to lake michigan. so at least i'll get to see water. we are leaving tonight here in a little bit. it already 8pm so it will be sometime in the morning when we get there. i hope its a good ride... well i better go get ready. peace.. jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109417221592558884?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109417221592558884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109417221592558884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109417221592558884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109417221592558884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/09/going-out-of-town.html' title='Going out of town'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109376341167602566</id><published>2004-08-29T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:10:11.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most boring weekend ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;this has been a very dull weekend. It started out on Thursday cause we didn't have to work. I guess that's why it feels like its never going to end. Thursday I spent the day alone. Got up at 2 and did laundry, cleaned kitchen, and mopped the entire back of house.. About 3 rooms. Then I cooked a big dinner with turkey roast, mashed potatoes, rice, Mac&amp;amp;cheese, and beans. And I ate it all alone. Mom and dad had already ate. I called to invite them. Andy and Holly are out of town this weekend camping. So that's why I didn't call them. Friday I slept most of the day. Got up at 2 or so and went to Trenton and Jackson with Greg. To pay bills.. So it wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. Then on the way back I got a few groceries that we needed.. Then I went home and cooked tacos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today I didn't wake up till about 3 and its not been fun. I had to reload everything on my computer this weekend cause I got a stupid virus on it. And that has been taking up a lot of my time. I started on my dad's website for his birthday. I have been scanning pictures so he can finally have some on there. We got Chinese food for supper and it was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tomorrow mom and dad are coming over to eat for dad's birthday. Wish Andy and holly where coming too. That way all the family could be here. I'm so lonely. I hate this big empty house. I wish it was haunted. That way I have more people to talk to. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;well I have to get back to my dad's website. I got aggravated with the pictures that's why I took a break. Good thing to cause I was about to pull my hair out.. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ok well talk at you soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;love always. Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&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/7831093-109376341167602566?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109376341167602566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109376341167602566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109376341167602566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109376341167602566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/most-boring-weekend-ever.html' title='The most boring weekend ever'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109351352487314328</id><published>2004-08-26T04:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:47:14.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there is a light deep inside my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a light that keeps me whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it keeps me warm when it is cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and keep me safe in this hard world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my light makes me so happy when I am surrounded by sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and it makes me feel so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my light is the best thing about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and it makes me feel so free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so when you see the light in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you should know without surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that its that light that keeps me alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the light I hold deep in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/7831093-109351352487314328?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109351352487314328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109351352487314328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/light.html' title='The light'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109316642239924806</id><published>2004-08-22T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T04:20:22.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries and working on my website</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This has been a very busy weekend for me as i have been working on my page alot. i have been looking at the myspace.com profiles to get pictures and other cool stuff for it. last night i created a tigger page and its really cool. i had to change the picture in the background of this cause the one i had stopped working. i might have to change it again depending on if it keeps working or not. man my mean husband just snuck up on me and scared the mess out of me.. he sucks!!! shame on you greg. i can't even miss spell a word without him behind me telling me its wrong! lol hehe.. oh well.. he said he misses me and wants to watch a movie.. so i guess i need to go. oh we got lots of groceries tonight.. i'm glad. finually something to eat in the kitchen.. :) later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love jennifer&lt;/strong&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/7831093-109316642239924806?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109316642239924806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109316642239924806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109316642239924806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109316642239924806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/groceries-and-working-on-my-website.html' title='Groceries and working on my website'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109307433717731891</id><published>2004-08-21T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:45:37.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited the blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i just changed the blogger and the background.. i tryed different colors and backgrounds so i hope this looks ok. if ya think another color would be better for the text just let me know. i can change it. i thought yellow looked the clearest out of the ones i tryed. ok well i'm gonna play the game. later jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109307433717731891?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109307433717731891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109307433717731891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109307433717731891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109307433717731891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/edited-blogger.html' title='Edited the blogger'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109261448204944025</id><published>2004-08-15T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:26:55.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been just so pretty this weekend. i went yard saling with my mom and grandmother yesterday and i've been watching movies the rest of the weekend. i'm in a good mood today. feel pretty good. might even go paint alittle while. i dunno yet.. ok gotta run getting hungry. maybe for some chiness food.. yummm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;later jen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7831093-109261448204944025?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109261448204944025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109261448204944025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109261448204944025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109261448204944025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/beautiful-weekend.html' title='a beautiful weekend'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109237566418310576</id><published>2004-08-13T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:27:09.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours cut and hours gained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My work cut my hours so I was off tonight. My hubby had to work. It was ok at first. I hung out with my mom for awhile. But when I got home I got so lonely. This house has so many ghost. I'm sad today. I dunno why. Just feel sad. I guess sometimes ya have to be sad so you appreciate the happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now I'm working on cooking some food for my hubby for when he comes home. I hope he is in a good mood. I know he'll be tired. