<?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-2184179832214865235</id><updated>2012-01-21T12:15:57.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORELY CORLEY</title><subtitle type='html'>Always and Forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8773964028477752259</id><published>2012-01-20T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T12:12:10.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Marie Corley AKA OLIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp26XQTXqg8/Txsb92p8XaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IyirdMH0Jac/s1600/321164_2645780147191_1336275401_33015744_863070991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 191px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700180502824902050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp26XQTXqg8/Txsb92p8XaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IyirdMH0Jac/s320/321164_2645780147191_1336275401_33015744_863070991_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9oVWF-YIGA/Txsb1g7plaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gx7vHO5665U/s1600/394073_3005086929636_1336275401_33178099_220655782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 191px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700180359554635170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9oVWF-YIGA/Txsb1g7plaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gx7vHO5665U/s320/394073_3005086929636_1336275401_33178099_220655782_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOjdFtkaJUk/TxofHnzqDdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rf9w2FEDteI/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4n3GgpCuAh8/Txoe_oRZCoI/AAAAAAAAAas/5A0blzRRm_E/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699902356881738370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4n3GgpCuAh8/Txoe_oRZCoI/AAAAAAAAAas/5A0blzRRm_E/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to getting what I want, when I want it from my wonderful, sexy, stud-muffin of a husband, I'm a pro.  Jake literally just can't say no.  Ok that's a lie he can but if I want it bad enough I know how to get through some "loop holes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In comes OLIVE my wee little PEKA A TZU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a bad week and I was missing Harry Man so desperately.  (Harry went to a new home after the "black summer of 2011") I asked Jake if we could go to a "puppy" store just so I could hold a puppy and have it give me kisses and also go to the movie theater across the street to see a movie.  I even went as far as looking up movie times so he wouldn't think I would ask to bring one home.  After he agreed, I suggested we meet up with his sister at a little spot called Beefs where beer is on tap at $2.00 a glass (the big one). Yes my friends I stooped to that level, I got my husband drunk and then let him buy me a puppy even went as far as making him think that buying the puppy was his idea. HAHA Go ahead and call me conniving and manipulative because in this situation I was both and I dont regret it one little bit!  In the end sloshed or not sloshed we love out little peka a tzu even though for the first time in two weeks she crapped on my floor (right after I bragged to Tonya about how AMAZING she was doing on potty training)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8773964028477752259?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8773964028477752259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8773964028477752259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8773964028477752259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8773964028477752259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2012/01/olivia-marie-corley-aka-olive.html' title='Olivia Marie Corley AKA OLIVE'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp26XQTXqg8/Txsb92p8XaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IyirdMH0Jac/s72-c/321164_2645780147191_1336275401_33015744_863070991_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3202496979549977474</id><published>2012-01-20T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:53:37.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$74.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkJbzfkrAAU/TxoZCHbiFdI/AAAAAAAAAag/dTgxHlin86U/s1600/amg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;What does $74.20 buy you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699895802535744978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkJbzfkrAAU/TxoZCHbiFdI/AAAAAAAAAag/dTgxHlin86U/s320/amg3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One "Pink Paisley Jumper" for Bitty Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkLyb6JI_MU/TxoY8URFUEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/QxqgxIcCqCM/s1600/amg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699895702902362178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkLyb6JI_MU/TxoY8URFUEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/QxqgxIcCqCM/s320/amg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMbJHV0qmY/TxoY4O8yQhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0xb4nkX317w/s1600/amg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One "Inner You Star Jacket" for American Girl Doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; height: 250px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699895632755573266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMbJHV0qmY/TxoY4O8yQhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0xb4nkX317w/s320/amg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One "Campus Casual Outfit" for American Girl Doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8TxKZk6LxQ/TxoYtLCxsTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XcCUJiyLMc4/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699895442728399154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8TxKZk6LxQ/TxoYtLCxsTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XcCUJiyLMc4/s320/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE WHOLE ENTIRE WEEK ALONE (NO KENZIE LYNN SQUEEZING IN BETWEEN) IN BED WITH THIS SEXY MAN....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$74.20 SO WELL SPENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3202496979549977474?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3202496979549977474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3202496979549977474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3202496979549977474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3202496979549977474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2012/01/7420.html' title='$74.20'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkJbzfkrAAU/TxoZCHbiFdI/AAAAAAAAAag/dTgxHlin86U/s72-c/amg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3737071994575241671</id><published>2011-12-06T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T07:01:19.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That 7 Letter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;ANXIETY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dirty little word...I know.  I have been struggling with this problem my entire life and it wasn't until I almost got divorced that I realized I did in fact have a problem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I consider myself a "runner", I love running, the sound of your feet hiting the pavement, the sweat dripping of your face, your heart pounding, pushing myself to go just a little farther than yesterday.  I also love to RUN from my problems.  I don't like confrontation so I just "run" away.  Example,  When I lived in Utah one of my best freinds came to be my roommate.  We were so close and for a few months it worked out.  Instead of facing things head on with her, I "ran" to a new apartment and lost one of my best friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When Jake and I met it was shortly thereafter that I became pregnant. Go ahead and think what you want to think but if I could do it all over again I would do it exactly like I did.  When&lt;br /&gt;I was pregnant for the first time in years I could breath.  It was like this weight had been lifted and I could truly enjoy life.  I fell in love, and for those nine months everything was perfect.  I have now come to learn that the chemicals in my body were off and my hormone levels shifting when I was pregnant made the chemicals normal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fast forward two years to this summer.  I was at an all time low.  I felt like I was drowning.  I felt like a bad mother because I couldn't handle every day things.  I was a horrible wife, which made my husband want to be home less and less.  It wasn't until I sat in a room with my doctor that he said my entire life would change with one little pill. (Well two little pills....one is for the really bad days) I will happily announce that little baby pill saved me, and my marriage.  I wake up everymorning without the chest pain or aches.  I can laugh when Kenzie is being her normal stubborn self and I can let loose and have fun with my husband.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anxiety is real....it doesn't make you any less of a person if you need help.  Life is so hard and overwhelming and just too much at times and if a little pill can make it easier for you then do it.  Talk to your doctor and help yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanted to write about this because my friend wrote about her anxiety issues in one of her post and it made me want to come forward too. If you have any questions, you can ask away and I would love to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3737071994575241671?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3737071994575241671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3737071994575241671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3737071994575241671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3737071994575241671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-7-letter-word.html' title='That 7 Letter Word'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-598584222272632131</id><published>2011-08-04T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:03:48.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M HERE...I'M HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't worry......i'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last post was April 12th about a cleaning service.  I never got that cleaning service because right after that my life pretty much did a 180.  I'm not going into details because sometimes there are some things that need to be kept private but I will say that I have the most amazing support system in this entire world.  Bad things happen in life and will always happen and its the most amazing feeling knowing that there are people in my life that really will literally drop what they are doing at that exact second to come and pick up the pieces for me because I just simply can't.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast Forward......to now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little family of three is still together, strong and happy.  Jake and I decided that we HAD to move (well really it was me and he agreed) our neighborhood was just too roudy and not what I wanted my daughter to grow up in.  So we moved into his mom's house.  I know most of you are probably covering your mouths saying you feel horrible for me but really I absolutley love my in-laws.  Every single on of them.  We are currently looking for a new house...NO CLUSTER HOMES! A bigger yard and a basement.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working with my Dad as his administrrative assistant and I love every second of it.  I am learning lots of new things like Quickbooks (seriously I hate you) and doing payroll and HR stuff.  It's nice because I pretty much come and go as I please.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzie started a new school and loves it.  She is so smart and has a bit of a potty mouth (It's true I have a problem with swearing...my one and only fault HAHA) but don't worry we are working on it.  The other day we were looking for my cat and Kenzie says "ughh that damn cat" how can you not help but laugh at that??? I mean seriously it's funny.  Jake and I held it together long enough to explain that its NOT OK to say bad words then we walked outside and lost it!  I had her hair chopped off and I love it....she looks so big.  She also got a feather in her hair, I got one almost a month ago and she has been begging for one ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake and I bought a 2011 Harley.  CRAZY! We needed to start doing things we both love and we both love that bike.  There is just something about riding on the back of a Harley that is just so liberating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are good.....so much better than three months ago.  I'm happy, Jake's happy and most importantly McKenzie Lynn is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-598584222272632131?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/598584222272632131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=598584222272632131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/598584222272632131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/598584222272632131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-hereim-here.html' title='I&apos;M HERE...I&apos;M HERE'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8562522748255102484</id><published>2011-04-12T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:25:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to do or NOT to do...that is the questions</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty OCD when it comes to cleaning our house! We have three dogs a cat and a three year old, I kinda have to be OCD! Best from the WEST told me one time if you don't make your bed everyday then spiders will crawl in your bed and bite you while your asleep...I'm not about to have that happen so everyday before I leave for work EVERY bed in my house is made as well as every sink dried out and so on and so on. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jake tries to help but usually get distracted with a motorcycle or a truck or American Pickers so the house work is left up to me. I used to love it but now that i'm working full time and a full time mommy and a full time maid I'm overwhelmed SOLUTION: HIRE A CLEANING COMPANY TO COME IN AND CLEAN MY HOUSE FOR ME! I have looked into it, found one I love and guess what even though Jake says we can handle it, I have decided to do it anyway! Last night I broke the news to him that I was no longer going to be the house maid and we were literally going to hire one and he of course said NO WAY and I told him I was doing it whether he liked it or not. I was all prepared to duke it out with him (we are both super stubborn) but I think he could see the desperation in my eyes and threw in the white towel before the war even began. Starting in two weeks the burden of cleaning my house to my standards is no longer on me and now I can enjoy this beautiful Georgia spring time weather with Kenzie on Saturdays and Sundays! HELLO POOL TIME! I chose TO DO and don't even feel the slightest bit guilty! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8562522748255102484?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8562522748255102484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8562522748255102484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8562522748255102484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8562522748255102484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-do-or-not-to-dothat-is-questions.html' title='to do or NOT to do...that is the questions'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2387790803564721603</id><published>2011-03-29T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:15:25.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing worse than sitting at your desk and feeling like crap! I think I'm starting to get sick. I have that drunk feeling going on and I can't seem to keep my focus on these stupid insurance claims. Everytime I get a call I just want to hang up on the person cause I just don't feel like listening to these crazy people complain about how wet their house is. Its 3:15 so only and hour and forty-five minutes left. Jake is for sure gonna be mommy tonight because as soon as I get home, I'm headed straight to bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589581929772954882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuwfFR4cQUY/TZIvJncPNQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OkwtrtuOq2U/s320/Exhausted2_tnb.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2387790803564721603?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2387790803564721603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2387790803564721603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2387790803564721603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2387790803564721603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/03/sick-at-work.html' title='Sick At Work'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuwfFR4cQUY/TZIvJncPNQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OkwtrtuOq2U/s72-c/Exhausted2_tnb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2831497953371918605</id><published>2011-03-28T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T06:14:05.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I want to do right this second is curl up in bed with Kenzie and protect her from the horrible world that we live in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2831497953371918605?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2831497953371918605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2831497953371918605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2831497953371918605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2831497953371918605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-want-to-do-right-this-second-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1491382992314340654</id><published>2011-03-25T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:33:23.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOYS OF PARENTING...Kenzie already knows how to work it</title><content type='html'>Every morning, we have the same routine.  Alarm goes off, hit snooze a few times, drag myself out of bed, take the four-legged babies potty, get in the shower, turn Kenzie's light on and open her door, fix my hair, fix my makeup, get dressed, wake Kenzie up, get her dressed, brush her hair, brush her teeth, give her a flintstone and out the door we all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today everything went as usual until I turned on her light, she sat straight up in a wonderful mood and wanted to watch me get ready.  At some point, Kenzie left my bathroom and went to hers bringing back her DORA battery operated toothbrush.  She wanted me to brush her teeth right that second.  I looked down at her and told her she needed to wait until I was done getting ready and then I would get her all situated.  I then asked her if she wanted to watch Oso while I got ready. She told me no and asked if she could brush her teeth.  Fast forward ten minutes....I have now said no probably 20 times and I tell her if she asks again I'm going to spank her little white butt!  Fast forward another ten minutes I am getting dressed at this point and I look down to see Kenzie with her mouth full of who knows what.  I ask her what the heck is in her mouth and she gives me this crazy little smile.  I KNEW she had toothpaste in her mouth.  Of course I pick her up while yelling at her telling her I told her to wait.  After she spit the toothpaste in the sink she grins at me and says "DADDY SAID YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I go to Jake who is in our closet and start yelling at him telling him I told her no 189789 times! He looks at me and says oh i'm sorry I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH She is almost three people and way way way to smart for her own good.  It's a good thing she is stinking cute or I don't know what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch today I told my mom the story and she died laughing and told me it was KARMA! I don't know what she is talking about I was a PERFECT daughter especially in my teenage years! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1491382992314340654?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1491382992314340654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1491382992314340654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1491382992314340654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1491382992314340654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/03/joys-of-parentingkenzie-already-knows.html' title='JOYS OF PARENTING...Kenzie already knows how to work it'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7738486528222015856</id><published>2011-03-22T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T05:55:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Easter candy is by far the best holiday candy! For the next month and a half I have to stay away from any and all grocery stores...I HATE MY LIFE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sissy is getting married May 21 and for her sake and her pictures sake I will not be eating any more of these......just as soon I finish the 6 pack I bought yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586886999431361122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unL0vbiy0TY/TYicIBlasmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6rYzx_6hKZw/s320/034000002382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7738486528222015856?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7738486528222015856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7738486528222015856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7738486528222015856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7738486528222015856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/03/easter-candy.html' title='Easter Candy'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unL0vbiy0TY/TYicIBlasmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6rYzx_6hKZw/s72-c/034000002382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1660282679934607121</id><published>2011-03-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:06:41.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So UGLY it's CUTE</title><content type='html'>We all know that i L O V E my furry babies! I have two big boys and a tiny princess cat...my parents knew from the day I was born that whoever married me would be getting themselves into a life full of fur and loud noise. I have been asking Jake-e-poo for a HAIRLESS CHINESE CRESTED for a long freaking time! Last weekend we almost got one but last minute it fell through so today as I was online I came across this little BEAUTY! I talked to Jake and we are totally doing it (I had to promise NO spending any money for the next little while...stupid i know but hey if it gets me the dog then I'm A OK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of my little guy yet but don't you worry I will post a million soon!  Here is what he is going to look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585096049067945970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lndC4eQP87k/TYI_Q_kh7_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ypbgz5t-53M/s320/chu.jpg" /&gt;This dog is TOTALLY me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1660282679934607121?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1660282679934607121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1660282679934607121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1660282679934607121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1660282679934607121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-ugly-its-cute.html' title='So UGLY it&apos;s CUTE'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lndC4eQP87k/TYI_Q_kh7_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ypbgz5t-53M/s72-c/chu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3206532378881000257</id><published>2011-03-07T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:43:36.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>Today I went to work like usual...trying to think of a way to drag out actually getting to work.  I love hitting traffic.  Once I got there I was super annoyed so when the opportunity arose and I was able to leave you better believe I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Kenzie and went home and took a nap.  After we got McDonalds and applebee's yummys!  I started HCG and the first two days are literally EAT SHIT days so I can build my fat store...except its already pretty built up! Anyways as I am spending the day with my daughter I can't help but think of how cool she is.  She plays pretend now...COME ON how friggin cool! We can play babies or store or kitchen or teacher!  I had so much fun.  I needed today.  The weekends are big whirl winds and I never get to enjoy them anymore.  Today was the best day I have had in a while...I didn't worry about my house.  I didn't worry about work...I didn't even worry about what was supposed to be for dinner (PS totally ate Pizza...told you shit day!)  Today was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Jake and I bought a 2011 Jeep Patriot! Thats right I FINALLY got rid of the malibu! Except there were some awesome memories in that little piece of junk and Kenzie Lynn keeps asking where her car is.  Its pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a quick shout out...Mom and Dad I hope you know that all four of us children that you spawned love you more than anything in this world.  There is no telling where I would be today if it had not been for the two of you.  Words can't describe how much love and respect I have for the both of you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3206532378881000257?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3206532378881000257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3206532378881000257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3206532378881000257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3206532378881000257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/03/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2121990100471310641</id><published>2011-01-29T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T18:53:46.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McKenzie Lynn</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite song right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My Arms&lt;br /&gt;by Plumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby blues&lt;br /&gt;so full of wonder&lt;br /&gt;Your curly ques's&lt;br /&gt;your contagious smile&lt;br /&gt;And as I watch you grow up&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds will rage in&lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down&lt;br /&gt;Waves will crash all around you&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story books&lt;br /&gt;Are full of fairy-tales&lt;br /&gt;Of Kings and Queens&lt;br /&gt;And the bluest skies&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn just in knowing&lt;br /&gt;You'll somebody see&lt;br /&gt;The truth for lies&lt;br /&gt;When the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds will rage in&lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down&lt;br /&gt;Waves will crash all around you&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castles they might crumble&lt;br /&gt;Dreams may not come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are never all alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will always&lt;br /&gt;Always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I&lt;br /&gt;Hey I&lt;br /&gt;Will love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds will rage in&lt;br /&gt;Storms will race in&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Rains will pour down&lt;br /&gt;Waves will crash all around&lt;br /&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear this song I loose it.  I think back to my teenage years...so confusing and scary and awful.  I made so many wrong turns and my mom and dad were always there to lead me back home again.  I think to Kenzie and how hard it will be for her and I just want her to know without a shadow of a doubt that no matter what I will always love her.  She will be safe with Jake and I.  This song is so beautiful you all should listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEwKWpWfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Af0A_Hu0m1k/s1600/weddingweekend%2B170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567791371028879858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEwKWpWfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Af0A_Hu0m1k/s320/weddingweekend%2B170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEv-lQF9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0UMg-5uTG8g/s1600/summer09%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567791367868913618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEv-lQF9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/0UMg-5uTG8g/s320/summer09%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEv4BOHzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Mezf73BiH6Q/s1600/summer09%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567791366107176754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEv4BOHzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Mezf73BiH6Q/s320/summer09%2B022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567790204453560930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTDsQhaomI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ADHv2cKRUrk/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY%2B021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567790201599666050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTDsF4_p4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OhCgVdFe68o/s320/mommy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567790201902878002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTDsHBSTTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xbfl1tsNowo/s320/birthday%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567790195067204050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTDrtjiMdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/A9a7R6wXyIw/s320/DSCN0693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567790189848812498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTDraHX29I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_89jZM5WBeI/s320/DSCN0838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567788377901097938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTCB8FX49I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cwTRwDCRtQw/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2121990100471310641?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2121990100471310641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2121990100471310641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2121990100471310641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2121990100471310641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/mckenzie-lynn.html' title='McKenzie Lynn'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TUTEwKWpWfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Af0A_Hu0m1k/s72-c/weddingweekend%2B170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8064324004180642918</id><published>2011-01-24T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T05:21:55.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Seven things that cross my mind a lot</title><content type='html'>1. AHHHH I OVERSLEPT&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I could fit into my old jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. My Kenzie Lynn is the most awesome kid ever&lt;br /&gt;4. My husband is the best (he starts my car every morning so its warm when I get in it)&lt;br /&gt;5. Is it almost 5:00?&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;7. AHHHHHHH its so nice to be warm and cozy in my bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8064324004180642918?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8064324004180642918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8064324004180642918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8064324004180642918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8064324004180642918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-four-seven-things-that-cross-my.html' title='Day Four: Seven things that cross my mind a lot'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8002018099716483207</id><published>2011-01-24T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T05:18:41.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three: Eight things that I couldn't live without!</title><content type='html'>1. Jake and Kenzie...that was easy&lt;br /&gt;2. My three furry babies&lt;br /&gt;3. My extended family&lt;br /&gt;4. My wonderful friends&lt;br /&gt;5. DVR (I had no idea what I was missing until I actually had it)&lt;br /&gt;6. My driod (I would be so lost without it)&lt;br /&gt;7. Pasta&lt;br /&gt;8. An occasional sip of Mr. Pibb (I cut out soda a month ago but I still gotta have it every once in a while)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8002018099716483207?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8002018099716483207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8002018099716483207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8002018099716483207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8002018099716483207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-three-eight-things-that-i-couldnt.html' title='Day Three: Eight things that I couldn&apos;t live without!