<?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-2647146114955830789</id><updated>2012-01-19T14:08:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wertheim Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-6610560319631295928</id><published>2010-04-14T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:10:06.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Adventure</title><content type='html'>The First Adventure Ends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2007 Ben and I packed a truck, towed a Miata and with my Toyota Matrix we left CA and headed to CO to start a great adventure.  There were so many unknowns.  We had NO idea what we were getting into.  We had NO idea how God was going to use this time to refine us, change our hearts, heal us, and prepare us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 2 1/2 years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben has gone through the Counseling Licensure program at Denver Seminary and will graduate in 4 weeks with a MASTERS!!   I am such a proud wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben sold the Miata, bought a Jeep - sold the Jeep, bought a Motorcycle.  This is a whole new adventure in itself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben got a job at Apple, then Starbucks, then landscaping and graduate assistant in a clinic.  It's pretty amazing how God provided all these jobs right when we needed them in this economy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still have my reliable Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had a great reliable job the whole time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I taught myself to knit and have had tons of fun creating things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got a dog who has been such a source of JOY in our house.  Silly Mutt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ben and I are looking back now at our time here in Colorado in amazement at how God has opened doors, closed doors, and provided everything (and much more) that we needed.  There were things we really hoped for that, we now know, didn't turn out for the best.  There were things that seemed impossible but came as a TOTAL answer to prayers.  There were so many blessings along the way that came at the right time to encourage us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to say about how God proved himself faithful to us and showed us he loves us and will not fail us and has a great plan in store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next Adventure Begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben graduates in May, our apartment lease is up in June and Ben and I are ready for the Next Adventure!  We have decided to move to New England!  So on June 12th we will be packing up a truck again, but this time with one car, with a motorcycle, and a dog.  And this time driving 4 days to get to our new home.  We are going to live with my parents in MA for a bit till we get our own place we are hoping in CT.  I must say it is going to be nice to live near family again... but I'll save that for another blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are facing many unknowns again.. no jobs, no home... but the truck is booked, the hotels are booked, the 60-day notice to vacate our apartment is in, and we have boxes to pack.  We again are stepping out in faith.  We know God has a plan and we are willing and ready to be used.  So we are gearing up to go and see what exciting things are in store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 8 weeks we will say goodbye to Colorado, to jobs, to school, to friends, to our home and head out to a whole new....everything.  We are excited and nervous.  Please pray for us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-6610560319631295928?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6610560319631295928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=6610560319631295928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6610560319631295928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6610560319631295928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2010/04/next-adventure.html' title='The Next Adventure'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-2807342846517331513</id><published>2009-12-11T10:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:55:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December and Eyes and Weight</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is almost over.  I swear this year went by so fast... so much faster than any other year I can remember.  Is it because I'm getting older?  Is it because my life has no routine so the days just fly?  Or is it because I'm always planning ahead?  Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say I've had my Christmas Shopping done for quite sometime now.  I always have a goal to get it done before Turkey Day.   It doesn't always happen, but I can't stand the crowds and bad attitudes as Christmas get closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I are headed to MA for Christmas.   We are hitching a ride with Santa on Christmas eve about 1130pm. and he's dropping us off in Boston at around 5am.  And yes, my wonderful parents are driving 2 hours to Boston on Christmas Morning to pick us up at 5am!  Aren't they wonderful!  Merry Christmas huh?  God also provided doggie sitters for us.  God bless Bethany and Joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the summer I have been having problems with my Right eye - specifically &lt;a href="http://www.canovision.com/info/papilary.htm"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;Giant       Papillary Conjunctivitis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  This now means I can no longer wear contact lenses.  I have been wearing them since 7th grade.  And for those of you who know how I feel about my eyes.. you know this is a terrible disappointment.  I have to wear glasses now :(   I am petrified of anyone getting near my eyes, but that Lasik Surgery is looking better and better!  So.... My old old old old pair of glasses is alright for now, but I'm gonna have to take the plunge soon and buy new ones if i'm gonna have to wear glasses FOREVER now... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for weight... I'm turning 30 next September and on my 29th b-day I just didn't like where I was.  I felt out of control with my eating and I was using food as a comfort, a warmer, bordem buster...  I tried to "diet", but that lasted one meal.  So I decieded to join Weight Watchers.  Since Oct 1 I have lost 10.5 lbs.  WOOHOO.  I feel better about myself.  My clothes fit better.  I feel in control and satisfied with my new eating habits.  PLUS When I reach my goal (Hopefully in Feb or March) Ben said I can reward myself with a new wardorbe from my favorite store... THE LIMITED!!  What a modivator, let me tell you.  Isn't my husband wonerful?!?  So pray for me if you think about it.  It is really hard to stay on track with all this holiday candy, pies, parties, cookies, ect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-2807342846517331513?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2807342846517331513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=2807342846517331513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2807342846517331513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2807342846517331513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-and-eyes-and-weight.html' title='December and Eyes and Weight'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-2033236665607132509</id><published>2009-10-26T15:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:48:27.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel is 1!</title><content type='html'>I recently got back from a trip to MA for Rachel's 1st b-day.   It was so nice to fly into Bradley (Hartford, CT =30min from my parents house) rather than my arrival airport(Boston-2 hours from my rents house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's party was just a few hours after I came in.  My sister-in-law is so talented and was a great hostess.  Rachel's party was very special.  There were so many people there to clap for her and give her attention.  Rachel had a blast.  She was all giggles and squeals.  Below is a video of her tasting her first frosting... she obviously enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SuYQ1oWMjNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1siswNVGbHc/s1600-h/Rachel+in+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d47aea5faf07b72d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd47aea5faf07b72d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054554%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B10847D4011FCF2C390FF20BF2F74A0A0BD355C.55BA4412FAB5B5E1BBEFC4546860B64BC581C82B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd47aea5faf07b72d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYeTa8jeO3bbzUCWjybx3Tx4pAvA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd47aea5faf07b72d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331054554%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B10847D4011FCF2C390FF20BF2F74A0A0BD355C.55BA4412FAB5B5E1BBEFC4546860B64BC581C82B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd47aea5faf07b72d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYeTa8jeO3bbzUCWjybx3Tx4pAvA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I didn't miss this special weekend. Rachel is so precious and it was such a blessing for me to have some quality time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweater I've been working on since April... FIT!  