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Prayer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I close my eyes and say a prayer. God can you hear me? I need you oh lord to lead me down this dark path. I keep falling lord. I don't think I can make it much farther. "Help me someone!" I keep yelling but no one hears. No one is there.. I'm alone in this darkness. Then I see something ahead. A little light not much its still dim. God you are there. You carry me when I'm alone and need a friend. You are my salvation and my hearts answer when I need one so bad. Lord help me find the truth. And help me heal my broken wings. Tears a falling down my cheeks.. As they have been a lot lately. And I feel him in me.. I will be Happy again. I am strong.. Because he makes me that way. thankyou lord amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109237566418310576?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109237566418310576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109237566418310576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109237566418310576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109237566418310576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/hours-cut-and-hours-gained.html' title='Hours cut and hours gained'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109221331251625362</id><published>2004-08-11T05:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:27:36.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a whisper and a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a whisper and a dream of days gone by. I sat to myself today and thought about where I come from. I just got to thinking of the house I grew up in and how small my life was. The pictures on the website really got me to thinking. My parents are great. They have been married now for about 27 years. Sure they have their ups and downs but they love each other. And to top it off they only knew each other 6 months before they where engaged. Amazing huh. I guess sometimes when you meet the one.. You know. They where great parents they raised me and my younger brother in a small 3 bedroom home in Lexington. We had a yard to play in and children on the street to play with. All my memories of home are really great. Although we moved when I was 12 the memories there are still as clear as can be.. Which for me and my memory is a good thing. I remember in kindergarten I caught the wrong bus on the way home. no one noticed that I was even on the bus until the end of the ride when only one kid remained. I was so scared.. I couldn't stop crying. I thought I'd never see home again. So when my brother who is 3 years younger started school I never left his side. I made sure he was on the bus right beside me. I even went and got him after school to walk him to the bus. The bus with the bunny on the side.. :) ok well I guess that is enough walking though memory lane for now. I'll be back again another day.. Until then God bless and goodnight.. Love Jennifer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7831093-109221331251625362?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109221331251625362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109221331251625362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109221331251625362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109221331251625362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/whisper-and-dream_109221331251625362.html' title='a whisper and a dream'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109192356854526506</id><published>2004-08-07T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:28:13.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend has been a slow one.. I went shopping yesterday and got a few clothes.. and today we went to my cousin stacy's house to see her and her 3 girls.. they are all so cute.. I held sarah for a little while she is only 2 months old.. and katelyn who is not even 2 yet was very playful with me.. Destany the oldest at 3 years i think was the funest.. she chased greg all over that house. it was cute...we went with mom and dad after we ate at ryans.. it was nice. we rented some movies so i think we'll spend the rest of the weekend chill'n at the house. Well until later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7831093-109192356854526506?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109192356854526506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109192356854526506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109192356854526506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109192356854526506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-weekend-so-far.html' title='My weekend so far'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109152297311140562</id><published>2004-08-03T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:28:49.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day at work gone.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah.. i'm so tired.. i hate work.. i do have fun with the people there but the work itself sucks.. anyone who has ever built a dishwasher would agree with me.. but anyways.. don't have alot to say except that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;your tired friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109152297311140562?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109152297311140562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109152297311140562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109152297311140562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109152297311140562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-day-at-work-gone.html' title='Another day at work gone.. '/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109147394447173758</id><published>2004-08-02T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:26:10.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updated my page last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hope you guys like what i did with the website. i worked for about 3 hours on it... now i gotta get ready for work so i'll catch ya later.. Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7831093-109147394447173758?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109147394447173758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109147394447173758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109147394447173758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109147394447173758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/updated-my-page-last-night.html' title='updated my page last night'/><author><name>JenHubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16219214065915872941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lbaySK2hdY/Twoo9_YToFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vaSxOmF2jus/s220/392644_147427692034895_100003029966568_185119_766125064_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7831093.post-109142489401625579</id><published>2004-08-02T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:29:07.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of this thing.. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i created this as a way to kinda let you know whats been going on with me.. its gonna be like a online journal of sorts.. it will have lots of spelling errors and the grammer will be really bad but hey who said it had to be purfect? lol ok well this weekend i set up an art room upstairs. its got all my art and paints on the wall and my supplies are all where i can get to them. i started on a few projects and completed one of them.. i painted a couple of stools for the kitchen in cow print.. :) anyone who has been to my house has seen my cow kitchen.. they are taking over.. soon i'll have to make them cook for me.. LOL i haven't gotten to really work on my website this weekend being that i was preoccupide with art activities... so i'll sign off now so that i can do something to it. :) well peace out and God bless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;/strong&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/7831093-109142489401625579?l=altergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109142489401625579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7831093&amp;postID=109142489401625579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109142489401625579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7831093/posts/default/109142489401625579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altergirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-one-of-this-thing.html' title='Day one of this thing.. 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