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-748039623616632235</id><published>2011-01-23T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:27:01.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>It seriously took me an hour to post this last post and I got so frustrated I almost quite 3 times (i am so impatient!) Can somebody please help a girl out...I need to know how to post a cute picture in my header and I am having issues with my dumb pictures not wanting to go where i want them too! THANKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-748039623616632235?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/748039623616632235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=748039623616632235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/748039623616632235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/748039623616632235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3090958469163713940</id><published>2011-01-23T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:25:12.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TWO: Nine things most people don't know about me!</title><content type='html'>1. One of my very best friends is Jake's high school sweetheart! We double date ALL THE TIME SHOUT OUT SHERRIL MARSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565571539283158754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzh08r_JuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vCb4xfov0w0/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am ALWAYS second guessing myself when it comes to my mothering skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565570892444220754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzhPTBkPVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xELPRalpbKM/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I own two pairs of shoes that I can't walk in. I am a "pro" when it comes to wearing heels but I have met my match with these little buggers. I need to hire a stripper to teach me how to walk in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567807282684130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzebt5vIOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/J69froGdrK0/s320/DSCN1388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tori Spelling is my hero! I think she is a wonderful mother, great actress, BEAUTIFUL except when she was TOO skinny this past summer (YOU LOOK GREAT NOW GIRL) and a super classy lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567803169554770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzebelFwVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/t7IwzFgKBGA/s320/tori%2Bspelling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I HATE HATE HATE fish! Jake offered me $200.00 dollars to eat a shrimp and I had an anxiety attack when I went to put it in my mouth! (True story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567798875927298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzebOlaMwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zJ1lJksZusg/s320/shrimp.jpg" /&gt;6. I am scared to death of birds, deer and fish. THANK YOU Alfred Hitchcock and your stupid move that I HAD to watch in sixth grade, THANK YOU 3 accidents and THANK YOU mr. dead catfish floating at the surface that slit my leg open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567793699768034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzea7TURuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cABXKsFEZms/s320/birds.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. We need updated family pictures done badly but I am too scared to get them done because of how badly I have let myself go (LIZ...i am STOKED for your contest and ASHLEY we are going to be in Utah this summer for Whits wedding...I need prices!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I have a "special" language for my animals and they all have first middle and of course last names as well as about 50 nicknames each (Don't worry they don't have a complex or anything!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am the worlds worst dancer...No Joke...I am horrible...I saw the wedding footage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565567788794466642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzeapBzUVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/InW-ue6jH1A/s320/bad%2Bdancer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3090958469163713940?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3090958469163713940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3090958469163713940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3090958469163713940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3090958469163713940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-two-nine-things-most-people-dont.html' title='DAY TWO: Nine things most people don&apos;t know about me!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TTzh08r_JuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vCb4xfov0w0/s72-c/DSCN1160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7365647588964237909</id><published>2011-01-21T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:02:11.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: Ten things you wish you could say to someone right now</title><content type='html'>1.  Your one sexy hott man and even though I'm a crazy, moody, mean lady sometimes I love you no matter what.  I promise I will try harder to be better...I do see how hard you are trying and I'm so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I know you better than anybody in the world and I love you so much!I'm so scared for you right now....your really need to start living in the reality of the situation and not the fantasy world you have created.  It's not just about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am so glad I stopped being so judgemental because I honestly don't know what I would do without you.  I love you and your cute little fam so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your going to be a wonderful mommy and I love you and LP so much.  Its a good thing you stopped calling me flip-out-hair girl cause I don't know where I would be today if it wasn't for all your harsh reality slap in the face talks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Where do I even start with you...I call you with a confession and you know exactly what to say to make me feel better or your going through the same thing too.  No matter what your always there for me and your the most loyal human being I know.  I want nothing but a happy life for you because you deserve nothing less of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The stuff you said about my family and I has left me so hurt.  Not a day goes by where I don't remember how hurt I felt when everything went down.  You didn't even have the balls to say I'm Sorry...I screwed up!  Your pathetic, selfish, and down right poison and I really hope I never see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You three furry four legged creatures will never know how much I truly love you.  I consider each one of you my children and I'm so grateful that I have you three to cry on and love on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am so thankful for the example you both have showed me on how to make a marriage work....it is crazy to me that after 25 years you still love each other the same amount as the day you were married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'm so glad that we have become so close.  I was worried that you and I wouldn't get like that but we did.  You and the kids mean so much and I love all three of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Thank you for introducing Jake and I!  You were my first real friend here in GA and I'm so glad you and your family are such a big part of our lives.  Your like a sister to me and I love the boys like they are my own! Your husband is pretty awesome too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7365647588964237909?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7365647588964237909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7365647588964237909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7365647588964237909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7365647588964237909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-one-ten-things-you-wish-you-could.html' title='Day One: Ten things you wish you could say to someone right now'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2265269166460583913</id><published>2011-01-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:30:36.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 DAYS</title><content type='html'>DAY ONE: TEN THINGS YOU WANT TO SAY TO TEN DIFFERENT PEOPLE RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO: NINE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE: EIGHT THINGS YOU COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR: SEVEN THINGS THAT CROSS YOUR MIND A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FIVE: SIX THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE OR WISH YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY SIX: FIVE PEOPLE WHO MEAN A LOT TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY SEVEN: FOUR TURN OFFS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY EIGHT: THREE TURN ONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY NINE: TWO WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TEN: ONE CONFESSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much fun does this sound?? I think everyone should do it with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2265269166460583913?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2265269166460583913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2265269166460583913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2265269166460583913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2265269166460583913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-days.html' title='10 DAYS'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-6328393129271222162</id><published>2011-01-21T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:02:01.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 IN REVIEW</title><content type='html'>I stopped writing in my blog about mid-October.  It was a very very very bad 2 1/2 months.  HORRIBLE...lets just say I was so glad to leave 2010 behind me.  Instead of giving you all the gorey details about my hardest time of my life I figure I will do what everybody else is doing and review my 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Started back at school with hopes of getting my BSN in nursing&lt;br /&gt;*Jake turned 24&lt;br /&gt;*Got a house&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzie started daycare and LOVES it&lt;br /&gt;*Finished Spring semester with a nearly perfect GPA!&lt;br /&gt;*Started Summer semester&lt;br /&gt;*Wrote papers about William Falukner while Jake and Kenzie played in the pool :(&lt;br /&gt;*Went To NJ to visit SISSY with Hubby and Kenzie Lynn&lt;br /&gt;*My best friend Nicole Burruss got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;*My little sister Nichole Brodeur got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;*Stopped taking BC hoping I would get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;*Finished Summer semester with a nearly perfect GPA&lt;br /&gt;*Started Fall semester&lt;br /&gt;*Carrie and Larry came to Visit&lt;br /&gt;*My best friend Carrie Pierce got pregant&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzie's ears started to bother her&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzies ears really started to bother her&lt;br /&gt;*Decided she needed to have surgery again&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzie had old tubes removed, new ones put in, and adenoids taken out&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzie was sick for a month in a half after sugery!&lt;br /&gt;*I missed a month and a half of school&lt;br /&gt;*School was unwilling to work with me and I was forced to withdraw which basically gave me F's in all my classes&lt;br /&gt;*3.8 GPA that I worked my butt of for dropped to a 1.8 (AWESOME...don't worry im not bitter or anything)&lt;br /&gt;*Realized I will never get into a nursing school (again don't worry im not bitter)&lt;br /&gt;*Jake's boss lost his company which means Jake was out of work&lt;br /&gt;*Got back on BC ASAP&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzie was a witch for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;*My Mom's family came for Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;*Kenzie met her cousin Abbey and it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!  (She still asks about Abbey every day)&lt;br /&gt;*Jake got a job as a project manager&lt;br /&gt;*I got a job as an administration assistant&lt;br /&gt;*Life finally started to go back to normal around Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 I'm so thankful your gone and so far 2011 has been so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-6328393129271222162?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6328393129271222162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=6328393129271222162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6328393129271222162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6328393129271222162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-review_21.html' title='2010 IN REVIEW'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4327070900342026505</id><published>2010-10-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:23:05.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACES</title><content type='html'>Guess what keeps me going after a week like this (and its only Wednesday)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527612883393117650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYGoYKE_dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_-Pcjaa87B4/s320/DSCN1039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYFdX0SkII/AAAAAAAAATs/j7DJaW9170I/s1600/20101002150114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611594811543682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYFdX0SkII/AAAAAAAAATs/j7DJaW9170I/s320/20101002150114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611491969129666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYFXYsv3MI/AAAAAAAAATk/QzSpU8soREE/s320/20100930102743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611419608352530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYFTLImBxI/AAAAAAAAATc/x4atAwoChqQ/s320/20100926123456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611347639517778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYFO_B4wlI/AAAAAAAAATU/2cJabZgSXEw/s320/20100816151457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611262311130722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYFKBKA5mI/AAAAAAAAATM/s8o9QsnH6-o/s320/20100718124159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609089892675186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYDLkRF7nI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KNp78kAMiT4/s320/DSCN0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527609482328460322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYDiaNEzCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wGrtAZ3jvBY/s320/DSCN0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4327070900342026505?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4327070900342026505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4327070900342026505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4327070900342026505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4327070900342026505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/10/faces.html' title='FACES'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TLYGoYKE_dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_-Pcjaa87B4/s72-c/DSCN1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4328480409297912588</id><published>2010-10-01T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:19:18.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While the husbands away....the wifey gets to play!</title><content type='html'>WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh..so while my husband is off being all hottie and junk riding a motorcycle all over florida I get to stay at home and do homework and clean! AWESOME.  I was supposed to go with him and then I decided I needed to stay home and be a good student. He left Wednesday I didn't go to school on Thrusday because I felt like puking and I didn't go to school today because I felt like puking again! I started to feel sorry for myself so I bought a pregnany test hoping it would brighten up my little old day and it came back -NO! SUCK MY LIFE!! Oh well there is always next month I suppose :( Anyways my big plans are to clean and do homework how lame is that?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4328480409297912588?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4328480409297912588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4328480409297912588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4328480409297912588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4328480409297912588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/10/while-husbands-awaythe-wifey-gets-to.html' title='While the husbands away....the wifey gets to play!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-9114759925052264980</id><published>2010-09-15T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:33:43.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks, Pimples, and COFFEE</title><content type='html'>Have you all seen that Beyonce movie obsessed?!?  The crazy lady in that movie is EXACTLY how my daughter acts towards.....ROCKS!!! Ok so most little girls like flowers but my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L O V E S&lt;/span&gt; rocks!!!  Every day as I was pulling clothes out of the washer I would find a handful of rocks.  At first I was really confused and blamed my husband for my laundry findings (sorry jake) but then after a weekend in the mountains with my family I realized it was Kenzie.  At school she was the "rock" trendsetter so now all the other moms hate me because their washers are full of rocks as well. (Ok so they don't really hate me but i'm sure they hate the rocks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I am back in middle school because my face is crater-park central! EWWW Its awful! I don't know if it is because I am really stressed, changed my face wash, off birth control or a combination of all three BUT all I know is if my pimple face does not SLOW down my butt is heading to the dermatologist PRONTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make...a dirty little confession...The other night I pulled an all nighter and the only way I could make that happen is if I drank coffee. Normal people would drink a few cokes but because I drink a few cokes a day soda does nothing for my sleepyness!  Anyways so I drank all this hazelnut coffee and now I am addicted!  My teeth are going to be yellow in about six months but its a small price to pay to be able to get through my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going really well.  I am so happy I decided to drop my math class...as of right now I have high A's in all my classes.  Its still extremely hot in Georgia so I hope the weather changes soon because I LOVE LOVE LOVE fall and all the fall fashions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-9114759925052264980?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9114759925052264980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=9114759925052264980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/9114759925052264980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/9114759925052264980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/09/rocks-pimples-and-coffee.html' title='Rocks, Pimples, and COFFEE'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8695611939004516813</id><published>2010-08-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:53:38.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>This semester is going to be a blast!  I am three days in and honestly don't have anything to complain about!  I am super excited about Spanish cause I'm with the same professor and he is awesome.  BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8695611939004516813?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8695611939004516813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8695611939004516813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8695611939004516813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8695611939004516813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html' title='SCHOOL'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8398263542284248757</id><published>2010-08-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T05:29:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School....Back to School!</title><content type='html'>I feel like this little two week break was a major major tease. NOT COOL!  School starts again on Monday and boy am I in for a treat this semester....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1101&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1101 Lab&lt;br /&gt;Communications 1100&lt;br /&gt;Math 1111&lt;br /&gt;Human Growth and Development 2103&lt;br /&gt;Spanish 1102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little nervous about this schedule but my advisor promised me I would be fine.  EMORY here I come.  I asked him what I could do to "pad" my transcript and he told me to join a sorority HAHAHAH. Literally I laughed at him I also said did you forget that I have a two year old and a husband.  I'm not really much of sorority girl material anymore.  Instead of having mixers at my house I could invite the girls over for a little diaper changing lesson.  We both got a good laugh out of that one BUT he did say that greek life at gainesville wasn't like the movies.  So guess who is signing up for a sorority this week.  It kinds makes me sad though I think it would be funny to be a part of rush week and such but oh well.  I get to pay like $150.00 just so that the school will put a Greek letter on my transcript. Anything to get in right?  I also am going to start volunteering at the Womens Center at Northside.  I want an in and I think that will help.  So my dear friends for the next few months of my life I will try to keep you all updated but I will probably be spending all my time in the library and bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8398263542284248757?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8398263542284248757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8398263542284248757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8398263542284248757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8398263542284248757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-schoolback-to-school.html' title='Back to School....Back to School!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2966727815025399781</id><published>2010-08-05T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:37:48.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get personal</title><content type='html'>This little blog is really my only place to write down my feelings and usually I try to make it super positive because who really wants to read somebody complaining about their life drama? Today my friends is going to be negative nelly day so if your not in a mood to read a vent session I suggest you hit the little arrow back button quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those days where you literally want to scream as loud as you can and then just ball your eyes out? Today was that day to a T for me. It started off by getting NO sleep last night because one...my boob was killing me (yea totally time for a new bra ASAP one girl is not getting any support) and two my daughter was screaming because she wanted her daddy. This just happens to be Jakes week out of town AWESOME! So Kenzie and I had big play date plans set for today so instead of taking her to daycare I put her in my bed with the TV on while I took a shower. Our master bathroom is connected to our closet and its not unusual for Kenzie to go in the closet and try on my shoes (it makes me so happy when she does that I think its really cute). Most of you mommies know that there is a quiet and a too quiet with children and well Kenzie was WAY WAY WAY TOO QUIET! I got out of the shower and looked in my closet and there she was with her sunblock bottle and sunblock all over the floor, her ENTIRE body, and a pair of $100.00 shoes that I have yet to wear! When she see's that im upset she gets this little grin on her face and says...Where's Daddy? AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go on our play date and the kids are playing in the sprinkler out front. Kenzie went around the corner of the house for 2 SECONDS and in those two short seconds she managed to paint a section of Sherrils brown house white! 2 SECONDS AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting home we walked over to Nicole's house because she just found out she is having a BOY!!!! Of course I want to go see my best friend so while we are talking about all things baby and my big plans for her shower my daughter manages to hit Luke multiple times and then as im repremanding her hits me in my bad boob with a freaking xbox game case! AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time out is a no go because suprise suprise she likes it in time out AND puts herself in it without being in trouble and when I spank her booty it doesn't phase her at all. I was warned about terrible two's and im not kidding they are horrible and the worst part is I can be so mad and all she has to do is walk up to me and say "Mommy hold you hold you" Or "Mommy I love you" Or "Cuddle Mommy" and I melt! Tonight she was giving me a hard time about going to bed and seriously I was so over the day but while we were singing she started singing with me the lullabye that my mom wrote and sung for me while I was a child. Every ounce of anger and frustration was gone as she was looking up at me singing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she went to bed I watched yesterdays SYTYCD. Kents last dance was about two best friends and one of them got stabbed in the back. So this has happened to me recently in and it sucks. I sat on my couch watching this dance crying like a little baby. No joke fetal position and all. Seriously why do girls have to be such bitches! I feel like I go above and beyond for my friends and this person just made me feel awful. I get so sick thinking about it. Jake has hated her for years and I stuck up for her! My husband and I have fought about her hundreds of times and I wouldn't take his advice. UGH I feel like an idiot and it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im glad I vented about life please don't think I hate being a mom because I honestly love it more than anything in the world. My daughter is so amazing and I would not change one little part of her (even the attitude) if I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2966727815025399781?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2966727815025399781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2966727815025399781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2966727815025399781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2966727815025399781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-get-personal.html' title='Time to get personal'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1084098727842954071</id><published>2010-07-27T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:38:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 1 YEAR LOVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know im a little late but July 18 was Jake and I's 1 year anniversary! We were lucky enough to have an awesome weekend vacation at the beach (his sister came with us but was in a different condo). This post is for you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being my other half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for holding me while I cry about stupid things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for looking at me the way you look at me (your googley eyes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being such an awesome Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for giving me a beautiful healthy daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for understanding my need to go back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for telling me how beautiful I am even on my no shower days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for working so hard for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for understanding my obsession with animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for not laughing at me when I talk to my kitty in my special "panda" voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for joking with me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for eating my cooking (I know im pretty bad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening to me vent even when its about girl drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for letting me control the radio when im in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for ignoring me when im being a complete bitch (especially this summer...i promise no more summer session).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for understanding that sometimes I just need to yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being so willing to get my chocolate and girly products when its that time of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for watching Greys and Pretty Little Liars with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for loving me no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for loving my family (I know sometimes we can be weird).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for always being there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for always laughing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for making me the happiest I have ever been in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for not running away when you met the "broken me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for helping me find myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for making me want to become a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being the best friend I could ever ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you for being my husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you more than you will ever know and my thank you list could go on and on and on! I hope you know just how amazing you truly are! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498793164985414482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-jP-xNM1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/8NPHhri-1X8/s320/Mothers+Day+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498793945201799490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-j9ZTScUI/AAAAAAAAASE/1r2Rv_F6T00/s320/weddingweekend+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794565572255362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-khgXIXoI/AAAAAAAAASM/TN6gj-1hTF4/s320/DSCN0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794991677715714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-k6TultQI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z58bQJmSL8g/s320/DSCN0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498795332120081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-lOH-X8qI/AAAAAAAAASc/v4bqejdLLfU/s320/DSCN0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498795607870530658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-leLOZ5GI/AAAAAAAAASk/KnbwHEU5QXQ/s320/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1084098727842954071?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1084098727842954071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1084098727842954071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1084098727842954071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1084098727842954071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-1-year-lover.html' title='HAPPY 1 YEAR LOVER'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TE-jP-xNM1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/8NPHhri-1X8/s72-c/Mothers+Day+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-6917697523915182699</id><published>2010-07-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:10:47.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise I'm Not Dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer semester has taken over my life! Literally! While Kenzie and Jake are enjoying the pool, I am stuck inside doing hundreds and hundreds of math problems. When Jake and Kenzie are at the neighborhood cook (that happens almost everyday) I am stuck inside writing papers about A Raisin in the Sun! STUPID STUPID STUPID idea to take summer classes. I LOVE laying out at the pool during summer and hanging out with friends WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that my rant is over with I can fill you all in on life! I really don't know where to start so lets go with New Jersey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jersey was fun but really really cold. We had a ton of fun in New York and Jake and I decided that we need to take a long weekend and spend it in the city! So much we wanted to see that we just didn't have time for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Jersey school started. I had signed up for three classes and now am only down to two. Summer semester is 16 weeks worth of material compressed into eight. I had signed up for math 99 english 1102 and communications 1100. I went to all my classes for the first three weeks and then decided that I needed to drop communications. That teacher HATED me! I have no earthly idea what I did/said but from the moment she called my name that first day of class she was nothing but hateful towards me. I am working really hard to get the HOPE scholarship and if this women failed me I would not get it. She really had issues! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and Stac graduated.  My cuz and I have a very special bond.  We have become really close over the five-six years.  I am so proud of him he is going to Wake Forest. Even though WAKE is FAKE I will try not to talk badly about it because he is going there! (GO CAROLINA)  My little Stacey McKenzie who is basically my sister is moving across the country to SUCKtah! (sorry to those who live and love it there im just a little bitter about her leaving) I am so proud of her as well even though she learned from the best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzie turned 2!!! Oh my gosh can I please just say I feel like I found out I was pregnant yesterday! My small little blob has turned into a dancing/sentence speaking machine! She is so so cute! We do these cute little tickle wars with her and as she is laughing she says MOMMY STOP DADDY STOP! Her party was a princess theme which fits her well because the child is the most spoiled thing I have ever seen. We rented this really cool castle bounce house and had a castle cake made for her. It was so fun and that girl got so much stuff. She got two pairs of dress up heels (You know the ones we used to play with as kids) and she LIVES in them. She also got fake lipstick/makeup set which she loves almost as much as the shoes. I told everyone to get her books because my child loves to be read too. Its so important for me to read to her because my Mom did it for us kids when we were little. Its amazing how awesome a feeling it is to be doing something for your own child that your parent did for you. I had no idea how much love my parents had for me and now I can understand it because I feel the same way for Kenzie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th of July was so much fun and very eventful! We had stuff to do every day and I don't think Kenzie went to bed before 11:00 any night that weekend! I am such a bedtime nazi I think the first night about about died when I realized how late it was and the next morning I had to wake her up at 6:00 to get ready for the town parade. I went into her room and she yelled at me when I turned the light on saying "NO! I SLEEPY!!" Jake and I were laughing so hard. I did get to spend all day Sunday at the pool so I was very thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Wednesday Jake and I are going to PANAMA CITY BEACH (florida) for our anniversary. We weren't going to do anything for it this year but we have both been so stressed with school and work I made the executive decision that this was a much much needed vacation. Sometimes I feel like we get too stressed in our own little worlds that when we are together we take it out on each other. Panama is so needed....and I think we are going parasailing! YEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Panama Carrie and Larry are coming down for a few days so im really excited about that. They come after school gets out so I will be able to hang out by the pool all day with them and have a cute little three week break before fall semester starts back up again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok picture time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491729397735493682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaKynKYEDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lLnd2WVv98w/s320/DSCN0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Subway on our way to China Town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491731363335653602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaMlBl-SOI/AAAAAAAAARE/yIG0_EscPSQ/s320/DSCN0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ferris Wheel in the Toy R Us in Times Square! Kenzie had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491731689732382786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaM4BhBIEI/AAAAAAAAARM/1FFCNEUq7vE/s320/DSCN0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491731946840095698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaNG_URe9I/AAAAAAAAARU/sFbQ7YfCYic/s320/DSCN0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491729991104140834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaLVJofFiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XZo_GFaD9Hk/s320/DSCN0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Matt and Stac graduated so we went to Eden!  Yes....chopped more than half my hair off and decided to become a blonde again...much needed change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491732370466360786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaNfpcpTdI/AAAAAAAAARc/EVwXEQJ6GMs/s320/DSCN0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kenzie right before Daddy-Daughter pool time!  I was inside writing a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491732740233934930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaN1K8GuFI/AAAAAAAAARk/GRcpGCNXa3A/s320/DSCN0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491734573894673458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaPf525JDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8jrberoZtmQ/s320/DSCN0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491734032242247506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaPAYC5B1I/AAAAAAAAARs/I-686I5WYpU/s320/DSCN0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jake was picture taker so he is not in any of her party pictures!  I know I should have had somebody else take them....its not like there weren't three sets of grandparents there.  She had an awesome outfit change TuTu and shirt were done by this lady I found on facebook and she gave me an awesome deal!  Kenzie LOVES her tutu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-6917697523915182699?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6917697523915182699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=6917697523915182699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6917697523915182699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6917697523915182699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-promise-im-not-dead.html' title='I Promise I&apos;m Not Dead!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/TDaKynKYEDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lLnd2WVv98w/s72-c/DSCN0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-9046588313738399678</id><published>2010-05-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:04:41.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite celebrities is Tori Spelling.  I think she is so funny and she balances her family/work life wonderfuly.  Tonight, as I was watching her show I could not help but to think about my little family and how grateful I am for them.  Jake is so so awesome and I love him with everything I have.  I love how much we laugh with each other...I think that is one of the most important things to have with your partner.  I love how he is such an awesome father to our daughter.  Its so funny to watch them play "kitchen" together or read books.  Ever since we have moved our relationship has gotten become so much stronger.  I loved living with my parents but let me tell you...HELLO STRESS!  It was hard really hard but moving and being on our own again is exactly what we needed.  I also feel less lonely when he is out of town which is every other week.  I think its because our best friends are our neighbors so they are my family when he is gone.  My daughter is amazing.  Everyday she does something new.  I can't believe I can have a full conversation with her, I feel like it was just yesterday she was born and now she is turning 2?!? What the heck.  She is so sweet AND she even cuddles with us now.  I love seeing her personality shining through more and more everyday.  For example, she picks out what shoes she is going to wear everyday!  My mom said I was the same way when I was her age.  She is my best friend and I can't even begin to think of what my life would be like without her.  I love standing in her room when she is asleep just watching her...she is such a happy little girl and that makes me feel so wonderful.  I love our animal children...yes i refer to them as my furry children...we love them and they love us, they also keep me sane when hubs is gone!  The boys (the dogs) especially keep me company at night (they snuggle better than Jake...just don't tell him I said that)&lt;br /&gt;School ended and I landed myself on the merit list for spring semester! YAY I never really focused on anything school related before so its nice knowing that when I do try I can come out on top.  School starts again in June so I have had the past few weeks off...it has been exactly what I needed!  Right now things in life are going really well and I can't help but to step back and look at how blessed we really are.  I have so much to be thankful for I can't wait to see where the next few years take us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-9046588313738399678?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9046588313738399678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=9046588313738399678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/9046588313738399678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/9046588313738399678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5371235190498284921</id><published>2010-04-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:25:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE</title><content type='html'>I'm so in love with our house!  It is so crazy how everything just happened, I think my last post was about how I was washing my hands from house hunting because I could not take the emotional ups and downs of it all and then we literally got "the call" two days later and BAM we had a house!  I love our neighborhood and neighbors...they are all younger families with small kids.  Its so much fun to sit on the patio with all the girls watching our kids play together while we can have "mommy time" Its awesome to finally talk about something other than eating habits and poop colors! HA I do miss my family a lot but I still see them all the time because they are only 20 minutes away. The best part about it is our pool has a little kiddie pool with that cool mushroom thing in it! I can't wait for it to open and the cookout we will have every night! Pictures are up on my facebook...this blog isnt private and my facebook is as private as it gets so go there and look at them!  Finals are going on right now...ugh i hate my life and Kenzie loves daycare.  This place is awesome...you have to have a code to get in and once you get in there is a finger print reader that will bring up Kenzies name when it recognizes your print then there is another code you have to put in then you can get your baby!  The doors are locked all the time and every room has a camera so at any point I can get online and see what she is doing!  Super cool! She loves it and loves being with all the kids...I miss her like crazy during the day but it has been nice to be able to study without worrying about what she is getting into.  We are all going to New Jersey next week to see my sister and New York for a day or so I can't wait except im a little nervous about the plane ride with Kenzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5371235190498284921?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5371235190498284921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5371235190498284921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5371235190498284921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5371235190498284921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/house.html' title='HOUSE'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2828515501974688587</id><published>2010-03-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:24:43.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Publix Bakery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Publix Bakery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to take five minutes out of your busy cake/cookie baking day to make a few small complaints about your products. My first is why oh why do your cakes have to be so fricken amazing?!? Do you understand that America is going through a crisis with obesity? I would like to suggest that you start over baking your products so they are not so perfectly melt-in-you-mouth good. I also want to complain about how light and airy your buttercream frosting is. Maybe just maybe you can make it so thick that when you put it in your mouth, one must spit it back out because its too think to swollow! I think that with these few small changes you, Publix Bakery, can fix Americas growing obesity problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kendra Corley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454076986173201826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/S7DGHzp8naI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qK9yvoHFZHM/s320/48_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2828515501974688587?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2828515501974688587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2828515501974688587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2828515501974688587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2828515501974688587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-publix-bakery.html' title='Dear Publix Bakery'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/S7DGHzp8naI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qK9yvoHFZHM/s72-c/48_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3128166539218551385</id><published>2010-03-21T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:22:34.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE HUSBAND OF THE YEAR AWARD GOES TOO....</title><content type='html'>Ok so because im in such a wonderful PMS filled mood right now I want to make a post dedicated to all the Tiger Woods and Jesse James out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what their wifes feel at this exact moment nor do I ever want too.  I have been cheated on(not to the same extent that these women have been cheated on but it was more than him kissing somebody else) by someone who I would have literally died for and I can still to this day remember ever single emotion I felt and how much not only mental pain BUT physical pain as well.  You cheating men are PATHETIC DOUCHE BAGS!!! Tiger for example, his wife is so amazingly gorgeous.  I know, I have no idea what their marriage was like behind closed doors but if it really was that bad that you need to stick your peen in somebody else GET A DIVORCE!!! Mr. James's wife is probably the most loved actress on this earth right now AND just recieved an amazing OSCAR....really you douche?!? You had to steal her thunder with your mistress opening up her UGLY tattooed face for $30,000.  REAL CLASSY JESSE JAMES! YOUR AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about everybody else but when I married my husband it was because I could not even imagine myself being with anybody else in this world.  It was about knowing that my life without him wouldn't be a life at all.  Sure I think other men are hott...who doesn't but have I ever had a desire to be with another man?!? That would be a BIG N O!!! All you little cheating jerks need to get a life and I hope that one day your male parts will be covered in EVERY single STD there is out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time to thank my husband for being faithful even though I am 36 pounds heavier then I was when we first met, bitchier than I was when we first met, more emotional then I was when we first met and still have not completly gotten over my little spending problem that I had when we first me. Thank you for loving me for me and not needing to go out into the world to find something more! You truly are an amazing husband and best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3128166539218551385?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3128166539218551385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3128166539218551385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3128166539218551385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3128166539218551385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-husband-of-year-award-goes-too.html' title='AND THE HUSBAND OF THE YEAR AWARD GOES TOO....'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-6673807601587714513</id><published>2010-03-20T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:44:59.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...ok...ok</title><content type='html'>Dear Sissy and Carrie Lynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all your hate comments about my blog! COOL....you people talk to me at least every other day so you already know whats going on in my uncool boring life right now BUT to put a stop to the anger I will update and post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is almost OVER!!! YAY I have like a few weeks off then back to school for 11 weeks I think and then another little break and then fall semester! I have narrowed down nursing schools to three that I would love to get into....EMORY...Piedmont...and Kennesaw! I for sure want my BSN so we are totally skipping over the whole ASN nonsense which means North Georgia is out! I still would love to be a history teacher BUT as we all know I really really really love shoes and well a history teachers salary won't get me many shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie Lynn is still the cutest baby in the world! I friggin love her face! She seriously is the coolest child ever AND she is starting to lay down with me in bed! We can watch an entire episode of Agent Oso together without her getting up once! She is a little shoes queen just like me and loves to go try on shoes! Jake wants to kill me BUT he can get over it! She lives for going outside so now that it is in the 70's we have been living outside (not literally of course) She has the sweetest laugh and keeps a bow in her hair for more than two seconds. She can moo like a cow, meow like a kitty cat, ohoh ahah like a monkey and RAW like a dinosaur. Her favorite word is NO and we are playing with the idea of going in the big girl potty. She still has not accomplished this yet but every day she gets closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is still working like there is no tomorrow but don't feel too sorry for him cause he really loves his job. He basically is gone a week home a week and so on and so on. I miss him a lot and after many tears and fights we finally got the routine down. (I am a woman for a strict routine and when it gets messed up I stress out majorly) He is still the hottest man alive and most amazingly wonderfuly husband ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals (Nolan, Kane, and Panda) are doing well...Panda gets really annoyed with Kenzie and tries to stay away as much as she can but sometimes Kenzie will catch her and love on her a little too hard. My cat is 6 pounds so when Kenzie lays her 23 pound body on her P gets annoyed. The dogs love her so much and love giving her rides and cuddling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House hunting is well house hunting...really annoying and im starting to think we are going to live with my parents FOREVER (ok not really) but its stressful and I wish I could snap my fingers and the perfect house would appear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to Carrie and Larry coming down when they have their spring break (except I don't know if this is really going to happen because we have not really talked about it for a few weeks) and I can't wait to go to New Jersey in May to see my SEESTER! UHMMM beach here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry life is boring and there are no pictures to post BUT I promise next time I post I will have lots of cutie pictures. Jake and I are going to the Atlanta Ballet on the 27 so I have to get all dressed up and my dress is nothing short of friggin AMAZING! Thanks Kelli Kerlin for letting me steal it. We are going to a fancy dinner first then the Ballet and maybe even stay in a fancy hotel after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie and Nichole hope this fills your blogging appetite for the next week! LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-6673807601587714513?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6673807601587714513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=6673807601587714513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6673807601587714513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6673807601587714513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/okokok.html' title='Ok...ok...ok'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4945053275133788556</id><published>2010-03-04T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:18:32.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>Life has been a little "egdy" latley.  I don't even know if that word makes sense, but to me its the perfect word.  Don't worry things between Jake and I are good besides our little fights here and there but let me tell you life is HARD!  Jake has been spending most of his days out of town which leaves me on mommy duty 24-7 and trying to find time to study and do school work has been very difficult.  To add to the stress, Jake and I have been living in my parentals basement for the past few months too look for a house and recently my Grandmother became ill and both my moms parents need our space.  So this boils down to us finding a house within a few weeks to purchase which adds even more stress on me.  Have you ever had a panic attack?  I HAVE it sucks its like you can't catch your breath and all your doing is sitting down.  Its like a weight is on your chest pushing down really hard to make it hard to breath and your stomach is all tied up in millions of little knots that the only way to sit is the fatel position because any other way will make you scream out in pain.  YEA thats been my life the past two weeks.  Its been really really hard.  I have been on edge so my daughter was unhappy and my poor husband was getting cussed out everyday for nothing.  (Well some days he deserved it but not as badly as what I gave him) Anyways...I promise this is not a depressing post&lt;br /&gt;    So this past weekend Jake was home and we talked about a lot of things and figured some stuff out.  Starting in the summer, my baby is going into daycare.  Its what is best for her, she gets so bored at home all day and I really need time to study so I can get into my top nursing school choice!  We also decided to wait on buying a house for a little while.  We will either rent a house or apartment while still looking for our perfect house.  Plus im thinking I want to build a house so it has EVERYTHING I want...im really picky.  The stress of buying a house is nothing like I have ever felt before.  Its so up and down and up and down and right now my poor little body just can't handle it.  The past two days have been really good.  Jake is out of town but Kenzie and I have been spending a lot of stress free time together.  She really is the cutest little thing out there (even when she is not taking her nap like she is supposed too...i can hear her right now) She has all these cute little "tricks" she does and she gets so happy to see how Jake and I react to them.  This weekend we are going to my grandparents house to visit with the entire family which I am super excited about and then the next week is my much needed and deserved SPRING BREAK!!! I plan on sleeping in until 8:00 am every morning and not open my books once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4945053275133788556?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4945053275133788556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4945053275133788556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4945053275133788556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4945053275133788556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7860992339345244153</id><published>2010-02-20T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:13:48.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Two's WHAT?!?</title><content type='html'>My daughter has been fairly easy on me up til this point in her life.  I know I complained about not enough sleep here and there but the child has been really really good! This will lead me into my story...My daughter is so independent, she has to drink from a big girl cup with no lid, she has to brush her own teeth, and she has to put on her own chapstick!  Her favorite word is NO and PAPA (maybe thats because my father gives her WHATEVER she wants!) So the other day I was on the phone crying to my dear friend Courtney Hawkins complaining about something or another when I hear Kenzie splashing around in some water in the bathroom...this could only mean one things...POTTY TIME! So I yelled "Kenzie get out of the toilet thats gross" she proceeds to say NO NO NO! So I say "ONE(pause a few seconds) TWO(pause a few seconds) now in any normal situation she would come running into the room laughing because she finds my frustration funny but this time she came out of the bathroom looked at me and said "THREE" then took off running down the hall.  If I was in a good mood this would have made me laugh but because I had already been pushed over the edge that day I got so mad!  I put the phone down and chased my child down the hall to give her a spanking....after I spanked her (don't worry it was over and jeans and diaper) she gave me the nastiest look ever and HIT yes HIT my face! OMG I could have screamed! So I went and put her in her crib and told her to think about her lifes decisions until Mommy could get her boiling blood level back down again. Instead of crying she sat down and started loving on her blanket singing to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was a really hard teenager and gave my mother hell....but really this is a little early for payback! OH MY this is going to be a long next few months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7860992339345244153?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7860992339345244153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7860992339345244153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7860992339345244153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7860992339345244153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/terrible-twos-what.html' title='Terrible Two&apos;s WHAT?!?'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3794977021560139891</id><published>2010-02-07T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:41:16.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad List</title><content type='html'>So im not mad right at this exact moment but this past week has been a brutal one!  I feel like the best way of expressing emotions is to write them all down so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm mad that Jake has been away a lot these past few weeks (I'm talking like 3 weeks in a row a lot)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm mad that he is playing "security guard" in a place that somebody gets stabbed/shot/beaten at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm mad that Jake thinks that the extra money is worth it....REALLY I JUST WANT MY HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm mad at the things I say to him when im mad (I really am a HUGE BITCH when im upset and I say things I don't mean)&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm mad that because I am so exhausted ALL THE TIME that I get frustrated with Kenzie more easily&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm mad at people/friends who try to take advantage of me&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm mad at how people judge me as a mother because I own a pitbull...seriously if you spent two minutes with him you would love him more than you love your own dogs&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm mad at how over the years people wanted to "look good" so they bought houses/cars/too much on their credit cards that they couldn't afford and now because of their actions we are having a really hard time getting a loan for a house even if we have good credit! THANKS you idiots!&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm mad that my grandma is sick&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm mad that my daughter is starting the terrible two 5 months early!  NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm mad that im so tired all the time...I wish I could live off of no sleep so I could get everything done&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm mad that I am so OCD all the time about a clean house...I have an almost two year old I need to come to accept that its bound to be a mess all the time&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm mad that even when im done with laundry by the end of the night there is still another full load waiting to be washed. How does that even happen?&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm mad that shoe designers have such creative minds and because of that I'm obsessed with shoes (this goes for purses as well) Even when I have a full closet full the "shoe craving" is always still there and thanks to the interent and online shopping I will never stop&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm mad that food tastes so good so when im sad or mad thats the first thing I run too!  HELLO 500 pounds here I come!&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm mad because even when I have ever intention to work out something always comes up (except for the past few days...I have to put my foot down and do what is good for me)&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm mad at dirty dishes&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm mad at the broken glass that I stepped on&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm mad at the kitty litter I feel like I change every other day&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm mad at being mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said....Jake was home this weekend and I fell in love with him all over again and even though I should not have had to of been reminded of why I married him I was and I love him even more for it!  I love that he works so hard for Kenzie and I to have everything we want and I happy I got to express to him this past weekend that its not so much about "things" we just want him home.  I don't need anymore shoes and Kenzie doesn't need anymore clothes...all we need is him.  I am so thankful for my dog...I know you non-animal people can't relate like my mother but if it wasn't for my dog I don't know what I would have done.  When I would cry at night he was right there beside me and when I needed to spoon with him he was more than willing.  I am glad for my real friends who are there all the time.  I'm glad I can pick up the phone and just cry to them for hours and they sit and listen and tell me what I need to hear!  This week is going to be better I promise!  I need to change my attitude on life....at least Jake has a job and at least I get to go to school.  I love my family and friends so much and I know I count on you all a lot and I thank you for all being there no matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3794977021560139891?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3794977021560139891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3794977021560139891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3794977021560139891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3794977021560139891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/mad-list.html' title='Mad List'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3219880569781569944</id><published>2010-01-27T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:03:44.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in ONE DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so life lately has been BUSY.  I love love love school!  Did I mention that I LOVE school??  I have had my first few tests and not to brag or anything...I am making straight A's.  I have never wanted something so badly so I am working my butt of for it.  I'm much happier having those three hours a day just to myself learning about things I want to learn about.  I had forgotten how much I love our political system and learning about how it works...well how its supposed to work.  I am even enjoying MATH...SAY WHAT?!? yes I Kendra Elizabeth Corley enjoy my math class!  Its difficult to find the time to study during the day but I find it don't you worry.  Jake is being very supportive of me and helping out a lot with Kenzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICKNESS....So last week I think it was I went to the ER twice.  Once for Jake and the other time with Kenzie.  Jake got this nasty viral infection, he could not keep anything down what so ever.  By day three after not talking or moving for three days he lifted his head up and asked to go to the hospital.  