I was kind of nervous it would be too small for her, but as you can tell from the pic, she has room to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SuYQ1oWMjNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1siswNVGbHc/s1600-h/Rachel+in+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SuYQ1oWMjNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1siswNVGbHc/s320/Rachel+in+sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397019716999744722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday Morning my mom hosted a mother-daughter brunch.  It was really fun to have some girl time with such wonderful women.  These woman are so talented, funny, wise, and Godly.  We had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SuYRW6lTK3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oHLO5DxQUPk/s1600-h/M%26D+brunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SuYRW6lTK3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oHLO5DxQUPk/s320/M%26D+brunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397020288830614386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(left to right: Emily Gallo, Francis Townsend, Rachel Kaye, Merrie Kaye, Becky Kaye, Leslie Townsend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night my Grandma "K" took my parents and I out to dinner.  There was a little place with a prime rib special.  It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip was very restful.  It was a short, but I got to spend a lot of time with the family.  The only thing missing was Ben.  He's gonna try to make an appearance next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2647146114955830789-2033236665607132509?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2033236665607132509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=2033236665607132509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2033236665607132509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2033236665607132509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/10/rachel-is-1.html' title='Rachel is 1!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SuYQ1oWMjNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1siswNVGbHc/s72-c/Rachel+in+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-4588888679288947785</id><published>2009-09-03T08:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:23:43.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Summer was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had friends visit from CA with their doggies for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've almost completed the sweater I'm knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cheap theater several times. Saw a few great movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben finally got a break and was able to rest, read, play Wii, walk, and just have Ben time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I READ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOUR &lt;/span&gt;BOOKS!&lt;/span&gt;  They were big books too!  For those of you who know me... this is huge.  Reading has never been one of my... let's say hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had hail storms and tornadoes in July that the city is still trying to recover from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered GoodTimes Frozen Custard  - Weds = NY Cheescake, Thurs = Chocolate Chip, Friday = Oreo Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie learned a new trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never had to turn on our A/C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It went by quickly (this whole year has been going by quickly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is starting to get cooler, it's darker in the mornings, and school has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave earlier for work because all the soccer moms are on the roads now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to drink tea again in the morning to warm me up and wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the horizon for the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My b-day is coming. Lot's of family b-days... best friend - Becca, Grampa, Frances, Mario, Aunt A, Flannery, Uncle R. (and this is just September)  Rachel's in October.  Am I missing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is here for a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is turning 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is in his second to last semester!  And planning for the future after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite time of year - Sweater weather, beautiful leaves changing color, that smell of autumn is so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People start pulling out their holiday decor from the basement.  Although I don't like to see Christmas stuff until at least November, but I've already had a Christmas catalog come in the mail!  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not ready for winter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sp_es8weOoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sB766MICV9k/s1600-h/fergie+at+garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sp_es8weOoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sB766MICV9k/s320/fergie+at+garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377261343908706946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-4588888679288947785?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4588888679288947785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=4588888679288947785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4588888679288947785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4588888679288947785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='GoodBye Summer'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sp_es8weOoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sB766MICV9k/s72-c/fergie+at+garden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-1594354581872670131</id><published>2009-07-30T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:20:42.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Figured Him Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: text; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_1"&gt;The American Spectator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;We've Figured Him Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;By Ben Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why is &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: text; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_2"&gt;President Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; in such a hurry to get his socialized medicine bill passed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Because he and his cunning circle realize some basic truths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: text; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_3"&gt;The American people&lt;/span&gt; in their unimaginable kindness and trust voted for a pig in a poke in 2008. They wanted so much to believe &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_4"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; was somehow better and different from other ultra-leftists that they simply took him on faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They ignored his anti-white writings in his books. They ignored his quiet acceptance of hysterical anti-American diatribes by his minister, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_5"&gt;Jeremiah Wright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They ignored his refusal to explain years at a time of his life as a student. They ignored his ultra-left record as a "community organizer," &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_6"&gt;Illinois state legislator&lt;/span&gt;, and Senator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The American people ignored his total zero of an academic record as a student and teacher, his complete lack of scholarship when he was being touted as a scholar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now, the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_7"&gt;American people&lt;/span&gt; are starting to wake up to the truth. Barack Obama is a super likeable super leftist, not a fan of this country, way, way too cozy with the terrorist leaders in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_8"&gt;Middle East&lt;/span&gt;, way beyond naïveté, all the way into active destruction of our interests and our allies and our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The American people have already awakened to the truth that the stimulus bill -- a great idea in theory -- was really an immense bribe to Democrat &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_9"&gt;interest groups&lt;/span&gt;, and in no way an effort to help all Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now, Americans are waking up to the truth that ObamaCare basically means that every time you are sick or injured, you will have a clerk from the Department of Motor Vehicles telling your doctor what he can and cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The American people already know that Mr. Obama's plan to lower health costs while expanding coverage and bureaucracy is a myth, a promise of something that never was and never will be -- a bureaucracy lowering costs in a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_10"&gt;free society&lt;/span&gt;. Either the costs go up or the free society goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These are perilous times. &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_11"&gt;Mrs. Hillary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;, our Secretary of State, has given &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1248963350_12"&gt;Iran&lt;/span&gt; the go-ahead to have nuclear weapons, an unqualified betrayal of the nation. Now, we face a devastating loss of freedom at home in health care. It will be joined by controls on our lives to "protect us" from global warming, itself largely a fraud if believed to be caused by man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mr. Obama knows Americans are getting wise and will stop him if he delays at all in taking away our freedoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There is his urgency and our opportunity. Once freedom is lost, America is lost. Wake up, beloved America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-1594354581872670131?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1594354581872670131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=1594354581872670131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1594354581872670131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1594354581872670131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/07/weve-figured-him-out.html' title='We&apos;ve Figured Him Out'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-8415454906974053120</id><published>2009-06-17T08:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:35:15.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June 17th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sjj-q4Yxr9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5OEb7tX32Co/s1600-h/wedding+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sjj-q4Yxr9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5OEb7tX32Co/s320/wedding+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304570146729938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is our 3rd Anniversary.  3 YEARS!  We have been on quite the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Ben and I were thinking back on our anniversaries.  First of all we had the most beautiful, picture perfect wedding.  Just a small gathering on the beach.  As you can see from the pic, it was a perfect day. &lt;br /&gt;Year one: he surprised me with a trip to a &lt;a href="http://www.sycamoresprings.com/"&gt;hot springs resort&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Year two: I surprised him with a trip to&lt;a href="http://www.elkhornridgervpark.com/"&gt; SD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Year three:  We bought a Wii and have been having a lot of fun with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like anniversaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, I am honored and blessed that God chose me to be your wife.  That I get to be on this adventure with you.  That I get to watch you grow.  That I get to be part of this process.  That I get to be part of the good times and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of you and I am excited to see what God is doing and is going to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BENJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  PTL we weren't called in for jury duty today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-8415454906974053120?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8415454906974053120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=8415454906974053120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/8415454906974053120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/8415454906974053120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-17th.html' title='June 17th!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sjj-q4Yxr9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5OEb7tX32Co/s72-c/wedding+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-2622082957569939172</id><published>2009-06-08T10:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:16:07.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>allergies and tornadoes</title><content type='html'>I never had a problem with allergies until I moved here to Colorado.  There is a cottonwood tree around here that blows all this white stuff around.  And it's making me miserable.  My eyes are so dry I can't even put my contacts in.  Just so happens that our apartment complex is name Cottonwood Creek.  So you can imagine how much of this stuff is blowing around at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;!  I need to go buy some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Claritin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tornadoes... yesterday there were 5 tornadoes in the Denver area!  Thankfully not near us we just got rain.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Littleton&lt;/span&gt; is too close to the mountains to have tornadoes.  But this morning I heard about the golf ball size hail and all the damage caused by the weather yesterday... &lt;a href="http://www.9news.com/news/article.aspx?storyid=117258&amp;amp;catid=339"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-2622082957569939172?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2622082957569939172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=2622082957569939172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2622082957569939172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2622082957569939172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/06/allergies-and-tornados.html' title='allergies and tornadoes'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-7817911986118635078</id><published>2009-05-21T11:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:29:33.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>I DO NOT deal with transitions well.  And I know God is really working on me in this area... why else would we be here in Denver where every few months our world flips upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Ben had his finals for his Spring 2009 classes.  I am so proud of him for finishing another semester- a really tough semester!!  I mean a boring Old Testament class (where the prof made the students buy 10 of HIS books for the class) and STATISTICS (need I say more?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a great weekend last weekend before the mayhem started again.  We had a date night on Friday and saw the new Star Trek movie - which I must say was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday came and the roller coaster started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Ben started 2 new jobs which means training, an online class with a lot of busy work, and continued with his internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got comfortable with the schedule and it changed again.  I guess God doesn't want me comfortable :)  There is a time and place for everything.   I will have my comfortable time one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will really miss my Starbucks' Chai now that Ben is no longer working there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-7817911986118635078?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7817911986118635078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=7817911986118635078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/7817911986118635078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/7817911986118635078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/trasitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-2256734253961360787</id><published>2009-04-30T08:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:16:07.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hummmm</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've written anything interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado weather struck again this past week.  Monday morning I woke up to another snow blizzard (a "surprise blizzard")  but by yesterday it was in the 70s again.  I guess I can't complain that the snow never stays around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started knitting a sweater for my niece, Rachel.  I hope to have it done by her 1st b-day in October.  Here are some pics of the first 4 inches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SfmyMQ1qKuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fLNy9LAsPAs/s1600-h/sweater2.jpg"&gt;                                             &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SfmyMQ1qKuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fLNy9LAsPAs/s320/sweater2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487557717895906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SfmyEN9G4aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ApRKrPGWs-E/s1600-h/sweater1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SfmyEN9G4aI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ApRKrPGWs-E/s320/sweater1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487419504877986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on the progress.  