For my hubs to ask to see a doctor means he is in killer pain.  So we went and he needed fluid.  Then he got better went out of town for work and then lady honnah got the same thing.  It was the worst experience of my life.  I have never been so emotionaly/physically/mentally drained in my entire life.  She was so so so sick.  I took her to the hospital after a few days because I was keeping her really hydrated but she wasn't peeing!  So my mom came with me to the ER and they took x-rays of her little abdomen which came back fine and then the doctor told me he needed to do a catheter on her so he could test her urine.  At this point I broke down literally.  It was so bad I had to leave the room (don't worry my mother was in there with her) I was sitting outside the door with my knees to my chest sobbing.  Then I heard the scream...thinking about it now makes me teary eyed.  It was the most horrible experience.  So after that the nurse came in told me everything came back great and sent me on my way!  I was PISSED!!! I toook her home put her to bed and 2 hours later she woke up screaming and making noises I have never heard before.  My parents are two floors up and they woke up because it was so loud.  She had no idea who I was...it was like in an excorcism movie.  I was so scared.  Mom and I took her temp and all it said was LOW...uhmmm I freaked.  I called the ER in tears and you know what they said....oh she will be fine but if you feel like we need to see her again you can bring her back in! I wanted to slap that lady across the face!  Anyways an hour and a half later she is still freaking out like when she woke up so I put her in her crib to see if she would fall asleep and not even a minute later she was out.  Moral of the story....if your baby ever gets sick DO NOT TAKE THEM TO A REGULAR ER GO TO THE NEAREST CHILDRENS HOSPITAL! (even if it is an hour away) The next day Jake came home and I slept for about 24 hours while he was on parental duty.  I was done. Now everything is back to normal and nobody in my family better get sick anytime soon or I will need to be admitted to the looney bin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs has been working out of town for the last two weeks and it is killing me.  At first it was nice...I had the whole bed to myself just me and Kane but then I got really lonley.  My dad goes out of town a lot and my mom would always end up in bed all day watching lifetime by the end of the week and I always thought she was crazy.  In fact I would make fun of her.  Now I understand and I do the same thing except I end up studying for something until 12:00 in the morning because it takes me that long to wake up.  I really love him so much and the extra money is nice but seriously not worth it!  I miss my best friend and all the other things that come in the married person package!  Its ok though cause this weekend we are going to NC for the weekend without Kenzie!!! ALONE TIME!! YAY I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3219880569781569944?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3219880569781569944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3219880569781569944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3219880569781569944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3219880569781569944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-in-one-day.html' title='Two in ONE DAY!!!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8135742812298040463</id><published>2010-01-27T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:52:42.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Husband</title><content type='html'>To my sweet dear husband,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks you have been away on business and I just want to tell you just how much you mean to me.  You work so hard for Kenzie and I and I don't tell you enough how much that means to me.  Everyday when you come home from work I fall in love with your smelly, dirty self all over again.  I have spent a lot of time thinking about our relationship and I love you so much.  When we met, I literally was a self-destructive broken person and you picked up the pieces and put me back together again.  You taught me to love myself for who I was at the moment and not who I could be if I lost 10 pounds or if my hair was longer and darker.  You didn't run away after we found out I was pregnant...we didn't even love each other then.  You have paid off so much of my debt and never once complained about it.  You told me thats what you do when you love somebody.  You have been an amazing father to our beautiful daughter who loves you so so much!  You work the 60 hour weeks just so I can have that new Bakers purse you have seen me lusting after for weeks.  You support me with my school work and when I made a perfect score on my first test you surprised me with two headbands!!!  BABY you do so many things for me and words can not describe how much I love you.  I'm so excited that my life's decisions lead me to you and im so thankful for how everything worked out.  Your my best friend and I want you to know I miss you at night.  Last night after teen mom was over I curled in bed next to you and you put your foot on mine.  Usually this little gesture GROSSES me out and I move my foot away but for the first time I realized how much I missed that when your not in bed with me!  Your gone again tonight and I will miss your foot on mine but I hope you know just how much your girls love you and how thankful we are for you!  I can't wait to make more babies (well just one more) with you and I can't wait for our house and growing old together! LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8135742812298040463?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8135742812298040463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8135742812298040463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8135742812298040463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8135742812298040463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-husband.html' title='Dear Husband'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8304971787858143162</id><published>2010-01-13T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:07:34.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>So I started school last week and its very different and interesting!  Its like being back in high school all over again.  They take attendance every day and you are only allowed one unexcused absence.  UHMM hello....I have a child what if the babysitter ever calls out is she supposed to write me a note saying why she called out or do I just bring Kenzie to class with me?  Oh well its fun though.  Mon, Wed, Fri is political science from 7:00 am (thats right people AM) to 7:50 am then Spanish from 8:00 to 8:50 am then Music Appreciation from 9:00 to 9:50!  Tuesdays and Thursdays are my stupid people math class 101 from 8:00 to 9:50.  Kenz and I have gotten the new routine down pretty pat but there are still some days where I HAVE to take a nap when I should be studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranier McHottie (Ken) told me that the beginning of the year he was gonna kick my butt and don't you worry people, he has stuck to his word times 100!  I have lost five pounds though!  YAY go me!  I did have that lady trainer but she has to quit to get a "real job in corporate america" thats excatly what she told me so she had me start seeing Ken.  He makes it really fun where she made it not so fun!  I don't do well with people getting in my face about wating a bowl of fruit loops one day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those few things life has been pretty boring around here.  I can't wait for the 29-31st cause Jake and I get to road trip to North Carolina to see Carrie Lynn and Larry.  Its gonna be a very nice break from Mommy-Daddy-School-Work life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8304971787858143162?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8304971787858143162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8304971787858143162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8304971787858143162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8304971787858143162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html' title='SCHOOL'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8804094582315473558</id><published>2010-01-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:16:39.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME 2010</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for the New Year.  Jake and I are starting the house hunt all over again AND our house that we LOVE is still for sale!  Nobody has even looked at it since us!  UHMM FATE OR WHAT?!? Anyways even if it doesn't work out we still will get into a house sometime this year cross your fingers its sooner rather than later.  I'm so excited about fixing up Kenzie's room.  I even think I am gonna get her brand new bedding and toddler bed...maybe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school on Wednesday!!! I am so so so excited, I feel like a little kid going to school for the first time.  I have a pretty easy first semester so I can ease my way back in.  I also want to make sure I don't overload myself because I really want to get good grades.  With school also comes Kenzie going to the babysitter for the first time and im nervous about that.  This lady in my parents church is going to watch her for us.  She is the nicest person ever I love her family and she has a son just a little older than Kenzie so Kenz will have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is finally starting to settle down after the holidays.  Today I was able to take a shower while Kenzie was in the other room playing with her toys.  I'm really excited about that!  Thank you to the person who invented the toy kitchen sets with all the plastic foods!  You are AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody had a safe New Year....until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8804094582315473558?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8804094582315473558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8804094582315473558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8804094582315473558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8804094582315473558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='WELCOME 2010'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5303721491458727927</id><published>2009-12-29T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:45:54.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 month check up!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Kenzies 18 month check up.  My child never crys when she gets shots and its always the same guy who does them.  This time (it just worked out I was there by myself) as soon as Kenz saw the MA she flipped out...literally he stepped into the waiting room called her name and she started screaming and grabbing onto me.  At first it was funny because it was so not normal for her and I figured she would chill once she realized I was going back with her.  NO I was wrong she screamed until he walked out of the room and when he walked back in it started all over again.  Anyways he did her height, weight, and head measurment and left.  Doctor B came in and asked me about her eating.  My child NEVER eats like ever.  So when she was born she was in the 50% for weight then she dropped to 25% then to 15% then to 10% and now as of yesterday she is in the 10%. Not good!  She has not lost any weight but she is not gaining at all.  Dr. B told me to start giving her whole milk any time she is thirsty and pediasure once a day and she has to take this special multi-vitamin to make her hungry.  CRAZY i know!  Kenzie is only 20.8 pounds at 18 months old thats still 12 month clothing sizes :( anyways Jake and I will do our best with helping her pack on the pounds!  BUTTER here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5303721491458727927?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5303721491458727927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5303721491458727927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5303721491458727927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5303721491458727927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-month-check-up.html' title='18 month check up!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-6988475000446858181</id><published>2009-12-29T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:37:39.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas all three of us got so spoiled. I just want to start by saying just how much I love my family and extended family. Sometimes I complain about them and the things they say or do that I probably take the wrong way BUT they are so awesome and I am so lucky for every single one of them. I am so glad I married somebody whose family has accepted me for me and welcomed me with open arms into their family. Also I am so thankful for my parents who get the brunt of my bad attitude/lack of sleep for not holding it against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so to the fun stuff...last years Christmas Jake and I were so so so broke! I'm not kidding I have never been that broke even when I was in college and spending every spare penny on clothes instead of food. This Christmas was the extreme opposite. Like I have said before Jake has a very awesome job that gets even better when the economy is bad. We are so so blessed that this is how it has worked out for us. Anyways last year we spent like 5 dollars on Kenzie so this year Jake really let me go overboard to make up for last year. We decided Kenzie's big santa present would be a kitchen set. I had been looking for months and months at hundreds of different ones and I finally found one that I fell in love with. Its wooden and painted in pastel pink, greens, and yellows! Its is so pretty! Jake and my dad set it up the night before so when Kenzie woke up the next morning it would be all ready for her. She LOVED it...a little too much. She would not open any presents because she wanted to play. She also got lots of webkinz (they are little stuffed animals that are the perfect size for her) tons of clothes, food for her kitchen, bath toys, shoes and books. From her Mimi and James (Jakes mom and her boyfriend) she got a little vaccumm, doll house, clothes, and some cute shoes. From my parents she got clothes, extra rooms for the doll house, a farm set, more bath toys, blocks, and a water baby. From Papa and Grammy (Jakes dad and step mom) she got this awesome table just her size with four chairs to go with it, some building blocks, and more things to go with her kitchen. Also Jakes grandparents each got her a riding toy. She was spoiled rotten this christmas. I love it cause we play all day with her toys together and it is so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jake and I did each others stocking he got a bunch of tools in his and I got jewelry and headbands in mine. Headbands are my new obsession! I also got two nicole lee purses and a few pairs of shoes from my parents and in laws! We also got a garmin YAY! Jake got tons and tons of tools and a tool box for his truck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole Christmas 2009 experience was the dinners. It is so fun to just sit around a table and talk to everybody. Jake and I are so busy we hardly ever get around to seeing the great-grandparents and his cousins so I really enjoy being able to hang out with them. Also when there is tons of good food you know everybody is gonna be in a good mood which means there is gonna be tons of laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed Christmas but I'm glad its over and its back to our normal routine. Today Kenzie and I spent the day just playing and laughing. She says so many words now its crazy. If you ask her if she wants to take a nap she will look at me and say noooo! Its cute I love that child to death! I hope everybody had a good Christmas and hope you all have a safe New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420832445287705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqqY2BJKrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dlDZN2f4ALg/s320/DSCN0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                              Christmas party...Kenzie loved this Santa...he gave her a doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835772379638482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqtagZrKtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2bHfwFkukns/s320/DSCN0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                           Christmas Eve morning at Jake's moms house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835000589056226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqstlQdeOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Up4E7cqYpsI/s320/DSCN0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                   Brodeur kids minus Mike before Christmas Eve dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835081614853538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqsyTGhBaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Zr0mqTUI2QA/s320/DSCN0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                      Japanese Dinner! AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835172123785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Szqs3kRhumI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/maIeM0yQh4o/s320/DSCN0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                           LOVERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835335241872162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqtBD76MyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/q8USaKt-6YY/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                     Kitchen Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835451090079026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqtHzgRjTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/b7U3prcvAUY/s320/DSCN0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                       TUNNEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835541094499362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqtNCzABCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nXahWdaodH0/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                        My amazing little family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-6988475000446858181?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6988475000446858181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=6988475000446858181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6988475000446858181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6988475000446858181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-09.html' title='Christmas 09'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SzqqY2BJKrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dlDZN2f4ALg/s72-c/DSCN0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-641326346627442413</id><published>2009-12-11T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:48:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414004929591829410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SyJozICI46I/AAAAAAAAAN4/DvyAzx3c0II/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414004851585267810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SyJoulb7OGI/AAAAAAAAANw/SdQTen-mXCA/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414004680909966290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SyJokpnwy9I/AAAAAAAAANg/HTGNbrideRA/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SyJo4squgJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yXVzLG0wP5k/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414005025325088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SyJo4squgJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yXVzLG0wP5k/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is what happens when you have a 1 1/2 year old who is very attached to her mother!  The big man in red is a little scary.  What you don't see in these pictures is me having to hide behind a tree so Kenzie would not see me and start screaming!  HAHA lets hope next week's Santa pictures are a little better.  Maybe she won't be so shocked when mommy hands her to the jolly old guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-641326346627442413?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/641326346627442413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=641326346627442413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/641326346627442413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/641326346627442413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SyJozICI46I/AAAAAAAAAN4/DvyAzx3c0II/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1405465600135013899</id><published>2009-12-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:01:05.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Scrooge!</title><content type='html'>This is not a happy post...its full of anger and self-pitty so if your not in the mood for an angry read I suggest you stop reading now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so SICK and TIRED of being told what to do and when to do it.  I am an adult now with a husband and a daughter.  I take care of my own family and NEVER ask for help so when it comes to my familys decisions about Christmas its nobody place but MY OWN to make those decisions.  I am so tired of having to give up what I want to do to make everybody else happy.  For heavens sakes I just want to be excited about this for Kenzie.  All I want to is to see her get excited and I feel like its always gonna be taken away from me.  I am at a point where I want to move as far away as possible because I feel like thats the only way to get my way.  There are some people in our lives who are amazing to us and tell Jake and I "Do what you need to do you won't hurt our feelings" and I am so thankful for that but right now all I want to do is cry because once again I feel like the whole Christmas spirit and excitment is being taken away from me.  I have decided to become scrooge and bow out of all the Christmas activities.  I feel like the only way to not get hurt is to just not care so all I am going to be involved in is buying Kenzies presents and watching her open them on Christmas morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1405465600135013899?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1405465600135013899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1405465600135013899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1405465600135013899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1405465600135013899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/ms-scrooge.html' title='Ms. Scrooge!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2942416764258604649</id><published>2009-12-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:58:18.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>So last night Jake's good friend Rob came home for a short visit.  Rob decided that a bonfire with the old "group" would be the best plan for a get together.  When Jake told me this I was less than thrilled....its really cold outside and we were gonna be out past our bedtime.  I sucked it up because I know how much seeing Rob was to Jake so I went with a bad attitude.  We picked up Chris and Nicole which put me in a better mood and went to Robs from there.  I was still a little annoyed at the whole bonfire aspect of things I mean come on were we still in high school?  I went and had a great time.  It was so much fun to see how happy Jake was with the whole gang back together.  I heard all these CRAZY stories about all the stupid things they did.  I also met lots of parents that knew Jake when he was growing up and it made me so proud when they told me how amazing he was.  Of course I already know how amazing he is because I married him!  Anyways I thought it was going to be a horrible night but before I knew it, it was 11:00 and I never yawned once.  This made me think about my high school days and how much fun they were.  I have moved around my whole life so I never really had a strong group of friends that grew up together but my two best friends who are from different states are still a huge huge part of my life and I am so thankful for them.  I would not be who I am today without you two and I love you both so so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2942416764258604649?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2942416764258604649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2942416764258604649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2942416764258604649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2942416764258604649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1643452765455397915</id><published>2009-12-01T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:26:13.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited for Thanksgiving because my seester was coming into town. Its so funny how growing up we HATED each other and now not a day goes by where we don't talk on the phone for at least 10 minutes. Also my brother and Marilyn were coming down as well as my Aunt Sharon and Ed, Matthew and Grandma and Grandpa. Everybody got in Wednesday and we all stayed under one roof. Thats right 15 people all in my parents house. As soon as Sharon and Ed got here, they took away my child and would not let me come near her for a few hours so they could have alont time with her. I was in need of a break so I glady let them take the reins! Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. Started out by watching the parade and then of course the dog show and then ate at my partents. As soon as we were done eating Jake Kenzie and I went to his Memaw and Pawpas house for more dinner. It was so much fun to just hang out with everybody. Friday I was tempted to go to the mall but decided it would be way too busy for Kenzie. (I have watched one too many Lifetime movies)Everybody left on Saturday except for Mike, Marilyn, and Tricky. That night Mike Marilyn Jake and I went to the GA vs. TECH game and it was amazing. It was at GA TECH and 75% of the people there were GA fans. I don't really like football the only reason I am a dawgs fan is one who doesn't like a bulldog they are friggin cute! Two Red and black are colors that look good on anybody and Three Jake is a die hard GA fan so to keep the peace I have adopted them as my team. Anyways it was an awesome game and so much fun. 24 - 30 GO DAWGS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271082474210738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SxUk4nlxhbI/AAAAAAAAANA/0zAlxYTyRo0/s320/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271264591511586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SxUlDOB7ACI/AAAAAAAAANI/P2Hh1nu3e3E/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410270966394133042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SxUkx3KIGjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QlCaZ90GSho/s320/DSCN0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271537961013378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SxUlTIaSkII/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y1WIm5EeZe8/s320/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271905041724354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SxUlof5Js8I/AAAAAAAAANY/e6gY-D6SvMw/s320/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On a different note, I have decided to go back to work.  I will be working full time and going to school full time.  I have been going back and forth with this decison for a while now but I know its what I need to do.  I am just not a stay at home mom.  For anybody who thinks that it is really easy to stay at home with your baby, you are SO wrong.  It is the hardest but most amazing thing I have ever done.  Your child is 100% dependent on you for everything and I think as time goes on some people just loose themselves in it.  I am somebody who has lost my sense of self so I think it is best to go back to work and talking with people who can talk back.  I am a worker...I got my first job the day I turned 16 I'm like my dad...its just in my blood.  If I find out its too difficult to go to school and work I will of course put school first but I'm hoping it will work out.  There is this amazing job at an OBGYN a few minutes away and it would be perfect for what I want to get into.  I would learn so much and then when I graduate hopefully the doctors there can get me a job as a labor and delivery nurse.  It would just be awesome if everything works out.  I know Jake is still very on the fence about it.  He wants me to stay with Kenzie and focus on school but he also realizes I need to be happy.  Who knows maybe when it comes down to it I won't be able to leave her.  Just looking at daycares online made me cry.  I just need to find myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1643452765455397915?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1643452765455397915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1643452765455397915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1643452765455397915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1643452765455397915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-thanksgiving.html' title='Crazy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SxUk4nlxhbI/AAAAAAAAANA/0zAlxYTyRo0/s72-c/DSCN0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4582877217821388139</id><published>2009-11-17T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:36:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Girl</title><content type='html'>Ok here is a quick post!  Kenzie is in her crib right now while im getting ready for the day (don't worry its only 3:30 pm) and she is saying over and over again BYE BYE in the thickest southern accent you can think of!  SO CUTE! LOVE YOU BABY GIRL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4582877217821388139?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4582877217821388139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4582877217821388139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4582877217821388139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4582877217821388139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/southern-girl.html' title='Southern Girl'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5552004082450346598</id><published>2009-11-12T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:55:33.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR CARD BAKERY!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has started a card business.  She is a genious when it comes to anything creative and computer savvy!  She made Kenzie's Thank You cards after her first birthday and I can not begin to explain how many people commented on how cute they were.  Right now she and her business partner are doing this awesome Christmas Card Give Away so go check it out.  Even if I don't win I will use one of her cards to send out to all of you because they are a lot cheaper than everybody else AND a lot cuter!  Here is her link make sure to check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourcardbakery.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yourcardbakery.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5552004082450346598?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5552004082450346598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5552004082450346598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5552004082450346598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5552004082450346598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-card-bakery.html' title='YOUR CARD BAKERY!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5368677090720190256</id><published>2009-11-04T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:54:15.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recessionista</title><content type='html'>Ok so I was minding my own business today and was reading the BEAUTIFUL Ashely's blog and saw she had this amazing purse as a picture so I clicked on it and read about this really cool blog called Recessionista I of course clicked her link and fell IN LOVE!!!! SHOES, PURSES, and ACCESSORIES and she is doing an AMAZING give away so EVERYBODY go check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the link!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.recessionistaparty.com/"&gt;http://www.recessionistaparty.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5368677090720190256?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5368677090720190256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5368677090720190256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5368677090720190256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5368677090720190256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/recessionista.html' title='Recessionista'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2697063456099767644</id><published>2009-11-04T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:12:41.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so this week really really needs to turn around QUICKLY or I literally am going to crawl in bed and not come out until Sunday! Ok so not really but this week has been really sad so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dog has been literally tearing himself apart for the last few days. Upon further looking I noticed a single FLEA on him...dogs never have just ONE flea they have thousands so of course I flip out (seriously who gets fleas when you animals NEVER go outside except to potty and the cat has never been outside her whole life) because fleas are so hard to get rid of. Anyways looked at my cat and she is covered in flea dirt so I put on their flea prevention which also kills fleas and stripped down our bed (yes they both sleep with us everynight....and sometimes under the covers) and washed it a few times. Anyways Kane kept scratching and biting and licking so I had to bring him to the vet on Monday....