These 4 inches took me about 5 hours total.  I'm learning as I go, so it'll be a long process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jenny/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jenny/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-2256734253961360787?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2256734253961360787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=2256734253961360787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2256734253961360787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/2256734253961360787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/hummmm.html' title='hummmm'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SfmyMQ1qKuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fLNy9LAsPAs/s72-c/sweater2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-7569001207711115714</id><published>2009-04-15T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:34:20.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the????</title><content type='html'>If you were to go to Weather.com right now and look at the weather for the 80123 zip code.  You will see first that it's a beautiful 71 degree day and right above it there is a orange "WINTER STORM WARMING" warning flashing at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you how is that possible?   It's 71 degrees and they are threatening us with 10-30 inches of SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Denver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-7569001207711115714?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7569001207711115714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=7569001207711115714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/7569001207711115714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/7569001207711115714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/what.html' title='What the????'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-1231573496615860768</id><published>2009-04-14T08:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:47:27.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>Today I have to take sometime and BRAG about my wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I felt really ucky.  PMSy, and drained.... ya know.  Well when I got home from work yesterday, Ben (in his few precious hours at home in the morning) cleaned up the whole apartment, and left me little love notes and thank you notes all over, and gave me a 'coupon' for a date night this week!   Then after a full 10 hour day he went out of his way and bought me this huge beautiful bouquet of flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is truly the most amazing hubby EVER!  God has blessed me beyond measure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-1231573496615860768?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1231573496615860768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=1231573496615860768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1231573496615860768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1231573496615860768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-3249635303955139544</id><published>2009-04-08T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:47:56.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY PASSOVER EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-3249635303955139544?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3249635303955139544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=3249635303955139544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/3249635303955139544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/3249635303955139544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/passover.html' title='Passover'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-3652855143290686827</id><published>2009-04-08T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:46:27.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons</title><content type='html'>Facebook Pros and Cons that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: &lt;br /&gt;Great tool to catch up and keep in touch with friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Stalker-types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As not to go into too much detail.  Last Friday I had a FB (facebook) scare.  I noticed that someone was prying into my life and the lives of my family members using FB.  There is no reason, that I can think of, why this person should be friends with some of my family.  He's never met them and most likely never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the good thing about FB is that you can delete people like that from your "friends".  So that's what I did.  I now have fewer "friends"- per say, but I feel much better about the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-3652855143290686827?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3652855143290686827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=3652855143290686827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/3652855143290686827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/3652855143290686827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/04/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and Cons'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-4110774301043117700</id><published>2009-03-17T11:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:06:36.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you feel old when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sb_Ygysv4sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gj4TkwM3w8s/s1600-h/caleb+ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sb_Ygysv4sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gj4TkwM3w8s/s320/caleb+ryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314204143197348546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest and dearest friend, Becca, had baby #2 last week.  Caleb Ryan Quinby.  I get to meet him next week.  I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out picture of this precious baby and the family &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/beccaquinby"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-4110774301043117700?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4110774301043117700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=4110774301043117700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4110774301043117700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4110774301043117700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-you-feel-old-when.html' title='You know you feel old when...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sb_Ygysv4sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gj4TkwM3w8s/s72-c/caleb+ryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-6503837578168271507</id><published>2009-03-13T14:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:44:44.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SbrFrxaHtNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_zaZd_nGq34/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SbrFrxaHtNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_zaZd_nGq34/s320/eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312776066224862418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here at work eating my hard boiled egg and realizing.... I love the egg!  I think I have my father to thank for my love of the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember growing up having eggs so much that they mistook my mildew allergy for an egg allergy (that's a long story for another time).  But through this mishap, a family tradition evolved.  Every Sunday morning.. and I mean EVERY... my dad made breakfast.  Eggs ~ With turkey bacon, toast or bagel, or his special homemade homefries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg creations came in all forms.  Hard boiled.  Over easy. Cheese and/or veggie omelet.  Bagel sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad has always had a dream of being a short order cook or a B&amp;amp;B owner.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to go to my parents house, you would always find plenty of eggs in the fridge and most likely there would be a few hard boiled in there just for a quick snack/meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now my wonderful husband makes breakfast for me every morning.  Yep, you guessed it.. Eggs.  And he is so good at it too.  yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know.. there's always the chocolate egg, too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-6503837578168271507?