$205.38 dollars later I find out it wasn't fleas at all it was a bacterial infection on his skin that a round of antibiotics will wipe out! SAD...I love my dog but come on $200 for that! UGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I found out that a family friend was involved in a hit and run accident and she was the one who ran. She hit a biker killed him instantly and RAN! Who does that?!? I just don't understand at all. I have hit one squirrel my whole life and I pulled over to see if I had killed it because if it was still alive I would have taken it to the nearest vet. It of course was dead and I sat on the side of the road in my car balling. I could not imagine hitting a person and not caring enough to pull over. Oh and this lady has had her license revoked since 2003 and she just seemed to think she was above the law and could drive anyways. She has been driving missionaries to their transfers youth to activities AND taking my stacey to and from places!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!? You would have never thought this about this lady because she is sweet as can be and a really really strong member of the church. I hope you get what you deserve and spend a long long time in prison to think about just how many lives you ruined! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least in my bad week probably the saddest part is....we had to pull out of the house race. Well it wasn't really a race because we were the only people trying to get this house. Jake works for himself doing property managment things so he gets a 1099 instead of what normal people get. Trying to get a loan right now with a 1099 in near impossible but we were making it work with the help of our wonderful mortgage lady. Then Jakes work car breaks down to the point of it will cost more to fix then its worth so we made an executive decison to hold off on the house til January so we can buy a new truck! :( I'm pretty heartbroken about it but I know he needs a vehicle more than we need a house right now and we are crossing our fingers it will still be there in January! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though this week has been stressful I am looking forward to tomorrow when I get to go to my school orientation YAY and on Friday when hubby and I get to have a nice date night. HELLO KIKU im gonna eat all your fried rice! Kenzie is spending the night with mimi so that means Jake and I get some much needed alone time! PLUS we get to sleep in!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281344194827570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SvGnRUfm1TI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FQgtHdNyTg4/s320/DSCN0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281547261346498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SvGndI-cAsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3JAJv2phYo4/s320/DSCN0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281476439415250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SvGnZBJLGdI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Wj3RrzegkDU/s320/DSCN0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is my cutie little pirate on Halloween!  We had so much fun but as you can see she HATED HATED the hat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2697063456099767644?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2697063456099767644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2697063456099767644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2697063456099767644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2697063456099767644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-week.html' title='SAD WEEK'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SvGnRUfm1TI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FQgtHdNyTg4/s72-c/DSCN0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3309167316646356464</id><published>2009-10-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:24:32.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Twos???</title><content type='html'>Kenzie turned 16 months on the 24 and I am literally about to pull my hair out.  If the terrible two are any worse than this I promise I will be put into the crazy house shortly after! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie LOVES the taste of tylenol seriously its like her favorite thing in the world.  Its not like I give it to her on a regular basis but when she is sick or teething (which has been my past few weeks) that stuff is my little miracle worker.  Anyways so I keep all her meds, teething tablets, creams, lotions and brushes in a box on a shelf of her changing table.  Today we were playing in her room and she realized thats where the beloved tylenol was hidden so she picks it up and brings it to me.  I was laying on the floor on my stomach and my head was resting on my head so Kenzie took my hand and put her tylenol in it saying "more more".  This was really funny to me so I laughed told her she didn't need it and put it away.  She was not happy with my answer so she got it again and brought it to me this time screaming "MORE MORE" at me.  I look at her and firmly said Kenzie NO your not in pain.  Two seconds later my little angel child ran full force towards her CLOSED door and ran smack into it causing her fly backwards onto her butt.  She then threw herself in a very dramatic fashion onto the floor screaming her little head off.  This would have been very funny to me if I didn't have a splitting headache so I went upstairs handed her off to Grandpa and said "seriously do something with her I am about to loose it" I guess it was the icing on my cake today.  I called Jake told him to come home from work because I was done with being a mom today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all my child ever does anymore is throw these tantrums.  Its not like Jake and I over spoil her (she is pretty spoiled but come on she is my first baby and the first grandchild for my parents with whom we live with)  My friend keeps telling me that this age was the hardest age for her and that when Luke learned to talk everything got 50 time easier.  I feel bad for her I know she is just trying to communicate but there is only so much I can take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now everybody leave comments on how you get frustrated with your children too so I don't feel like I deserve the worst Mommy of the week award!  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note....Jake and I are putting an offer on a house so everybody please please pray and cross your fingers that we get it.  Its so perfect for us but im not gonna go into detail about it until its a for sure thing!  Then there will be tons and picctures and details!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3309167316646356464?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3309167316646356464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3309167316646356464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3309167316646356464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3309167316646356464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Twos???'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7475074815879369927</id><published>2009-10-19T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:22:21.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, Pumpkins, and the Fair</title><content type='html'>Picture OVERLOAD on this post! We have been very busy the last few weeks Babyland, Nathan's birthday, helping our friends move, looking at houses, Burts and the fair! Last night I went to bed at 8:00 and Kenzie went to bed at 7:00! We were worn out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babyland is the coolest place in the world for anybody who has a girly girl. Kenzie LOVES dolls. I can't go down the doll aisle in Target anymore without walking away with a doll. We walked in to the museum and she started screaming with she was so excited. I didn't get the best picture because she was too busy looking at all the dolls but we had a lot of fun. We went with MiMi (Jake's Mom) my Mom, Kenzie, Bonnie and myself. It was fun to have a girls day. And each girl got to pick out a cabbage patch doll to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463323820440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz7z9owu0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/-aqKjoOj400/s320/DSCN0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463418544324994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz75egsgYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nf1DFX9plKQ/s320/DSCN0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My little brother just turned 14...I feel like it was just yesterday Dad went to go pick up our pizza and Mom went into labor with all of us kids there. That was back when cell phones were not around so my sister and I were crying and Michael was trying to play doctor. Anyways we went to Ninja for dinner and had a really good time. Japanese is the ONLY restaurant we can take Kenzie to now because she is entertained the whole time. Expensive taste...I know she totally gets that from me! Nathan got a shirt from us and some xbox game (I think it is xbox who knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463611016665122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8ErhrWCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WKq0hicRKcU/s320/DSCN0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463522961706802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz7_jfvTzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PdoWBUsaQ0A/s320/DSCN0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture is to prove my child does have a temper. Everytime I try to complain to somebody she about it they shut me up and tell me im lying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our good friends are moving literally two houses down from their old house so Jake and I went to help them move. We are also in the process of putting an offer down on a house in that neighborhood as well. I won't go into details because I don't want to jinx myself but everyone cross your fingers everything goes through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463694829181906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8JjwI29I/AAAAAAAAAK8/GgxP6ngSs9w/s320/DSCN0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This past Sunday we went to Burt's pumpkin farm with our family and the Burruss's. Its a tradition we have, Jake and I have been the last three years with Kenzie. I had just found out I was pregnant with Kenzie the first time we went and last year she was only 4 months old. We went on a hay ride (we found out Kenzie is allergic to hay...she got welts all over and her little eyes were really red and swollen) and then we picked out a few pumpkins! It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463799269745858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8Po0tZMI/AAAAAAAAALE/gtOnvY0n61Q/s320/DSCN0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463887478788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8UxbYkmI/AAAAAAAAALM/COecG4eGGNk/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464069022080642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8fVurXoI/AAAAAAAAALc/YRBA8yvThCQ/s320/DSCN0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394463991773620754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8a19NahI/AAAAAAAAALU/U5fewlb79ag/s320/DSCN0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464152171278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8kLe_b2I/AAAAAAAAALk/6fq_oSPUMEE/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464259167343154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8qaE10jI/AAAAAAAAALs/kglMHT6rWvI/s320/DSCN0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464363182886914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8wdkFEAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9Sx-jgHdstE/s320/DSCN0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464472298464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz820DQpWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dMCT6RRhxpM/s320/DSCN0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Burt's we headed down the the Cumming Fair. It was the last day and some friends had given us free admission tickets a parking pass and free ride tickets. Kenzie could only ride on three rides but it was still really fun to walk around and watch Luke ride the rides. We only planned on being there for a few hours but next thing we knew 4 hours had passed. Even though everything was free we still spent a lot of money on food. A bag of cotton candy was 6 dollars. (totally worth it) By the time we got home Kenzie Jake and I were ready to call it a night. Its so crazy how being a parent changes your life so much. My friends without kids can still stay out til 2:00 in the morning. Its a late night for me if im not in bed by 10:00! This weekend was so much fun because we spent so much time together as just our little Corley family. Living with my parents is really nice but sometimes I need it to just be the three of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464577229602306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz8868yvgI/AAAAAAAAAME/n0cyBWvvG7Y/s320/DSCN0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464687091223250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz9DUN2CtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TNl5PSZR4uA/s320/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464776987804098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz9IjG3AcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/6NZtRbPgCTw/s320/DSCN0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7475074815879369927?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7475074815879369927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7475074815879369927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7475074815879369927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7475074815879369927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-overload-on-this-post-we-have.html' title='Birthday, Pumpkins, and the Fair'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Stz7z9owu0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/-aqKjoOj400/s72-c/DSCN0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-375445325799413404</id><published>2009-10-05T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:41:23.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEST END GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been a lazy blogger recently...well I have always been a lazy blogger. Life gets in the way and I kinda forget to blog. Anyways so here is an update on our life as of recently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago we (Mom, Dad, Nathan, Jake and I) went to a Pet Shop Boys concert in atlanta. I bet none of you know who the Pet Shop Boys are, don't feel bad I didn't know either. I have some step-cousins in England who are singer/actresses and they are the dancers and backup singers for the group. I had never met them so they gave us free tickets and off we went. It was a lot of fun...very different from my everyday music but still it was a lot of fun. The Pet Shop Boys have a very very large gay following so it was extremely funny when my hubs got hit on. We were walking up some stairs to get to the bathroom and some man stuck his tounge out at Jake and made a very obscene gesture to him. Next thing I know he ran up to me grabbed my hand and said DON'T LET GO!!! I about fell on the floor laughing. That night my father also got hit on. Anyways while we were there Jake ordered some shrimp and offered me $200.00 to buy a new outfit at buckle to eat one little piece of shrimp. I FAILED miserably I mean I literally had an anxiety attack when it came time to pick that nasty little thing up. I could not do it and sad to say even after begging my husband he would not give me the money out of the kindness of his heart. All in all it was a fun night with the family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389325739456645650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Ssq7NMcuyhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SS2aaL_zz8w/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran my 5k a few weeks ago as well. I was not expecting to run it at all, I was planning on walking the whole time. I wasn't even gonna show up but I didn't want to waste the $25 fee I had to pay and I really wanted my shirt. I had the most horrible shin splints I have ever had in my whole life so two weeks before my race I did not run at all, I didn't even walk...to be honest I sat on the couch and watched Law and Order when I should have been training. Anyways I went to the race knowing I was going to be walking with the old ladies but as soon as that gun went off I started running. And I ran 95% of the time. I was so proud...I knocked 10 minutes off my time. After the race my shins killed me so I have been instructed to not run in my race this month which means no 1/2 marathon in November. Sad I know but im not giving up running...I just need to take care of my body better by streching and not taking on so much so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389325869113632626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Ssq7UvdXZ3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/vMl5xsCh3MQ/s320/DSCN0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                      (I'm in the grey shirt...it was down pouring by this point!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzie is walking like CRAZY and she climbs up EVERYTHING...its so crazy to think this time last year she was so tiny. Now she is totally different her hair is blonde...she is into everything and she has the cutest little personality. She is my little dare devil nothing scares her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389325966045070978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Ssq7aYjnxoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iZzDFmLVjuk/s320/DSCN0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I am offically starting school in January and I can't wait. For the past few days I have been studying math like crazy because I have to take a stupid placement test before I can enroll in a math class. I am horrible at math so I have been a little frustrated but I will say its a lot easier to understand it now then it was in high school. I think I will do well and im so excited to start all my classes. I am gonna get everything on a Tuesday/Thursday schedule so we only have to get a nanny for two days out of the week. Plus I really don't think I could be away from Kenz any longer than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389326399152624402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Ssq7zmAgkxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SKso_4tFWJY/s320/DSCN0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's nasty burn he got from falling down onto a lantern while fishing!  I told him thats what he gets for trying to be a friggin red neck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-375445325799413404?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/375445325799413404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=375445325799413404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/375445325799413404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/375445325799413404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/west-end-girls.html' title='WEST END GIRLS'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Ssq7NMcuyhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SS2aaL_zz8w/s72-c/DSCN0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-293565677823217169</id><published>2009-10-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:12:27.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FROGS</title><content type='html'>I'm the biggest animal lover in the world but the only frog I like is Frogger and thats cause I was able to hit him with the cars on the computer.  Tonight, Jake took Kane out to the bathroom and came back into the house laughing.  I looked up from the floor (Mom, Dad, Jake and I were watching Three Rivers) and Jake was holding a frog and was running toward me.  Of course I scream my head off and both Nolan and Kane came running over to protect me (they sure do love me) so Jake took a few steps back and the frog starting PEEING EVERYWHERE while Jake was still holding it.  I thought Jake was gonna pee himself he was laughing so hard and I thought my Dad was gonna die because he was laughing so hard he could not breath.  Meanwhile I'm sitting on the floor about to cry because I hate frogs.  I love my hubs very much but that was not funny at all!  Ok so yea maybe it was very funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-293565677823217169?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/293565677823217169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=293565677823217169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/293565677823217169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/293565677823217169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/10/frogs.html' title='FROGS'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7413571117367611248</id><published>2009-09-29T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:23:50.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 THINGS</title><content type='html'>Sydney tagged me so I am going to write 10 things about myself that not a lot of people know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I sleep with my eyes opened!  CREEPER I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kenzie's 2nd birthday is June 24th and I am already starting to plan it!  Hello petting zoo and pony rides!  YAY for Farm Themes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jake offered me $200.00 to spend at Buckle if I would eat a piece of shrimp.  I had an anxiety attack and could not make myself do it.  Sad I know but seafood is so gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jake and I decided when Kenzie was a baby that she would not ever sleep in bed with us...now even when I want her to take a nap with me she won't so I settle with taking a nap with the dog and cat and I LOVE IT!  Something about Kane right up against my shoulder and Panda on my stomach makes me feel so safe.  My pets are my other children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I too (like Sydney) am obsessed with shoes well not so much shoes more like HEELS...I am lucky enough to have a husband who kinda understands my obsession and lets me splurge on myself when I really really start to get the "shoe itch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love listening to Kenzie on the baby moniter when she is in her crib talking to herself.  I think her voice is the sweetest sound in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cry during any animal shelter commercial or publix commercial.  (If you dont know what publix is google it on YouTube watch the chicken gumbo one and the valentines day one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I really want to chop all my hair off but am WAY WAY WAY too scared to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When it comes to actually starting the process of buying our house I freak out!  I guess buying a house really makes you grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love my hubs more than anything in the world.  Every night when he is asleep I kiss in between his shoulder blades three times (I LOVE YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am going to tag.... 1. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;                                             2. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;                                             3. Robin&lt;br /&gt;                                             4. Whitney&lt;br /&gt;                                             5. Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7413571117367611248?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7413571117367611248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7413571117367611248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7413571117367611248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7413571117367611248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things.html' title='10 THINGS'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2275631427447242323</id><published>2009-09-14T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:13:11.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love celebrity gossip....a little too much. I am addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.theskinnywebsite.com/"&gt;http://www.theskinnywebsite.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.usmagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt; I probably look at them at least 3 times a day. I also love my magazines...I guess I look at the gossip as my little escape from my world. Anyways last night was the VMA's...I only watch them to see what everybody is wearing and to see the drama that always goes down every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I was so sad when Kanye ruined Taylors moment. I know everybody is probably sick of hearing about it but she is such a sweet wonderful down to earth person and for Kanye to take her moment away was a DOUCHE BAG thing to do. I think its so cool how everybody is ralling around right now. I have always known Kanye was a jerk but I still have always said he is a very talented person now I think he is an A-Hole and I will never buy cd's or songs of his again! LOSER!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381356798961414258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Sq5rfzu6cHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OvYHN_Ow2UU/s320/taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Go Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2275631427447242323?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2275631427447242323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2275631427447242323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2275631427447242323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2275631427447242323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-west.html' title='Kanye West'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Sq5rfzu6cHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OvYHN_Ow2UU/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5008407184852719098</id><published>2009-09-11T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:43:46.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back-Talking</title><content type='html'>How is it that Kenzie ,who is only 14 months old and has a vocabulary that consits of ma-ma, da-da, pa, kitty, doggie and tiki, can back talk me?  Her usual lunch is made up of peanut butter sandwhich, gold fish, and some kind of fruit...this is her favorite and because she is so picky I don't ever change it up.  She likes her tray clean at lunch time (not literally) Today I figured I would try to change it up and give her some left overs from last nights dinner because she loved it so much.  I warmed it up cut it up and then gave it to her thinking she would be thrilled!  WRONG all I got was a baby throwing food at me and when I sternly told her NO she started to back talk! I could not believe it...it was so hard not to laugh but she needs to learn that is not ok!  I just can't believe at 14 months old I already have a mini me!  What am I gonna do? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5008407184852719098?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5008407184852719098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5008407184852719098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5008407184852719098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5008407184852719098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-talking.html' title='Back-Talking'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-6192973242648358871</id><published>2009-09-10T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:01:38.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Trainer</title><content type='html'>So today I went for my first personal training session! Jake has known this lady for a while because he basically lives at the gym.  When he first told me his "lady" trainer friend wanted to train me I got really put off!  There was no way I was gonna let a skinny pretty lady train my flab back into shape so for the past few weeks I have said NO WAY.  I finally broke down and went for it...lets just say im not jealous in the least bit anymore.  My trainer is a body builder...you know one of those women who is super built and very very spray tanned.  HA she was so nice though she asked about goals and stuff and I told her I just wanted to look in the mirror and be happy again.  After spending an hour with her she really knows her stuff and is going to make this really fun for me.  She even made cutting sugar out of my diet sound fun (ok I wouldn't take it that far)  I am excited to start getting back to my old self again and in the spring if I'm down to my goal weight....Jake and I decided that I deserved a HUGE present for myself so that is a very large motivation for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-6192973242648358871?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6192973242648358871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=6192973242648358871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6192973242648358871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6192973242648358871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-trainer.html' title='Personal Trainer'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-395325244653880438</id><published>2009-09-07T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:23:15.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past weekend was my birthday. It was a lot of fun and kinda stressful. I got my main present like 2 weeks ago, see I HATE HATE HATE surprises and Jake kept rubbing it in my face that he was getting me a surprise so I was a brat and got my way and made him give it to me then. It was this super cute new Nikon camera that has a really cool touch screen. I was so excited since my other camera just broke and Jake's camera gives me a headache. I have loved taking picutres with it and playing around with all the cool options on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My actual birthday was on Friday but Jake had to work all day so we didn't do anything until Saturday. I woke up on saturday got ready and Mom and I went shopping. I had seen these shoes online at buckle and was going to get them no matter what. Whenever I go to the mall I usually skip over that store since it is so expensive but I needed those shoes. One thing lead to another and I bought an entire outfit from them. I walked out of that store feeling like a million bucks after spending a million bucks. They have this way of tricking you into not feeling guilty about spending a lot of money....I will say though I will start to shop there from now on I know its more pricey but they jean are magic! Every pair I tried on made me look 20 pounds skinner and that was amazing! After shopping I went home and got ready. My favorite food is Japanese from this little restaurant called Kiku. Jake and I went with our friends Chris and Nicole and had a really good time. After that we went to their house and next thing I knew it was 2:00 in the morning and panic hit! I looked at Jake and said OMG what if mom and dad didn't bring the baby moniter into their room and Kenzie is in the basement by herself screaming and nobody is helping her. That thought made us both jump up and run to the car and leave...I know we are pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day Jake let me sleep in until 11:30 and we just layed around til it was time to get ready to go out to my family dinner. We all met up at olive garden and had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all my birthday was a lot of fun and my husband is so sweet for spoiling me as much as he did! Thanks Baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378714886420662562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqUIsQk1iSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BBw9XTUiabc/s320/birthday+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715030025401522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqUI0ni39LI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tpv70mDBsFI/s320/birthday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715135086325154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqUI6u7WbaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Venw55ee1Ck/s320/birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715254205042402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqUJBqrdzuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sxexKK4MLX0/s320/birthday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-395325244653880438?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/395325244653880438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=395325244653880438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/395325244653880438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/395325244653880438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqUIsQk1iSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BBw9XTUiabc/s72-c/birthday+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7844190940268878712</id><published>2009-09-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:31:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Life, 5k/Work Outs &amp; House Hunting</title><content type='html'>I stay at home with Kenzie while Jake goes to work. I would have never imagined myself doing this because I start to itch if I stay in one place for too long. For example I have moved a total of 11 times in my short 22 years on this earth. I love staying at home with Kenzie but I am starting to itch. I thought running would help and it does a little but I still get that jealous feeling that Jake goes to work while I stay at home all day. I feel like I need a part time job or something but as soon as I start to look I feel guilty because my pay check would pay for day care and thats about it. I would not be bringing in any money and if I'm not bringing in any money why would I go back to work. I am going back to school in January (I hope..thats the plan for now) but I still just itch all the time to do something. I think I'm going to get some books on baby sign language and try to teach Kenzie sign language. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 5k is September 20th. Yay...I'm very excited about it. I have been running three miles and everyday I am improving a lot. I can feel my old habits slowly coming out again. My shins though are not too happy with me. This morning I got Kenzie out of bed and went to walk up the stairs to get her some breakfast....I just about died. So I took the day off but I will go back tomorrow no matter what. The best way to work out shin splints is rest a day and then work them out. UGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House hunting sucks! I really thought we would look at a few houses and WHAM we would find one...WRONG . I have my own opinion of what would be best for us and Jakes is the opposite. The only thing we agree on is location. We both love Dawsonville but he wants a house with a lot of land and in the middle of nowhere but I want a house in a neighborhood. I grew up in this neighborhood where all the kids were best friends. Some of my favorite memories happened there. I want Kenzie to grow up with friends all around her. Jake agrees with that with the work he does he looks more at the business side of things. Land is worth more in the long run so therefore he wants the land to have a better turn around when the economy gets better. I keep telling him the economy is not gonna get better anytime soon so whatever we decide we will be there a while. Long story short...we can't even agree on houses to look at. Our goal is to be in a house before Christmas but we will see. As for now Mom and Dad's basement is nice and cozy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a slacker on pictures so here are a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377448523619299170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCI8PhG72I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4A-9f06nE20/s320/honeymoon+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377448671164503506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCJE1KoFdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qwoMcBLBpcU/s320/honeymoon+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377448778422960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCJLEvCQmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zaziM_zfCpg/s320/honeymoon+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377449009700886562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCJYiT_WCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gG2lUf16npg/s320/honeymoon+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377449166085273538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCJho47t8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/_0fczciAKwk/s320/honeymoon+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377449297650577506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCJpTAi8GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qSdw_UTdV_Q/s320/honeymoon+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377449441007849922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCJxpDlUcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gLFe_Mkqu4U/s320/honeymoon+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7844190940268878712?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7844190940268878712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7844190940268878712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7844190940268878712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7844190940268878712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-life-5kwork-outs-house-hunting.html' title='Mommy Life, 5k/Work Outs &amp; House Hunting'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SqCI8PhG72I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4A-9f06nE20/s72-c/honeymoon+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7371121900491322922</id><published>2009-08-06T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:13:59.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>For anybody who really knows me and my past they know that running used to be a HUGE part of my life.  I would run when I was happy, sad, angry, confused, or for no reason at all.  I ran because for that 30-45 minutes it was just me and nobody else.  It was an escape for me.  I ran cross country in the fall to train for track in the spring.  My dream was to run in college.  By sophomore year I was captain of our varsity team in track.  That summer we moved to Washington state and when I went to try out for cross country in the fall, they tried to tell me I had to run jv even though I was three minutes faster than their fastest varsity runner.  After that I quit what I had loved so much and focused on boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 5 years later I am a mom and a wife and you loose yourself in those roles.  To people around here I am Norman and Debbie's daughter, Jake's girlfriend (now wife) and Kenzies mom.  I have decided I need to do something selfish and just for me.  I am going to run a half marathon.  I used to love running so much and it was something that I excelled in.  I ran the other night for the first time since the wedding and I thought I was going to die but that next morning I felt better about myself.  I'm excited to do this, I'm excited to get the butterflys right before the race, and I'm excited to hear the gun go off and start running, but I'm most excited for the feeling I get after I cross the finish line and knowing that I did it all by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7371121900491322922?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7371121900491322922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7371121900491322922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7371121900491322922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7371121900491322922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/08/half-marathon.html' title='Half Marathon'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2626370115199680969</id><published>2009-07-27T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:35:42.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING</title><content type='html'>I have been a lazy blogger since the wedding. Actually we went on the honeymoon then came home and started moving so I have a good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the wedding my Dad got me, Carrie, and Courtney a hotel room so I didn't have to see Jake the day of the wedding. It was so fun to have a girls night we got ice cream and pranked called exboyfriends until 2:30 in the morning. It was like I was in middle school again. That morning we had to get up at like 6:30 (I woke up at 5:30 because I was so excited) and we had to be at the hair salon at 8:00. I had 8 girls in my bridal party plus me and only one lady was doing all of our hair. She was AMAZING! I have never met anybody who can do updo's so quickly and so beautiful. She was so awesome. The salon was closed for the day so it was all of my bridesmaids and me, it was really fun to just hang out all morning. After hair we went to Forrest Hills to get ready. At this point I started to get so nervous. One of my bridesmaids (Kelli) did everybodys makeup and she did such a good job. It seemed like we were only there for 10 minutes when the photographer and florist showed up. We took pictures from 4-5:15 and then I was told to leave so Jake would not see me. My dad and I went to meet up with the carriage (yes total dream come true I pulled up in a horse drawn carriage!!!) and started back to where the ceremony was taking place. I was expecting my Dad and I to have a nice father daughter moment but instead the driver started talking in detail about artifical insemination on a horse. Yes it was so gross and it made me want to puke even more. After what felt like FOREVER (it was only 20 minutes) we finally got the green light to go to the garden. When dad and I were walking down the aisle...I can not explain the love I felt for Jake. The ceremony was short and to the point (like ten minutes if that) and then I got to kiss my HUSBAND! I know normal wedding kisses are supposed to be proper but sorry he was so hot in his tux call me a redneck but I had to give him a real kiss. After that we rode off in our just married horse carriage and then went back to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was beautiful the food was amazing and my cake was the prettiest wedding cake I have ever seen. Everything was perfect. And all the people who had been riding my case about the money that was being spent on the wedding finally got it. This was the wedding I had been planning since I was 6 years old playing with my barbies. It was so fun my friends and family and I danced all night. A good friend of mine told Kelli "This is the most fun wedding I have been too and there isin't any alcohol" It was so fun....I would not change a thing about it. Jake and I did leave an hour early...we were exhausted. That night we got to stay in a luxury cabin on the resort that Carrie and Courtney decorated with hundreds of candles and hershey kisses. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our honeymoon we went to Panama City in Florida. We stayed at the Marriott Resort...I have never been to a hotel that nice. There were like 6 different pools employees all over the grounds so if you even looked up from what you were doing they were at your side asking if they could help with anything. The first day we just relaxed and hung by the pool and went to Japanese for dinner (YUM my favorite) and did the Ripleys believe it or not. The next day we swam with the dolphins! Our guide was amazing and so much fun. I jumped in one time but the no more after that because at one point he pointed out a shark. I don't know about you but I like all my limbs attached to me. So while everybody else was in the ocean playing with the dolphins I stayed in the boat taking pictures for everybody. While we were there we went shopping, spent a lot of time at the beach and pool, saw two movies, went to the zoo, ate amazing food, and spent a lot of quality time together. It was nice to just be me and Jake without our baby. Don't get me wrong we missed her like crazy but sometimes you really do need a break to just be with your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came home we started packing up our stuff to move in with my parents so we can start looking for a house. Our rent was crazy high we could buy a nice house and our payments would be lower than our rent. Our lease is up this month so we decided not to renew. Hopefully we will only be at my parents for a few months but we don't want to be rushed into buying a house. Prices are so cheap right now so I'm so excited to start looking. Now that the wedding is done and over with my main focus is our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to be so lazy about writing from now on we are pretty much all settled in so I don't have an excuse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post an all pictures post soon so you all can see our wedding pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2626370115199680969?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2626370115199680969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2626370115199680969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2626370115199680969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2626370115199680969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding.html' title='WEDDING'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3447796363468152056</id><published>2009-07-08T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:26:48.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 DAYS</title><content type='html'>I have come to understand that a wedding is pretty much about everybody else but you.  Here I am trying to plan my dream wedding and everybody has some kind of say about it.  For example, " You two are going to regret this wedding instead of using that money to buy a house"  News Flash People:  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The way I decide to spend my money is none of your business plus I'm pretty sure your name is not on my bank account so you have no idea how much money we have saved up for a house!&lt;/span&gt;  My parents have been pretty amazing when it comes to this wedding so I'm not complaining about them at all in this post.  If it were not for my mother and father I would probably be in Mexico with a changed name so nobody could find me.  Every night for the past week when it has come time to go to bed I lay there in bed eyes wide open thinking about EVERYTHING and when I think about everything I feel like there is a 1000 pound weight on my chest.  The other night for example I stayed up until 1:00 watching Degrassi because I felt so sick.  Carrie keeps telling me my problem is I'm not being enough of a bitch so thats why everybody is walking all over me.  Complaing about this and that.  I don't want to be a bitch though all I want is for everybody I care about in my life to be under the same roof dancing around like idiots celebrating Jake Kenzie and I.  I don't understand why people are trying their hardest to make it as difficult for me as possible.  These are supposed to be the most exciting days of my life and all I find myself doing is laying around feeling sorry for myself and taking benadryl to make myself fall asleep.  Really honestly I just want this month to be over so maybe my life will go back to normal.  How sad is that....sorry I know this is a debbie downer post and I vowed to never complain on this thing but I had to just let it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3447796363468152056?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3447796363468152056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3447796363468152056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3447796363468152056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3447796363468152056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-days.html' title='10 DAYS'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-585752259487566642</id><published>2009-07-01T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:04:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>Last night I was laying in bed thinking about how perfect it was that everything that needed to be done for the wedding is done....but then I really started to think and I was very wrong.  I have not even gotten our marriage license yet...Kenzie's dress is two sizes too big and I need to locate my social security card and I need to pay my hottie gyno a visit (yes...i have a small crush on my gyno) all before the wedding that is happening in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;days!  I'm freaking out.  I was up all night with that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I have not been able to eat anything today.  To make matters worse my stye FINALLY went away but I bet it will come back because I am so stressed.  I made myself a handy to do list so hopefully everything will get done.  I am so ready for the wedding to just be here so I can finally enjoy all the hard work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-585752259487566642?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/585752259487566642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=585752259487566642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/585752259487566642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/585752259487566642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/07/stress.html' title='STRESS'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5288296915685241604</id><published>2009-06-29T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:46:23.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria's Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I was on an "adventure" with Kelli (Jake was riding motorcycles with his father) when we decided it was time to go to good ol Victoria's Secret to find some sexy lingerie! I didn't get any at my bridal shower so I decided I would take some of that money to find some sexy stuff. We walked in not having any idea how this was going to be my LUCKY day! They are having their Semi-Annual sale so all their sale stuff was an additional 50% off! I walked out with three amazing pieces and two hottie thigh-high sets for only fifty-six dollars and some change! YAY! AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352807093703784642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj9sPtnuMI/AAAAAAAAAII/qsv_UvrOUBo/s320/linger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5288296915685241604?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5288296915685241604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5288296915685241604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5288296915685241604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5288296915685241604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/victorias-secret.html' title='Victoria&apos;s Secret'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj9sPtnuMI/AAAAAAAAAII/qsv_UvrOUBo/s72-c/linger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1301922324025300629</id><published>2009-06-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:37:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when most women get stressed they loose weight...I on the other hand get zits and wonderful STYES!!!! The day before my bridal shower I woke up with a stye. I used to get them all the time but since I have been with Jake they went away. I knew I still had meds left so I started my compresses and meds. I was hoping that it would go away by the end of the day and that night I went to bed feeling very confident I would be fine! WRONG the day of my shower I woke up and my eye was swollen shut! Never have I had one this bad. It was awful...Jake looked at me and said BABE....I will take Kenzie all day today and you do what you need to do to fix that! HAHAHA So I stayed in bed with a hot compress....after I while it went down and I didn't look like the elephant man any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bridal shower was a lot of fun! We played games ate amazing food and cake and of course opened lots of presents! We got a ton of stuff...and this lady made a cool "practice bouquet" out of the ribbons that were on my presents! The best part was I got the quilt and a few pillows for our bed spread spread that I had wanted. I also got money so as soon as the shower was over I took the money and got the rest of our bed spread....or so I thought! We got home washed the sheets set it all up and realized I forgot the dust ruffle! So I am going today to get that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everybody who came out and supported me I had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352802554212129090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj5kAyeGUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HSuDwOLNI3M/s320/BRIDALSHOWER+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352802959118159218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj57lLlzXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Mafo9o6IQo/s320/BRIDALSHOWER+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                              Me with two out of my eight bridesmaids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803139542905058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj6GFUM8OI/AAAAAAAAAHo/342670aaq_M/s320/BRIDALSHOWER+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            Can you tell I was excited about this present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803326487431218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj6Q9vQCDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sa42wWHLtmw/s320/BRIDALSHOWER+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                    Me, Mom, Colleen, and Kelli!  We love our MOMMIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803515257540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj6b89jTaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GKiYZjfzW6c/s320/BRIDALSHOWER+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803682401496754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj6lrnxrrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tMWCdr6SqyI/s320/BRIDALSHOWER+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                      There is nothing better than good friends in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1301922324025300629?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1301922324025300629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1301922324025300629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1301922324025300629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1301922324025300629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bridal-shower.html' title='Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj5kAyeGUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HSuDwOLNI3M/s72-c/BRIDALSHOWER+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8619411255326260425</id><published>2009-06-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:11:06.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzies Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzie turned one on the 24th but we had her party on the 20! She is our little bug so it was only fair to have a butterfly birthday party for her. I went a little crazy on making her party really cool even though she would not remember any of it. I kept telling Jake after the third day in a row of carrying in three party city bags from the car that even if she did not remember her party, I would so I HAD to make it a big deal. We ordered 7 large pizzas with chips and dip and then of course we had her cake! We got a big cake for everybody but she had her own "smash" cake. I have NEVER seen a kid go at cake the way she did....she ate it all! Literally there was nothing on the floor and only crumbs left on her highchair tray. Everybody kept telling me to take it away from her but the cool thing about being the mom is NOBODY can tell you what to do when it comes to your kid. Jake and I knew she was having a good time and seriously when else in her life is she going to be able to eat that much cake. (Plus she is only a few ounces away from being able to sit in the big car seat so we figured the more cake the more weight!) After her cake I gave her a bath while all the other kids hit the butterfly pinata. After that we opened presents. Kenzie wanted nothing to do with ripping the paper off her presents so I had all the other kids that were there help her out. She got some awesome stuff....lots of babies(she LOVES baby dolls) a music table...and some other really fun things that even I enjoy playing with. We had so much fun at her party! Thanks to everyone that was a part of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352795203902948162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skjy4KwMw0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bkykn0PXp7I/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352795566254180530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SkjzNQndyLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/C5P1iNrLCRo/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352795839439355650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SkjzdKT4vwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/75AeuYWImP4/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352796056112315650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SkjzpxevvQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EUBaBXPi7xI/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352796286766415714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skjz3Mu9_2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/y66Ju40BCxE/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352796537350045234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj0FyOwvjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CqRHjfsRUlY/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352796806198246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj0VbxKvEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8Ykph2avsEg/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797040162942306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj0jDWsrWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ei5G-wXfbJs/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797232193974386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skj0uOudsHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6110wOiTAxc/s320/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8619411255326260425?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8619411255326260425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8619411255326260425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8619411255326260425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8619411255326260425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kenzies-birthday.html' title='Kenzies Birthday!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Skjy4KwMw0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bkykn0PXp7I/s72-c/KENZIESBIRTHDAY+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5454920234394611318</id><published>2009-06-16T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:18:29.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone once told me....</title><content type='html'>So I think it was junior year of high school I had my first real "love" or so I thought at that time.  I look back now and realize just because you like to kiss somebody doesn't mean your in love but that is beside the point of this blog.  Anyways I was so in love with marc when we broke up I literally thought it was the end of the world.  For days I didn't eat, shower, sleep, or talk.  The only thing I could do was cry.  I remember talking to one of my good friends boyfriends I can't remember his exact words but he said something like this.  When you feel like you have hit rock bottom Kendra the only place you can go is up and when you do start to feel better you will be twice as happy as before.  Sometimes when the baby takes her nap during the day and I have nothing to do I will look back at my life and think about well what if I had done this different or what if I had never even met that person.  Through all the heartache and pain I have felt in the 21 years of my life it was all worth it.  I would not change a thing because I don't think Jake and I would have met if I changed one little thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had dinner ready for him when he got home after a 10 1/2 hour day at work.  We sat down and laughed the entire time.  After he got up to do dishes.  He is amazing...what guy will do dishes after a really hard day at work when all their wife did that day was go shopping for their daughters birthday party.  I told him to go in Kenzies room and play with her but he said he wanted to help me.  After that was all cleaned up I realized I had not swept or vaccumed my floors in about two weeks so I told him to take a shower while I cleaned.  He again said no babe you sweep and I will vaccum.  I told him to put Kenzie in her bouncy thing and put in a movie for her and he said he wanted to hold her while he vaccumed the floors.  After everything was cleaned and Kenzie was in bed we just layed in bed and talked.  I was looking at him tell me a story at one point and it just really clicked....everything in my life happened the way it did to prepare me for where I am at now.  I have had two real loves in my life....the first one didn't work obviously and all the time I wish it just never happened because of the pain it still will cause me today but if I didn't have that relationship I would have no idea how to make this one work.  I also would not be as grateful for the little things Jake does.  Jake is so amazing and I'm so in love with him.  Even when we fight with each other when we get in bed to go to sleep he will always cuddle up to me and tell me he loves me.  I can't wait to marry him in my dream wedding in 22 days.  He is everything I have been waiting for since I was a little girl dreaming up my wedding.  I'm so excited and grateful he is who he is and I'm so glad he is the father of my child.  I would not change anything about our lives or how things happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5454920234394611318?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5454920234394611318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5454920234394611318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5454920234394611318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5454920234394611318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-once-told-me.html' title='someone once told me....'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1938711663287117314</id><published>2009-05-13T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:52:59.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day and Sissy Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVED my very first mothers day. Last year at this time I hated my life because I was a beached whale and while everybody was saying I was included in the Happy Mothers Day wishes I didn't feel like I truly deserved it because I had yet to meet my child! Well this year I totally deserved all the Happy Mothers Days wishes because I and a real live MOMMY!!! So I had seen in one of my celebrity mags these necklaces called Key To My Heart. I didn't just fall in love with it because Britney Spears had one but it really was the sweetest necklace in the world. For those who don't know me...I am a jewlery whore! I love any and all so this was the perfect gift for me. I told Jake about it like forever ago and he said that he wanted me to make a list and from that list he would pick. So I did just what he asked...I made a list of a lot of things we could not afford like a brand new red Mercedes SUV a pair of Chanel heels and a 62inch flat screen TV. My whole thought process was that he would HAVE to get me the necklace because he couldnt get me the other things. Well I got my way and I got my Key to my heart necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335454878944285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SgtX8aaZU0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E7unEF0AhKs/s320/keytomyheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mine of course says Jake and McKenzie and then their birthstones. It came in this super cute pink heart box that had a ribbon on it. I was so excited, I have worn it ever since. For mothers day we went to Jakes stepmoms house and gave her two presents and she made us homemade biscuits and gravy. After that we went to church with Mom and Dad and my Grandparents. I found this super cute dress on sale for $10.00 for Kenzie and she looked so cute. After church we went to my parents and had homemade chicken pot pie and Swedish Apple Pie. It is my all time favorite meal in this world. After dinner my mom gave me a present which was surprise because I'm not her mother. She had seen me looking at this really cute purse and after we left the store she went back and got it for me. I was so excited. Mothers Day was perfect and I'm so glad I was given the gift of being a mother. There is nothing in the world more wonderful than being a Mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335456678533463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SgtZlKZ4_RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CWKqUR5v4gU/s320/Mothers+Day+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335457209715742386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SgtaEFNnVrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/b6DttFJNErQ/s320/Mothers+Day+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335457812748333218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SgtanLrycKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iZ3GPoqsBrE/s320/Mothers+Day+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake had to have a "manly" dog in the house because he lived with a bunch of girls.  There is me who loves hair and makeup our daughter who loves anything pink and fluffy and our cat who eats out of a pink dish who wears a pink collar with a pink name tag and potties in a purple litter box.  After a few "discussions" about whether a dog would be the right thing for our family at this time I lost the battle and we got ourselves a "manly" dog.  