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6503837578168271507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=6503837578168271507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6503837578168271507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6503837578168271507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/egg.html' title='The Egg'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SbrFrxaHtNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_zaZd_nGq34/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-898477855320363717</id><published>2009-03-12T09:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:28:24.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sbl-blzIspI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h3F3K_xqgq0/s1600-h/fergie+up+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sbl-blzIspI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h3F3K_xqgq0/s320/fergie+up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312416247928369810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fergie got her big girl shots yesterday.  Ben and I took her to the vet for her rabies vaccinations and a heartworm test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For normal people with normal dogs, going to the vet shouldn't and usually isn't a stressful event.  But I never grew up with "normal" dogs.  Most of the dogs we owned were rescue dogs.  And anyone whose owned a rescue dog knows they usually come with issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dog we had, Mugsy, had the most issues.  He was a lovable and beautiful and smart German Shepherd.  But we were his 3rd home by the time he was 3.  Not good for a dog who is bred to be loyal to 1 person.  With lots of work and structure, he turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, taking Mugsy to the vet was a 3 man job.   One person had to go in first and make sure the parking lot and vet waiting area was clear of all other animals.  Mugsy went BONKERS when other dogs were around.  Man 2 brought Mugsy in - who was usually my mom because my mom was his #1 alpha.  It was very stressful to take him anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these experiences leave lasting impressions.  When you have a psycho dog you learn things.  You learn to be very aware of your surroundings before your dog is, you learn how read the dogs emotions before they can react, you learn to prevent run aways and fights.  All the while you are scared to bring your dog anywhere, let them of leash with no boundaries, and leave the trash where they can get it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take these things with you with every dog.  But then there's Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sweet, smart, happy and tries so hard to please.  Even with hesitantance I let her off leash, and she stays close by.  I take her in the car, and she just sits quietly until we get back.  I can leave the trash out and she knows that's off limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we took her to the vet.  She was an angel.  She loved the vet, who was WONDERFUL with her.  She didn't mind the shots or the blood test or exam.  She just laid down in the room and let the Dr. pet her and play with her.  They exchanged kisses.  It was such a great experience for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was anxious going to the vet, but I need to learn to trust Fergie.  She's earned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-898477855320363717?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/898477855320363717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=898477855320363717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/898477855320363717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/898477855320363717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/fergie.html' title='Fergie'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sbl-blzIspI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h3F3K_xqgq0/s72-c/fergie+up+close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-4587307482073402643</id><published>2009-03-11T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:57:17.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purim</title><content type='html'>HAPPY PURIM everyone!  If you don't know what Purim is.. Shame on you!  No, just kidding.  Purim is the holiday the Jews celebrate to commemorate the story of Esther. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther is my favorite Bible character.  I remember my first Bible was a picture Bible and I had my mom read that story over and over and over.  I even remember the pictures so clearly!  Esther was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory I have of Purim is the Purim plays my Sunday School class put on every year.  Now mind you my Sunday School class consisted of me, my brother- Bryan, and my cousin- Emily.  Of course ever year I HAD.. I mean threw a temper tantrum HAD.. to be Esther.  Which means my brother always played both King Ahasuerus and Mordecai. And poor Emily always ended up playing Haman, the bad guy.  EVERY YEAR!  I think maybe the last year we did it, Emily got to play Esther.  I'm so sorry Emily.  Looking back, I was quite a brat for doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plays were simple, but meaningful.  My mom and aunt put so much work into them and trying to get the 3 of us to perform it with some historical accuracy.  I remember these noise makers that every time the name Haman was mentioned, everyone Booed and made noise.  So much fun to elementary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other great thing about Purim is the hamentaschen.  I guess all Jewish holidays come with some great sweets.  You can't separate us Jews and our food or a reason to eat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interesting fact about the book of Esther is that the word "GOD" isn't mentioned once.  But God plays an important part in the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite verse in Esther is 4:16.  It shows her faith and courage and her willingness to risk her life to save her people:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my attendants will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy Purim everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-4587307482073402643?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4587307482073402643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=4587307482073402643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4587307482073402643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4587307482073402643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/purim.html' title='Purim'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-8121530211704378524</id><published>2009-03-04T09:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:15:52.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer - Good, Wind - Bad</title><content type='html'>This week has been in the 70s so far- mostly 75!  Monday was so beautiful and I actually got a little sun burn during my lunch hour.  Tuesday and Today are amazing days too.  Could Spring be here?  I still have a feeling that Winter will strike one more nasty time before we can say Spring has taken over.  But for now I must say it feels so good to be in flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm enjoying this amazing weather... with the Spring also comes WIND.... hard nasty loud WIND.   At night it howls something awful!  Unfortuately our dog is terrified of wind... i mean shaking and whining and restless.  So at night time when the wind is howling she doesn't sleep, which means we don't sleep.  I think the thing that frightens her the most are when the blinds rattle.  When it's 70 outside, we like to sleep with the windows open, but the wind makes this tough.   I'm gonna get curtains this weekend and maybe that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a solution to this problem?  Whether it's a way to train Fergie not to fear the wind and rattling blinds or a way to mute the windy noises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a windy night and Fergie (nor Ben and I)  didn't sleep.  Even this morning she wouldn't come out from under the bed and she was whining something awful.  So before I left for work I turned on the radio for her.  She came out for a treat and actully started to relax because she couldn't hear the wind.  I left the radio on when I left hoping the poor puppy would be able to relax a little while home alone.  Silly puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sa6pC3SHqFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XW34bqKYYGI/s1600-h/fergieingrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sa6pC3SHqFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XW34bqKYYGI/s320/fergieingrass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309366877381175378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-8121530211704378524?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8121530211704378524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=8121530211704378524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/8121530211704378524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/8121530211704378524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-good-wind-bad.html' title='Summer - Good, Wind - Bad'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/Sa6pC3SHqFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XW34bqKYYGI/s72-c/fergieingrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-6032136607005754159</id><published>2009-02-24T14:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:04:40.