Kane is not named after cane and able, he is named after Ryan Sheckler little brother.  I have a crush on Ryan Sheckler because of how sweet he is with him little brother and because that Kane is the kind of little son I want when we decide to add on to our family.  Anyways our "manly" dog had an awesome "manly" name with a red manly collar and leash and lots of manly toys.  I am here to say our dog is not manly at all.  He is the biggest wussy in the world!!!  The dog has barked twice since he was 8 weeks old and growled once and that wass in his sleep.  I'm not saying I want my dog to bark or growl I do want him to be a good watch dog for our house.  Kane is the opposite of watch dog he is a sleep dog.  He sleeps all day long on my bed with his head on my pillow and HAS to be covered up.  He is scared of the vacuum so scared of it in fact he froze in place on the couch and proceeded to pee all over it.  Our tiny cat who is no more than 6 pounds shows him she is the princess EVERY DAY by slapping him in the face and all he does is roll over in submission.  I think its so funny Jake had to have a manly dog and our cat is braver than him.  I love my dog very much don't get me wrong.  He loves to be held on his back like a baby.  He only had two potty training accidents and he loves Kenzie the most out of the three of us.  He is so sweet to her even when she is pulling on him or crawling over him.  Anyways that was my rant about our amazingly not so "manly" dog.  I would not trade him for the world though.  Our family is complete for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1938711663287117314?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1938711663287117314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1938711663287117314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1938711663287117314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1938711663287117314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-and-sissy-dog.html' title='Mothers Day and Sissy Dog!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SgtX8aaZU0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E7unEF0AhKs/s72-c/keytomyheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-504871373067637879</id><published>2009-04-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:50:28.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery...Ring...Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>As you all know my daughter has chronic ear infections (I know chronic is used when a dog has one ear infection after another not so sure if chronic is used with humans but there really is no other way to describe it) we have been battling this battle since December and nothing has really helped. Our doctor finally said it was time for the "T" word and I was all for it. Seriously you can only watch your child be in pain for so long before you start to loose your mind. We were sent to an ENT so the specialist could take a look at her ears. After about 50 hearing tests and looking inside her ear 500 times the doctor agreed that it would be in Kenzies best interest to go ahead with the surgery. She explained that it is a simple procedure that only takes MAYBE 5 minutes. I could not believe that its only5 minutes! It is insane how far medical advances have come. May 4th is the big day. I'm so excited for her to finally start feeling better, im also excited to finally start sleeping through the night again on a more regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Engagment Ring!! In September when we were toying around with the idea of getting married Jake and I went to look for a ring. I was very very specific about what I wanted. When we went to the jewler I explained in detail of what it needed to look like and he pulled out this setting that was everything I could want and more. It was my dream ring. Jake got all the information and put it away in his wallet for another day. As you all know we decided in Jan that it was time to make everything legal so we went back to the jewlery store and my setting was GONE! I was ok because I knew they could just order another one but when we handed over the information we got confused looks it was like the setting never even existed. So we had to start from scratch. They first told us that they just needed to design it which wouldn't be too hard because there was a drawing on the paper of what the ring looked like. We were told it would take about three months to "create" this ring. So I left sad but ok knowing I would get my ring sooner or later. Well this is when the crap hit the fan. They found the ring so they would not have to design it but it was on major backorder so it would take 4-5 months to get. This made me very upset because one I just wanted my ring and two if it was that backordered then EVERYBODY and there sister would have my setting. At this point Jake was pushing me to pick something else out but this was my dream ring and I had to have it. I said I would wait it out. So finally after the story of where my ring was and how I was going to get it changed about 500 times I got it. For the last little while they gave me my center stone on a plain band so I could wear something but it wasn't the same. So now I can happily say my ring finger is very very happy with my dream ring sitting on it. It was worth every second of the wait BUT I will NEVER EVER shop at Lance's Jewlery again!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Bananza Brodeur-Corley turned 1 on the 27. If you are new to reading this blog, Panda is my cat and is like a child to me. Crazy story of how I got her but I have already written about it. It is so crazy to me that she is alrady one because that means in two months Kenzie will be one and I just can't wrap my head around the thought of that. I remeber just yesterday being my baby shower and I remember walking the mall tons of times to try to go into labor. I remember the doctor saying it was time to induce me and I remeber just yesterday bringing her home for the first time. How can she be ONE already? Its funny how much your life can change in just 2 1/2 years. My life today is not in any way shap or form how I thought it was going to be but I am so much happier now then I ever have been. Its just so crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-504871373067637879?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/504871373067637879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=504871373067637879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/504871373067637879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/504871373067637879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/surgeryringbirthdays.html' title='Surgery...Ring...Birthdays!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7527585484114342043</id><published>2009-04-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:08:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend I went to my best friends Bachelorette party. It was the second time that I left Kenzie for more than a day and let me tell you it NEVER gets easier. I did have a really good time plus I loved hanging out with Carrie without the worry of interupting feedings and nap times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carrie, Aunt Laura and I got our nails done and then went to eat at this amazing pizza place. It was so good and super cheap too then Carrie and I went to this "sex shop" to get her Bachelorette sash and our pins for all of us girls to wear. There were some really interesting things in there...I'm such a kid though I was giggling like a ten year old the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That night we got all dressed up and went to Kabutos for dinner which was so good. I loved the rice and chicken HATED the veggies and shrimp! HAHAH Then after dinner we went to downtown Greensboro to all the bars. I have been 21 for almost a year but because of being a mom and Kenzies early bed time (really I mean my early bed time...Jake and I are old old people) I had yet to go to a bar. I was so excited just to get carded! The first one we went to was a little on the lame side but then we went to this place called "Much" it was a bar on the first floor and on the roof was like a dance floor club type thing. We had so much fun there. It is so nice just to be able to hang out with the girls every once in a while. After that we went to some Irish Pub where this super drunk old red neck guy started to clog dance to the bands song. It was so funny. Our last stop was to this bar called the Burro and when we got there tons of people I went to high school with were there so it was so cool to see them all. Its so crazy how differently peoples lifes change in 4 years. At this point it is 2:30 am and I am dead so I was so glad it was time to go home. After we got back to Carries I hung out with everybody for an hour or so and then went and locked myself into my room and went to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I really miss being able to go out and have fun like the rest of my friends do but this weekend made me realize that I have just as much fun at home with Kenzie and Jake as I do staying out and night. Plus I am much better at going to bed at 9:00 then 3:30. All in all I had a blast and I'm so excited to be Carries Maid of Honor at her wedding this May. Its so crazy we have been through so much together since the sixth grade but in the end we are just as close now as we were back in middle school. I LOVE YOU CARRIE LYNN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531014748312370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Se8xOz_zEzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ec_DRib-8ac/s320/DSCI0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amy and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327531518434699442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Se8xsIX_aLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6FVettZ0VYc/s320/DSCI0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carrie and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327532144494874162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Se8yQkoXjjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DzyvAFjzQJ0/s320/DSCI0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brittany and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7527585484114342043?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7527585484114342043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7527585484114342043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7527585484114342043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7527585484114342043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/bachelorette-party.html' title='Bachelorette Party'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/Se8xOz_zEzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ec_DRib-8ac/s72-c/DSCI0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4284499142698635276</id><published>2009-04-13T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:15:30.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I was super excited about spring break this year because my little sister Stacey came down to Georgia to spend it with me. She is not really my sister but I have known her since she was like 5 and EVERYBODY agrees we are the same person...so that makes her my sister! Anyways when she got here all my bridesmaids that live in Georgia plus Stacey and one of my flower girls all went to try on their bridemaid dresses. They are so beautiful...my wedding is going to be amazing. Bonnie and Kenzie are going to be the flower girls and at the dress shop Bonnie kept twirling around in her dress saying I'm going to a wedding I'm going to a wedding! It was so cute and she looked beautiful. She has these to die for tight ringlet curls and bleach blond hair and is miss sassy pants....total GIRL! Everything I want Kenzie to be so I'm so glad they will grow up together. I grew up with my cousin Adam and to this day we are really really close. After the dress shop we went to the Aquarium and they has this Titanic Exhibit that was amazing. Anybody who knows me knows that I am a huge history buff so I was in heaven looking at all the stuff. Jake Stac and I went it was so fun. After we went to Hard Rock Cafe in downtown Atlanta for dinner. The food was not that good but it was just so cool to be downtown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324326585770845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePO0f0KJmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ifmpgPCSeAs/s320/DSCI0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Stac and I in the Elevator right before going into the Aquarium....can you tell how excited I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324331321076443250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePTIIM_aHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Nv6EgHY_sEU/s320/DSCI0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I told anybody recently how in love I am and how lucky I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While Stacey was here we also went to Six Flags. It normally takes 45-1 hour to get there but it took us 3 1/2 hours to get there. I guess it was the grand opening of the season and tickets were only 25 dollars so everybody and their brother decided to go. Needless to say we only got to ride one ride and we waited in that line for 3 hours. Jake and I are going back later this summer. We watched a ton of movies and just hung out. I miss my second family so it was so fun to be around her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329781450177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePRugpe-xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dVpwdQLnMC8/s320/DSCI0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324330419104040002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePSToGAxEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VGPGCAhjeXk/s320/040609_1255%5B00%5D%5B2%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday Stac went home and Jake Kenzie and I took our engagment pictures. It was cold overcast and very windy but it was a lot of fun. I can't wait to see them. Easter was a blast...I still am not used to going to so many places in one day. I feel bad for Kenzie cause its just way too much for her but she is my super child and puts up a strong fight and smiles all through the day. All in all spring break was fun but now its time to get back to normal life and I'm super excited all this running around has sucked all the energy out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332790623880818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePUdqsZxnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1a41anM4Odk/s320/DSCI0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324333269651315826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePU5jNcXHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qPx1bjJoI6I/s320/DSCI0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4284499142698635276?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4284499142698635276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4284499142698635276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4284499142698635276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4284499142698635276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SePO0f0KJmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ifmpgPCSeAs/s72-c/DSCI0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-1923165874275783336</id><published>2009-03-21T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:02:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting married in..........4 MONTHS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the place, the photographer, the florist, the DJ, the videographer, the caterer, the favors, the save the dates, my dress, the bridesmaid/flower girl dresses, and the list all ready! You would think I should be stress free right now but thats a huge NEGATIVE!!! There are so many little things I keep forgetting to do, my brain is overloaded! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a less stressful note....Kenzie has TWO teeth and is standing up. It is so cute....a little sad because she is getting so big but she is still the most amazing child in the world. I am so blessed to have her in my life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315814966633816946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ScWRjDnp43I/AAAAAAAAADg/GRlks-SELjI/s320/DSCI0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315815425381057170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ScWR9wlhQpI/AAAAAAAAADo/otHzr6s0df8/s320/DSCI0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315815899518000434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ScWSZW4k3TI/AAAAAAAAADw/SryAc4oXtbY/s320/DSCI0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the first few weeks we had Kane I was very scared we made a wrong decision about getting a puppy. Now I feel very different, Kenzie LOVES animals just like me. When she sees Panda and Kane she starts laughing and talking to them...its so cute. Kane finally got settled in with us and started to act less puppyish! It helped that I bring my Nolan over to the apartment a few days a week to play with him. We also started going to puppy classes with him. Its so fun on Saturdays to all go as a family to play/teach Kane new stuff. He is super smart and is catching on very quickly. He can now sit...lay down...and come! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315823992743646370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ScWZwcf71KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Rha6CTPV_qE/s320/DSCI0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thinks thats really all that has been going on here in our house.  Its finally spring in Georgia and I can't wait for it to warm up a little bit more so we can start swimming.  Its so pretty outside and spring came right on time...we were so tired of the cold.  I hope everyone is doing well and I hope its getting warm where you are all at too~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-1923165874275783336?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1923165874275783336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=1923165874275783336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1923165874275783336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/1923165874275783336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/count-down.html' title='The Count Down'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ScWRjDnp43I/AAAAAAAAADg/GRlks-SELjI/s72-c/DSCI0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8461081646493425782</id><published>2009-02-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:02:46.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Out....COOL...NOT</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing really well with my trying to loose weight ever since we decided we are getting married.  I am working out EVERY day for at least one hour and I am about to bump it up to at least two hours.  I really do have way more energy and I am in a better mood every day.  I take these really cool classes every morning and every morning the same ladys are there.  I have gotten to know a few of them and this is what I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One....when you are told that your body will never be the same after having a baby that is a HUGE lie...I have come to realize that people tell you that so you won't become a member of proana.com.  Thats a website where you can join and aneroxic girls chat about what they didn't eat that day.  After having a baby it is hard to get up and work out because you have a new baby at home and the last thing on your mind is going to the gym.  Also after having a baby you never get to sleep so when you have five minutes to eat something you grab something really fast like a cookie in stead of grilling chicken on the george foreman grill.  Getting your body back after a baby is hard but it can be done...very slowly.  I am loosing on average 2 pounds a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two...Working out can be so much fun.  During the classes I spend most of my time laughing than thinking about how much I am hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three...Even though these ladies are super super super nice and sweet I still hate them for having their six pack abs after having four kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four...When doing a body pump class (cardio class using a barbell and weights) DON'T wear a low cut work out shirt if you have had a double F boob job done!!! You will for sure being showing some NIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five...Bring your own yoga mat....do you know how many people sweat on the mats during the day and they only get cleaned at the end of the day! SICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long way to go but at least I am enjoying my new lifestyle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8461081646493425782?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8461081646493425782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8461081646493425782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8461081646493425782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8461081646493425782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/growing-outcoolnot.html' title='Growing Out....COOL...NOT'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7837693684268094080</id><published>2009-02-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:41:32.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SZqt3IJCLSI/AAAAAAAAADI/GXb4tOLen1Y/s1600-h/DSCI0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303742673771965730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SZqt3IJCLSI/AAAAAAAAADI/GXb4tOLen1Y/s320/DSCI0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week has been a crazy one for us. It was Jakes birthday on the 13 so all week we were going out with different family members. We went to Texas Roadhouse on Tuesday with his mom, sister, memaw, papaw, bonnie, and caleb. Then on Thursday we went to Longhorn with his Dad and Betty. Then on Friday we went to Ninja with some friends. I also surprised Jake with a puppy for his birthday!! He is so cute....his name is Kane Calvin Corley. I wanted to name him Calvin but Jake said that was a girly name so we named him Kane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news.....my Mom and I went to look at dresses and we ended up finding the one and we ordered it. The only bad thing is we had to special order it so it would be longer and it takes 16 weeks to get so that puts me at getting it on June 22nd and my wedding date it July 18. I am doing really well with loosing weight too so I am gonna have to get it altered the day I get it. Anyways I love it...when I put it on and walked out to show mom she started to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303744799678240450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SZqvy3wllsI/AAAAAAAAADY/Al9qdFkcjMY/s320/bri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel stressed about the wedding even though the place is booked, I have my dress, all the girls know about their dresses and when to send me money, I have an appointment with the florist and photographer.  There are so many little things that you have to do for a wedding that I never realized.  Its ok though because I have my Mom helping out a lot and Jakes family as well. Plus Carrie is getting married two months before me so if and when I forget to do something she is there reminding me to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7837693684268094080?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7837693684268094080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7837693684268094080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7837693684268094080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7837693684268094080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-in-review.html' title='Week in review'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SZqt3IJCLSI/AAAAAAAAADI/GXb4tOLen1Y/s72-c/DSCI0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8986103186110984349</id><published>2009-02-09T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:27:51.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Hills Resort and Spa</title><content type='html'>So what seems like 50 million different wedding locations, Jake and I decided on where we are getting married.  Forrest Hills is a resort that is on a mountain and it is amazing.  There is a spa, horseback riding, pools, walking/hiking trails, tons of things to do.  We are getting married outside (yes I know, July in Georgia is crazy BUT it will be at night AND we are on a mountain so there will be a nice breeze) in this beautiful gazebo right next to a small waterfall.  I'm telling ya its so pretty.  I will be brought in by a horse and carriage and after we get married Jake and I will go off in the horse and carriage.  Then everybody goes to the reception hall where there will be a dinner buffet and cake.  Jake and I got to try the food on Sunday and its to die for.  Its so yummy! We are also renting out two lodges for the weekend so all of our out of town guests and close friends will get to stay at the resort for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found my bridesmaid dresses and maid of honor dress.  They are by Alfred Angelo and three girls will wear one dress three girls will wear another and my sister will wear a different one.  My colors are seafoam and robin egg blue.  Finding my dress is another story.  To be honest I am scared to go look right now even though I know I really need too.  I have been doing really well at the gym though I am working out every day at least an hour and somedays I even do two hours.  I also have been eating a lot better as well so maybe in a few weeks I will start trying on dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot less stressed having found our spot and we both are so in love with it.  I can't wait til July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8986103186110984349?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8986103186110984349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8986103186110984349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8986103186110984349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8986103186110984349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/forrest-hills-resort-and-spa.html' title='Forrest Hills Resort and Spa'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-6739766072481644923</id><published>2009-01-26T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:05:57.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was reading over my posts and I realized all I ever talk about is Kenzie, Panda, and myself. So this post is to my amazing FIANCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how when you least expect it something amazing happens in your life. I was in no way shape or form looking for anything with anybody in fact I was literally dragged out of my house because Nicole (friend from work) said that staying at home feeling sorry for myself was starting to piss her off. When I saw him for the first time I was amazed and I had to know him. Well that night I gave him my number and we have been attached at the hip ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know Kenzie was quite a surprise and I was so scared that Jake was going to leave but that morning when I took the second test and those two pink lines showed up, I started yelling at him to wake up and when he did I was sobbing. He came over to me, wrapped his arms around me and told me everything was going to be ok. Through the whole pregnancy (I was a CRAZY preggo lady at times) he never once raised his voice, he went to coldstone every day so I didn't look like the fat idiot, he told me I was beautiful everyday and when I got my first stretch mark he told me twice every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake is not one to express his feelings and that really bothered me. I need to be told that I am loved and I need to know why I am loved. Jake noticed it bothered me so even though it was hard at first he opened up to me and now every day at least ten times a day I am told I am loved and more importantly he tells our daughter she is loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake is my everything...I am so madly in love with him. He is my best friend, he is amazing with my family (I love them but we Brodeurs can be silly/crazy/gross all at once) and he is an amazing father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, I love you more than anything in this world thank you for being you and thank you for helping me find myself again, you are my everything and I'm so excited to be your wife this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SX54_09V0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zhlf1GQq7Z4/s1600-h/DSCI0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295803249777300098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SX54_09V0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zhlf1GQq7Z4/s320/DSCI0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SX55zTVBvSI/AAAAAAAAADA/yu6stUJI6h8/s1600-h/DSCI0010+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295804134103039266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SX55zTVBvSI/AAAAAAAAADA/yu6stUJI6h8/s320/DSCI0010+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-6739766072481644923?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6739766072481644923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=6739766072481644923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6739766072481644923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/6739766072481644923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-jake.html' title='My Jake'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SX54_09V0oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zhlf1GQq7Z4/s72-c/DSCI0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3614419581565200299</id><published>2009-01-20T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:33:59.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething</title><content type='html'>I have heard about the hell teething brings to little babies but I never really thought anything about it.  I was warned about how horrible child birth was and I'm not gonna lie...mine was pretty easy compared to most.  My child doesn't cry when she gets shots, she is learning to crawl so there are lots of head bangs and she doesn't cry for those either.  Well let me tell you teething is HORRIBLE!  The screaming is horrible...its a pain scream and until your a mother you won't understand how that scream makes your heart stop.  Its like being on a rollercoaster right as you go down a big hill and your stomach is in your throat...thats what that scream does.  The pain is so bad for her that when she sees me she still screams.  Usually the crying will stop as soon as your baby sees you but not when they are teething.  Even when you hold them as tight as you can and tell them "it's ok kenzie mommy is here baby everything is ok" and no change still that pain scream.  I thought my heart had been broken before but its nothing compared to this.  I want to cry and scream with her but of course I can't because then she will just get more upset so all I can do is hold her and sit in our chair and rock her until she finally calms down enough to swallow some meds and then drift to sleep.  Of course I can't fall back asleep because I'm dreading that in four hours when the tylenol wears off it will be the same heart stopping scream again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate teething...any tips at all on how I can make her be in less pain would be wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3614419581565200299?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3614419581565200299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3614419581565200299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3614419581565200299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3614419581565200299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/teething.html' title='Teething'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7717800562691500659</id><published>2009-01-15T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:29:26.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We finally decided its time!</title><content type='html'>So Jake and I love each other very much, so much we live together and have a baby together.  We skipped the whole "wedding/marriage" thing because I had a bad experience with it and Jake.... well Jake is Jake and was fine when I said I was in no rush to get married.  We have decided that it is time to make our lives a little more offical so.....drum roll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE GETTING MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 18th somewhere in Georgia.  I'm so excited and so is my mother...we can't wait to go dress shopping.  I'm dead set on a dress designed by Anjolique, these are the most amazing dresses I have ever seen and I'm so excited to go try them on.  I don't have my ring yet but don't worry it has been designed and in the process of becoming my ring!  It won't be ready for like two months but in the interest of having my dream wedding I can't wait two months to start planning.  This is going to be a summer full of weddings and I LOVE weddings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7717800562691500659?