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while, but there's not much to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty routine at the moment.  Work 8-5, M-F.  Work around Ben's schedule.  He is very busy, some days I don't see him till 9 or 10 at night. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weeks go by quickly:&lt;br /&gt;-Monday work 8-5 and have dinner with Ben whenever he gets home.  He has a class at 6:30AM then internship till about 8 at night.&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday work 8-5 and have dinner with Ben and Watch 24 (online because we don't have a TV).  Ben has a class in the morning then internship again till late.&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday work 8-5, the week is half over.  Ben is home all day so after work we have a grocery shopping date :)&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday work 8-5 and then if Ben works I don't see him till late and I stay home and knit :)&lt;br /&gt;-Friday work 8-4 and then Ben is home during the day then usually works at night (I sometimes see him pulling out of our apartment).  I am home knitting again.  I need and like the quiet times&lt;br /&gt;-Saturdays and Sundays are usually pretty low key.  Clean house, run errands, church, make meals for the week. and hang out with Ben when he's home.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's Monday all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my parents house for a week in March.  I can't wait to see Rachel, my niece.  I miss all my family as well.  I'll post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is doing well.  She is such a joy and a big goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's not much else to tell.  I am very blessed and loving life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-6032136607005754159?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6032136607005754159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=6032136607005754159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6032136607005754159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6032136607005754159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-7422973998331664192</id><published>2009-02-10T16:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:25:55.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah</title><content type='html'>Ben and I have friends, the Eriksens who live in Southern CA.  They have 2 little girls, Hannah and Lily.  Hannah is 7 or 8 and they just adopted Lily from China I believe in August or September.  Well right after Thanksgiving Hannah came down with this very unusual disease.  She has pretty much been in 3 different hospitals since Thanksgiving.  Here is her blog:&lt;a href="http://www.lilyswait.blogspot.com/"&gt; HANNAH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Hannah and her family.  It's been really tough on them, and it's going to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; road to recovery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-7422973998331664192?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7422973998331664192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=7422973998331664192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/7422973998331664192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/7422973998331664192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/hannah.html' title='Hannah'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-6639182342709020891</id><published>2009-02-03T09:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:58:41.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting</title><content type='html'>Last year before I got my job I decided to teach myself to knit.  I got some books out of the library and a starter kit from Michaels.  I have one of those minds that likes puzzles and numbers.  And it gives me something to do when I'm just sitting around watching a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I started this new hobby, I found out my brother &amp;amp; sister-in-law were gonna have a baby.  So I got a baby blanket book and learned as I went.  Of course I didn't choose a beginner pattern, so 10 months later I finally finished.  Here's the blanket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYhzjD1VpNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-gralLbJkC0/s1600-h/blanket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYhzjD1VpNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-gralLbJkC0/s200/blanket1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298612007763027154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYhzr9m-4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Du4kQSbXv0/s1600-h/blanket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYhzr9m-4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Du4kQSbXv0/s200/blanket2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298612160711025042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that project was done I wanted to start something new where I could learn more.  A lady I work with is a knitting expert!  So she taught me how to make a Peruvian Flap Hat.  I just finished it for my dad.  I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYh17VrtGxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zSYCkRQFfx8/s1600-h/hat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYh17VrtGxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zSYCkRQFfx8/s200/hat+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298614623894575890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYh3QWAcUHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/q8lf1cS2aww/s1600-h/ben+hat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYh3QWAcUHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/q8lf1cS2aww/s200/ben+hat3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298616084270436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my next project... I think I am going to make another hat for my mom.  YAY for knitting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-6639182342709020891?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6639182342709020891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=6639182342709020891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6639182342709020891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6639182342709020891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/knitting.html' title='Knitting'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYhzjD1VpNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-gralLbJkC0/s72-c/blanket1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-4124570592868827019</id><published>2009-01-28T15:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:57:56.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cone Head</title><content type='html'>Growing up in Mass, you have a kinship with Friendly's Restaurants.   They are part of your up bringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there are very fond memories of my childhood that involve Friendly's.  We went there with my dad every Wednesday morning for breakfast in elementary school- (I always got scrambled eggs with a bagel and cream cheese).  We went there for sundaes after piano recitals, basketball games, baseball games, school plays, or any other major school activity.  I met up with friends for a quick lunch and a chat.  My brother worked there for several years in High School and got a pretty impressive scooper muscle on his right arm (he also smelled like hot fudge when he got home *drool).  I remember right after my high school graduation I met up at Friendly's with my 3rd/4th grade teacher Ms. Shaefer and all of the classmate in my graduating class that were in her class back in the day (I think there were like 8 of us- that's the life of a small Christian school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I remember the most about Friendly's is THE CONE HEAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYDeHXEbH7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Evnh-DiWmEg/s1600-h/clownsundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYDeHXEbH7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Evnh-DiWmEg/s320/clownsundae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296477379820724146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my definition of a "treat" when I was a kid.  The bottom of the dish would be filled with M&amp;amp;M's, the ice cream of choice would be cookies &amp;amp; cream, the ears would be whipped cream (which I didn't like at the time and gave away), There would also be hot fudge all over!  If there wasn't enough hot fudge or M&amp;amp;M's I would cry and my mom would send it back for a redo.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh sweet sweet memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-4124570592868827019?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4124570592868827019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=4124570592868827019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4124570592868827019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4124570592868827019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/cone-head.html' title='The Cone Head'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SYDeHXEbH7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Evnh-DiWmEg/s72-c/clownsundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-5142275405208477799</id><published>2009-01-23T08:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:10:11.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A deep thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SXnliIubdVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fywXeJ5mYcs/s1600-h/bry+%26+Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SXnliIubdVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fywXeJ5mYcs/s200/bry+%26+Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294515211571262802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryan and Rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago this Sunday, Jan 25.  My brother, Bryan, went into the hospital for what was original thought to be food poisoning, and which ended up to a month stay at Tufts neurosurgery ICU in Boston.  He had had a little bleeding in his brain due to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AVM&lt;/span&gt; (Arterial Venus Malformation) was found in the cortex area of his brain. Simply put, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AVM&lt;/span&gt; is a little tangle of blood vessels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time he had several serious brain surgery's and procedures to remove the AVMs, he had CAT scans, needles, and long nights of being woken up every hour to see if he could still remember who he was, count, and speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sister-in-law lived out of a hotel room and Bryan's hospital room and the waiting room.  And my dad drove back and forth (2 hours one way in the winter) everyday- taking care of the dogs, running errands, doing laundry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was so faithful during that time.  Every minute he showed up in a big way.  Numerous friends filled in the caps with support and prayers.  Bryan came through every brain surgery and procedure.  God provided $ for the hotel room.  The numerous doctors and nurses were kind and honest, and helpful.  And Bryan went home with a clean bill of health.  To top it all off the week after Bryan got home, he found out that he and my sister-in-law were going to have a baby- a baby they had been waiting for for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a year later, Bryan is doing great, as if nothing ever happened.  His eyesight is back to perfect, his balance is back to normal, and they have a beautiful baby girl, Rachel.  And Bryan has been promoted at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking back on that scary time Praising God for his goodness and faithfulness.  I am deeply thankful to have my brother alive and well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about Bryan's ordeal last year, here is the blog I kept while he was in the hospital:  &lt;a href="http://bryankaye.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bryan's Blog.&lt;/a&gt;   It's good to look back and remember what the Lord has done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 100:5-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;&lt;br /&gt;his faithfulness continues through all generations.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-5142275405208477799?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5142275405208477799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=5142275405208477799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/5142275405208477799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/5142275405208477799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-thankfulness.html' title='A deep thankfulness'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SXnliIubdVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fywXeJ5mYcs/s72-c/bry+%26+Rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-1922674672457012990</id><published>2009-01-20T15:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:11:18.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big 60!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my dad's 60th.  I wish I could be there to celebrate with him.  But my mom is throwing him a little surprise pizza party and she asked everyone to write a little something to my dad commemorating this birthday and also to let him know why he is special to them.  Well, below is a part of the note I wrote to my dad.  These are just a few of the characteristics he has that make him the best father in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is "it" that makes you unique?  It's a strength. It's a confidence. It's a humility. It's a desire to be something and someone. It's a will not to settle for something less.  It's a love.  It's an accountability.  It's a trustworthiness.  It's a Godliness.  It's a hopefulness.  It's an attitude that is positive.  It's a sense of humor.  It's a heart of thankfulness.  It's a generous giving of your time, talents, and finances.  It's a determination and endurance to reach your goals. It's an integrity and honor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY.  I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-1922674672457012990?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1922674672457012990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=1922674672457012990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1922674672457012990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1922674672457012990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-60.html' title='the big 60!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-5454754931173532761</id><published>2009-01-12T14:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:56:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca</title><content type='html'>There are 3 special Rebecca's (and one Rebekah) in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Sister-in-law Rebekah Weiss.  She is Ben's sister.  She likes to be called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bex&lt;/span&gt;.  She has been married for a year now, and lives in CA with Ben's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvJqPWfmtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2ZGNweLCsnI/s1600-h/bex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvJqPWfmtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2ZGNweLCsnI/s200/bex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290543914789346002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My best and long- time friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; "Moore" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quinby&lt;/span&gt;.  We have been friends since.... elementary school at least.  She is very special to me.  We don't talk often (to my "keeping in contact" disorder).  We seem to always miss each other.  When I was in high school, she was in IL at college - then I went away to college and she moved back to MA -  then I came home and she went to Mexico for 2 years - then she came home and I went CA.  But she is one of those people who you pick up where you left off and you can count on for anything.  She has seen me at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; and at my best.  Oh the memories we have!!!   She is the mother of 1.5 children.  She likes to be called &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/beccaquinby"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvJ46z9LjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bWen6AwDteE/s1600-h/becca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvJ46z9LjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bWen6AwDteE/s200/becca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544166973812274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My other friend from CA/PA/NYC, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lipkowitz&lt;/span&gt;.  She is a friend who you can count on to challenge you, make you laugh, and give you something to think about!  She is hard working and after talking to her for only a few seconds it is easy to see God is going to (and does frequently) use her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mightly&lt;/span&gt;!  I am very proud of her!  She likes to be called &lt;a href="http://heartoflippy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becka, or Lippy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvKGD02YnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HDx-9Ib-m7I/s1600-h/lippy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvKGD02YnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HDx-9Ib-m7I/s200/lippy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544392731779698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My other Sister-in-Law (my brother's wife) is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Kaye.  Where do I begin?  She is an amazing woman (and not just to put up with my brother!).  I am honored to be related to her.  She is talented and smart and crafty.  She is sweet, gentle, but don't cross her or her Italian side will come out! :)  I love her very much.  I could not have imagined or prayed for more in a sister.  She is one of those people you can talk to about anything.  