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7717800562691500659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7717800562691500659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7717800562691500659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7717800562691500659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-finally-decided-its-time.html' title='We finally decided its time!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-2754926216378114525</id><published>2009-01-10T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:40:16.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying!</title><content type='html'>Kenzie never cries, the pasts couple weeks though thats all I have heard.  I am literally about to pull all my hair out.  It would be so nice if she took a normal nap to give me a break but thats not happening.  Seriously if this keeps going on like this I will be in a mental hospital within a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-2754926216378114525?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2754926216378114525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=2754926216378114525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2754926216378114525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/2754926216378114525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/crying.html' title='Crying!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-8602876217980321247</id><published>2009-01-05T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:32:03.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>1. Have more me time (I am always with Kenzie and when she is napping I am cleaning/folding clothes, cleaning the apartment, paying bills, etc. I need to spend at least an hour a day on me whether I take a bubble bath, paint my nails, read a book anything that is all about me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to cook different dishes (I always hated making food but now I have grown to enjoy it.  I only ever cook like 4 different dinners so I want to learn new ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Start writing a book (I have always loved reading and when I moved back to Georgia from Utah I had this amazing idea for a book but I never made time to write it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enroll in a yoga class (Growing up I was hardcore into gymnastics.  I could put my body into any position but now I'm old and my body can't bend like it use too so I want to gain my flexability back also I hear it is super relaxing and thats always a plus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Enroll Kenzie and I into a Mommy and Me swimming class (You can start these when babies are 9 months old.  I would love for Kenz to learn how to swim so young plus I think it would be a great bonding time for us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Feel more comfortable with my body (I don't want to say loose weight or get back into shape because I say that every year and I never do.  This way I can work on everything like my attitude towards myself and also working out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided this year is going to be amazing for Jake and I.  I am so tired of just letting life happen to us instead of taking charge, this year will be different.  I am the happiest I have been in such a long time.  I have an amazing boyfriend and an amazing daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-8602876217980321247?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8602876217980321247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=8602876217980321247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8602876217980321247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/8602876217980321247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4217000770264318292</id><published>2009-01-01T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:20:22.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was not as horrible as I thought it was going to be. It actually was very stress free. Our Christmas started on Christmas Eve morning at Jake's moms house. We went over and opened presents and then ate a very yummy breakfast. It was lots of fun, his grandparents were there as well as her sister, her boyfriend and her two kids. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV1zG2kVrDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8NZn-PKMWUQ/s1600-h/DSCI0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286508099167169586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV1zG2kVrDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8NZn-PKMWUQ/s320/DSCI0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV1zh1vtDjI/AAAAAAAAACY/tsEzpEOTT9M/s1600-h/DSCI0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286508562802871858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV1zh1vtDjI/AAAAAAAAACY/tsEzpEOTT9M/s320/DSCI0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we went to PF Changs for dinner with my family. This was AMAZING...it is my favorite place in the whole world. My Dad ordered ordered the whole menu times two (not really but pretty close) and the food was to die for. Our waiter on the other hand was not but oh well who really wants to work on Christmas Eve anyway. After dinner we went back home to put Kenz to bed but first we opened up our Christmas. We will not do it like that next year because of Santa of course but Jake and I felt like it didn't matter this year. Jake's stepmom who I love dearly got Kenzie this beautiful tea set and this mermaid doll that I fell in love with but Jake said it was not worth as much as it cost. (Betty understands my taste for amazing things and didn't want Kenzie to miss out on this doll). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas morning we went to my parents house to open up presents. Dad's must have done something amazing at work because all of us were over the top spoiled. Jake and I needed clothes badly so we got tons and tons of clothes and Kenzie got so many toys. My brother Michael and sister-in-law Marilyn came down and my sister also was home so it was really cool to all be together. After breakfast Kenzie and I took a nap then we went to Jake's Grandparents for lunch. It was so fun to visit with everyone. His grandparents are good ol' southerners so I feel right at home. After that we went back home to put all of our presents away and take another nap. Kenzie was tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV13HVZjm_I/AAAAAAAAACg/sgXayNU-Zeg/s1600-h/DSCI0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286512505489955826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV13HVZjm_I/AAAAAAAAACg/sgXayNU-Zeg/s320/DSCI0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV13lrxVMUI/AAAAAAAAACo/GSLV3ZnHscY/s1600-h/DSCI0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286513026891329858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV13lrxVMUI/AAAAAAAAACo/GSLV3ZnHscY/s320/DSCI0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner we went his other Grandparents house and ate more food opened more presents then went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I woke up sick as a dog.  From Friday to Wednesday I could not keep anything down.  It was horrible but on Thursday I woke up craving a crazy taco from La Cazeula (I have no idea how to spell it).  I have no idea how many times I was asked if I was pregnant but just so I am clear NO I AM NOT PREGNANT!!! My poor little grandma was like the 50 person to ask me one day and I went off asking her in she wanted to see the proof I was on my period.  She kindly declined while saying she was sorry.  I felt so horrible.  Now Jake is sick but he just has sinus issues.  Kenzie had her 6 month check up.  She is 27 inches long (she is in 75th percent for height) and 15.2 lbs.  She also got shots and this time she was a champ.  She cried for like two seconds and then was laughing again.  Her doctor is so cute always saying she has never seen a happier baby.  I truly was blessed Kenzie is amazing always smiling and laughing she only cries as a last resort to something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For New Years Jake and I stayed home put the baby to bed, watched a movie then were in bed asleep by 9:30!  I feel so old but the holidays made me exhausted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everybody had a great christmas and new year.  I'm so exicted for the start of 2009 its going to be an amazing year for my little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4217000770264318292?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4217000770264318292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4217000770264318292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4217000770264318292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4217000770264318292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SV1zG2kVrDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8NZn-PKMWUQ/s72-c/DSCI0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7910098145102339562</id><published>2008-12-11T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:06:29.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody knows that I am probably the biggest animal lover on this planet. Its kind of weird because nobody in my immediate family is like that. Sure my mom loves cats (fat mean ones especially) but I love all animals. I don't care if it is ugly, pretty, small, huge anything I just love them. Before I got pregnant I was going to school to be a vet. I wanted to do an internship in England because the vets over there are domestic vets as well as farm vets. I thought it would be so awesome to work on a dog one day and then assist a cow give birth the next. I also started working at a vets office to make sure I could handle the job. I was in love, I woke up every day excited to go to work. I never did the same thing, each day I new dog/cat would come in with a different problem. I lived with my mom and dad and had a yellow lab named Nolan Ryan (yes...I named him after the greatest pitcher in the world) and a grey cat named Tiki. I was with animals ALL THE TIME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I found out I was pregnant, I moved into Jakes apartment where animals were not allowed. Jake even had to get rid of his pit bull (i know AWFUL breed but she really was amazing) Zoey. Animals are like an anti-depressant for me. They have this amazing sense to know when your not ok. When your sad, they do everything in their power to make you feel better and when your happy they are happy. Its amazing how sensitive they are to their masters. When I heard "No pets allowed" I was ok because I had work and work was right by my parents house so I could still see my dog every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farther along in my pregnancy Jake and I decided it would be best if I didn't go back to work after I had Kenzie. We both agreed day care was not an option for her (have you heard all the horror stories) plus its is extremely expensive to put a 6 week old in day care. When I hit 8 months pregnant my energy was gone! I told my boss I needed to leave and he understood so I finished up the month of May and that was it. It was so sad to go because I loved my job and I was really going to miss all the animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about two weeks of being at home I needed an animal. Jake and I had moved into a new apartment complex that allowed animals so I started begging him to let me get a kitten. At first it was a very firm NO. Kittens are crazy when they are little, the scale walls and couches and your body plus their claws are very sharp. I kept at it though every day begging for an animal. I promised to clip its nail til it was old enough to get declawed. Finally he said yes so I went to the humane society to get my kitten. I found this little tiger stripped female that I fell in love with. I told the lady I wanted her and she said she is not big enough to take yet you have to wait a few days. So they took my information and put her "on hold". Well days turned into a week and I was itching for my kitten. I called everyday to see if she was ready but everyday it was a new excuse. So my dear friend Carrie was upset to see me so sad so she told me to go on craigslist to find a free kitten. Now in my experience, craigslist is not the best place to get a pet. Nine times out of ten they have some kind of nasty sickness that ends up costing a lot of money to clear up. I told her I would keep waiting on Pepper (that was going to be her name) Well Pepper was never ready so I went for it...I went on Craiglist and found this little ball of fluff with bright blue eyes. I went to look at her and fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278640155700896354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SUF_QRGqImI/AAAAAAAAACA/jjXUR7KKT98/s320/DSCI0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I took Panda home brought her to the vet the next day and found out all she had was fleas and ear mites. Very easy and inexpensive to treat (plus I knew the vet very well so I'm sure that helped.) Panda is the most amazing animal ever. Never once has she bit the baby or scratched her. She comes when you call and she follows me around like a puppy. She purrs as soon as your touch her and she loves loves loves to be held. I am so lucky to have her. Whenever I am upset she lets me burry my face into her fur and cry for as long as I need. She sleeps with me every night. I always tell people I have two babies except one was born with fur and walks on four legs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278639474180370866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SUF-omPgMbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aBzcSSf3P7c/s320/DSCI0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7910098145102339562?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7910098145102339562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7910098145102339562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7910098145102339562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7910098145102339562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/panda.html' title='Panda!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SUF_QRGqImI/AAAAAAAAACA/jjXUR7KKT98/s72-c/DSCI0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-4865201464226808225</id><published>2008-12-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:48:25.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for you Carrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So on Sunday Kenzie was taking a nap with her Daddy so I decided to have a little bit of me time. I was hanging out with my mom, helping her make a texas sheet cake when all the sudden Carrie calls me. I answer the phone and she proceeds to tell me that she is trying really hard to NOT do her homework and would like it if I stopped being a slacker and updated my blog. So since I am your maid of honor at your wedding I will update it just for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really dreading the holiday season because my 5 month old hates the car and we seriously had 50 million houses to go too. I'm not complaining about my large family (Jake says I always complain that his family is not as "perfect" as mine! HAHA thats funny) who all love Jake Kenzie and I a lot. I have Kenzie on a very strict schedule, she eats every three hours starting at 8 am until 8 pm and then she sleeps all through the night. She also takes a nap from 11-2 or 2-5. Now by having to go to so many houses you can see where that would get messed up. In the case where that schedule does get messed up my little princess becomes very very angry and stays awake letting me know how angry she is all night long. After expressing my concern to my dear Bubby (Boyfriend/Hubby) he agreed that we needed to come up with a plan of attack and that it was ok to hurt some feelings so our princess could get the sleep that she needed. We decided that since my Aunt Sharon and Uncle Ed were coming from North Carolina and had never seen Kenzie that most of our time would be spent at my families house. Also my sister Nichole who lives in New Jersey was coming down and she had only seen Kezzy once and my dad who had been out of town for 10 weeks would be home for the holiday as well. We also decided that a lot of Jakes family on his dads side had never seen the baby so we would go to their Thanksgiving as well. So we needed to tell his mom that we would not be going to her house for thanksgiving. When Jake told her she said she understood but was still sad about it. We ended up going over a few days before to celebrate a little early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanksgiving day was a lot of fun. My sister had bought Kenzie a HUGE bag full of clothes and the cutest elephant toy so I was very excited. There is nothing more fun than dressing up your daughter and I'm not gonna lie...my baby ALWAYS looks cute! It was so much fun to visit with everybody. Kenzie fell in love with Ed. I think it was because he has a New Yorkers accent and she thought it was funny but she was laughing none stop with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed, Sharon and Kenzie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626711934475602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ST3liE33nVI/AAAAAAAAABg/kIfkeGqwrZE/s320/DSCI0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I got to eat TWO thanksgiving dinners and spend a lot of time with our family. I could not have asked for a better thanksgiving. Kenzie also got her nap and slept the whole night so I was very happy about that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On December 1st Kenzie kept waking up in the middle of the night screaming. It was so scary because the first time she did it, it was the this horrible high pitched scream that woke Jake and I both up. (Jake always sleeps through the moniter) We both went running into her room and she when she looked at us it was like she looked right through us kind of. Normally if we walk out of her sight and she starts to cry all we have to do is just let her see us but this time it was different. We both tried for a while to calm her down but it took thirty minutes. You all might think this is normal but Kenzie has been sleeping through the night since she was two and half months old. Anyways she kept waking up every three hours really upset never as bad as the first time but still really upset. The next morning I called my mom and was complaining saying that she was held WAY WAY WAY too much over thanksgiving so now she was screaming every time you put her down. About half way through the day when she would not stop crying I called the doctor and asked if she could be checked out. So we went and I found out she had a double ear infection and a bad cold. I felt horrible. I had been complaining when she was really sick. I was told to give her meds three times a day for ten days. After a couple of days she was doing really well but then I got really sick. So this past week was awful for us. Lucky for Jake he was at work most of the time so he wasn't around enough to catch anything. He did surprise me with coldstone to make me feel better though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really think anything else has really happened. Kenzie has starting eating baby food. Its cute to watch her expression when we give her a new flavor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                                       Squash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277630446646270338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ST3o7dwjGYI/AAAAAAAAABo/jjymjAQ8nk8/s320/DSCI0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                   Kenzie loves her new bouncy seat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277631086155494338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ST3pgsHbc8I/AAAAAAAAABw/djcIYm9Df1I/s320/DSCI0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-4865201464226808225?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4865201464226808225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=4865201464226808225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4865201464226808225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/4865201464226808225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-one-is-for-you-carrie.html' title='This one is for you Carrie'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/ST3liE33nVI/AAAAAAAAABg/kIfkeGqwrZE/s72-c/DSCI0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7800770607132633258</id><published>2008-11-15T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:20:17.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C.D</title><content type='html'>When I was about eight months pregnant I hit this phase where nothing was ever clean enough.  I would clean our apartment like three times a day.  Everybody told me I was going through the "nesting stage" and I would soon get over it after the baby arrived.  Well its now almost five months since she has arrived and I am still "nesting" except now it worse because I can actually use chemicals to clean.  I chemical clean oh about twice a week, vaccum at least three times a week and do laundry every day.  If there is a dirty dish in the sink I feel unsettled until it is rinsed and put in the dish washer.  I can't sleep if there is a load of dry laundry in the dryer I have to fold it and put it away.  I have always been a clean person never to this extent but I have always been clean.  Now I feel as if I am a FREAK!!!  I have always made fun of the thought of being OCD I just didn't understand but now I do.  The good side of this is my house is ALWAYS clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7800770607132633258?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7800770607132633258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7800770607132633258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7800770607132633258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7800770607132633258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/ocd.html' title='O.C.D'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-3936823353546197364</id><published>2008-11-03T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:58:57.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Halloween!!! Last year I had just found out I was preggo so Jake and I stayed in all night and watched movies....this year I had a four month old to take trick or treating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake and I carved our pumpkin one night while watching TV. It was so fun cause I put the baby to bed while he was in a meeting so when he got home it was just he and I. That&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ9-eac3YYI/AAAAAAAAABA/xujawTAhSrU/s1600-h/DSCI0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264565550380966274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ9-eac3YYI/AAAAAAAAABA/xujawTAhSrU/s320/DSCI0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NEVER happens anymore. Don't get me wrong we love being parents but we miss our alone time. So we acted like ten year olds and carved pumpkins. It was pretty awesome. We made our pumpkin this little monster guy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next Halloween adventure was the annual church Trunk or Treat. We went with my mother and little brother. Kenzie was dressed up as a cute little bunny. Jake and I had a lot of fun talking to people and looking at all the weird costumes. I LOVE candy so I was a little sad that Kenzie was too young to actually get any. Everybody would have known the candy was for me if I took her to get some. Oh well, Jake got me Coldstone on the way &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ9_4b3ioVI/AAAAAAAAABI/-lwVybpQGT0/s1600-h/DSCI0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264567096949514578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ9_4b3ioVI/AAAAAAAAABI/-lwVybpQGT0/s320/DSCI0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home. Its sad to say but the Coldstone employees know me by name. The last three months of my pregnancy I went there like every day. Thats when I gained 45 friggin pounds!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Halloween Jake and I decided we would dress Kenz up and bring her to his parents houses his grandparents house and my parents house so they could all see her dressed up. It would have been a good plan if she had taken her nap that day but of course she didn't. As soon as we put her costume on she freaked out. Once the car started to move she calmed down a little and by the time we got to memaws house she was passed out. Of course we had to wake her up to take her out and from that point on she screamed and cried. It didn't help that under her costume was a long sleeved shirt and a pair of sweat pants so she really hot. By the time we got to the third house sweat was dripping off her little face. All and all we still had a good time. I'm excited for next year when she will really be into it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ-BanWJFzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FoQ9F77XOtY/s1600-h/DSCI0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264568783657834290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ-BanWJFzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FoQ9F77XOtY/s320/DSCI0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ-B6riUa0I/AAAAAAAAABY/PZIC8gppbRQ/s1600-h/DSCI0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264569334538464066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ-B6riUa0I/AAAAAAAAABY/PZIC8gppbRQ/s320/DSCI0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-3936823353546197364?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3936823353546197364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=3936823353546197364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3936823353546197364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/3936823353546197364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SQ9-eac3YYI/AAAAAAAAABA/xujawTAhSrU/s72-c/DSCI0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-7553094183586445598</id><published>2008-10-14T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:30:44.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLING OVER</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm probably being that "new mom" but Kenzie is rolling over like crazy. She rolled over the first time on her 3 month birthday but now three weeks later she is rolling over all the time. She rolls from her back to her belly back to her back. I think she does it a lot because Jake and I get on the floor with her and give her lots of attention. At some point last night she rolled from her back to her stomach so when she woke up this morning she was scared. Jake and I were getting ready and all the sudden she started screaming. It was so cute we both ran into her room to find her on her stomach really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is so cute with her. He does this stupid baby voice when he is talking to her. I hate it because when you talk to a baby in a baby voice it confuses them and sets them up for a speech problem. I try to tell him to stop and he always says "Babe, this is the only way I can talk to her...I can't use my regular voice it just won't come out." He is such a great daddy...i'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad got me this sweet job with his company. I am going to work from home so I don't have to get a nanny and I can still go to school full time. I'm so excited because I'm being paid a lot to just watch a computer screen and make a few phone calls. I'm also excited because Jake won't have to work so much and he can be at home more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think thats all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-7553094183586445598?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7553094183586445598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=7553094183586445598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7553094183586445598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/7553094183586445598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/rolling-over.html' title='ROLLING OVER'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184179832214865235.post-5203126214527458006</id><published>2008-10-05T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:25:25.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Our Family Came To Be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as most people know, after I graduated high school I decided I was not going to follow my family to Georgia but I was going back to Eden, North Carolina where all my friends were. I find it so funny now because seriously who wants to ever move back to Eden once they get out? So while I was out there I made a few bad decisions and my Dad decided it was time for me to come to Georgia. I was in Georgia for a few months but decided I needed to be in Utah so I could be with friends and go to school. My parents agreed that Utah would be a great change of pace for me so off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into an apartment with all the UVU golf players (Yeah never liked golf but I loved all my roommies) and got a boyfriend within a month. Life was good in Utah for a while broke up with the boy, got back together with the boy, fell in love with the boy, fought a lot with the boy, we both tried hard to make it work, moved back to Georgia to give the boy and I space, still fought a lot, ended it with the boy and tried to forget the whole Utah experience except for my golf loving roomie named Whitney my assistant manager turned roomie Jessie my crazy BFF Kristal and my even crazier BFF Hilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was back in good ol' souther town of Cumming, Georgia trying to get over the "boy" while working at a Vets office. (I LOVE any and all animals) I soon became friends with Nicole and she decided that it was in my best interest to get out of my house, put on a nice outfit and just have fun. So off I went to the local applebees when Jake walks in the doors! He sits down next to Nicole's husband Chris and starts talking. After a few minutes I tell Nicole that guy is really hott so she tells her husband and it all happened from there. I gave him my number and less than 24 hours later he calls and from that day on we have been attached at the hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie came along a little later. She was quite the surprise. After we found out Jake and I decided it was time for me to move in with him. My pregnancy was a good one. I was only sick for about three weeks I was always tired and my back killed the whole time. I'm sure it killed because my body was not used to caring around the extra 50 pounds I gained but hey I enjoyed being able to eat all the chocolate and coke I wanted. Kenz was due on June 20 and Dr. Lambert told me she was going to be 2 weeks early so I called Carrie (Kenz is named after her) and made her come down because she had to be here for it. One week went by nothing two weeks went by and still nothing. So on the 19 when my child was still just chilling Carrie and I decided it was time for me to get a kitten so we went on Craigs List found the cutest one and seriously drove to Egypt to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 24 I was induced and at 2:09pm McKenzie Lynn Corley was born. I felt no pain (USE THE DRUGS!!!) and I can not describe the love you feel when you hold your baby for the first time. She was 7 lbs 4 oz and 21 inches long. Her legs are super long just like mine, perfect to be my little ballet dancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254084628157750386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpCIcku3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/luDYBh5sl68/s320/DSCI0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get asked all the time if Jake and I are getting married soon and the answer is I don't know. Things right now are wonderful, we have the best little family of three (four if you count the cat) and we are all so happy. Yes down the road we will but like I tell my Mom all the time I have always dreamed of a summer wedding and last summer I looked like a beached whale and I was not about to get a maternity wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have you all caught up on my life, the next posts will be more exciting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254085424129981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpC2xzTPHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uuyBe6nACmk/s320/DSCI0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254085953086413538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpDVkUV2uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tI5SBUa0mqU/s320/DSCI0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184179832214865235-5203126214527458006?l=jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5203126214527458006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184179832214865235&amp;postID=5203126214527458006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5203126214527458006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184179832214865235/posts/default/5203126214527458006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jakekendrakenzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-or-family-came-to-be.html' title='How Our Family Came To Be!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551719029492316279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpERAQY-8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/msZdv9sEIUQ/S220/DSCI0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_haY9t6HDMe8/SOpCIcku3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/luDYBh5sl68/s72-c/DSCI0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