She is the mother of my beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, Rachel Lily.  She likes to be called Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvKe548kWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9Z_BJBLeanM/s1600-h/rachel+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvKe548kWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9Z_BJBLeanM/s200/rachel+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544819561337186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very Blessed person to have these women in my life.  I just looked up the name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; to see what it meant: A person with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Captivating&lt;/span&gt; personality.  All of these women have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;captivating&lt;/span&gt; personalities.  All very different, but they have all made a difference in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-5454754931173532761?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5454754931173532761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=5454754931173532761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/5454754931173532761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/5454754931173532761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/rebecca.html' title='Rebecca'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SWvJqPWfmtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2ZGNweLCsnI/s72-c/bex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-1392544914129541019</id><published>2009-01-08T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:57:47.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Ya know those simple things in live that you get so much JOY out of?  Anyone else would think you are crazy, but they just give  you the biggest lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things I can think of that do that for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just bought myself a set of Tupperware... well the Rubbermaid brand.  I've been married for 2.5 years and this is my first set.  In the past we've been using old cool whip containers or yogurt containers (TOTALLY unhealthy by the way).  I've been saying forever that I need to just bite the bullet and get a set.  Well when I finally did, I got the biggest high from throwing those old crappy things away.  I get so much joy out of using them and seeing them nicely piled in my drawer.  AND they are dishwasher safe!   YEA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The second thing that is so simple, but give me such a boost... Is getting into bed with clean&amp;amp; tight sheets, in clean PJS, after a nice hot shower.  OH MY GOODNESS- my whole being just relaxes.  I can feel each of my muscles begin to settle and say "ahhhhhhh~ thank you!"  When this happens Ben knows to give me a few minutes to enjoy the moment before moving on with life.  hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your simple pleasures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-1392544914129541019?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1392544914129541019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=1392544914129541019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1392544914129541019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/1392544914129541019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-9018671323588188733</id><published>2009-01-06T08:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:27:51.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><content type='html'>DO you remember that famous phrase in school... it usually came after you got your tests or papers handed back.... "WHAT'D YA GET?"   I always hated that comparing game.  I never got steller grades so I used every excuse in the book NOT to show anyone what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In High School, I did 'ok'- not straight A's by any means.  But most of my class (of 19 students) would always compare how they did to my grade.  I hated that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough, grad school is no different.  Ben's been telling me that a lot of people are still asking him "how'd ya do?" or "what'd ya get?"  WHO CARES what someone else got?  If you worked hard and did your best... what does it matter?  Seriously people.  You are not there to get the "who did the best" award.  Or to get your sense of satisfaction because you did better than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especailly in Seminary, if you are there because God has called and is calling you to ministry for HIM, why should other people's grades or performance matter?  I know God is calling Ben to be a counselor.  God opened the door to Denver Seminary.  Ben is doing his best and working his hardest = God will bless that because HE has Ben here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after my ranting on grades... Ben just got his grades back for the fall semester.  Let me tell you - this was a HARD semester.  From patronizing professors, to professors who put their personal lives before teaching and cancelled the class half way through and then never returened calls or emails...  He even had a professsor (yes this is grad school ladies and gents) who took attendance every morning in a 2nd grader fashion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this full course load, Ben worked 20+ hours a week at startbucks (which usually meant 4:30 AM shifts), he also was an excellent and attentive husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary... I'm am writting all this to let the world know (and Ben might be mad I'm saying this) but my wonderful hard working husband got &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL A's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.   I am so proud of him.  He earned every single one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nahum 1:7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  The LORD is good,&lt;br /&gt;   a refuge in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;  He cares for those who trust in him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-9018671323588188733?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9018671323588188733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=9018671323588188733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/9018671323588188733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/9018671323588188733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-4180428982674773285</id><published>2008-12-30T14:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:45:08.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of 2008.  I've always hated the end of one thing and the beginning of something else.  Like in school, I always hated writing AUGUST on my papers and such.  Because it just felt like FOREVER until June when the school year was over.  Well, it's the same for January.  I think it's my least favorite time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much as happened in 2008:  We moved to Colorado, Ben has accomplished 1 full year of school, my brother was in the ICU for a month and then made a totally recovery, my brother and sister-in-law also had a baby.... so much!  I'm sorta sad to see 2008 go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going to happen in 2009?  A friend of mine once said that the odd years are always the best ones.  So maybe 2009 is going to be great.  There is a lot of excitement when starting a new year; a clean slate and all.  But I tend to look at the new year and look straight at the end of it and think about all that we have to accomplish and it looks a little daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in control.  And not matter how daunting 2009 looks, God has his best for me and it's more than I can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2009.  Only God knows what it will hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 55: 8-9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      neither are your ways my ways,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      declares the LORD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     "As the heavens are higher than the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      so are my ways higher than your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      and my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2647146114955830789-4180428982674773285?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4180428982674773285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=4180428982674773285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4180428982674773285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/4180428982674773285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-6046611946993565510</id><published>2008-12-23T10:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:54:59.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to cope</title><content type='html'>I have been so excited about being with my parents this next week.  I am still excited, but today I'm starting to feel a little sad.  Because as soon as they come, they'll be gone again.  I don't get to see them very often, maybe 3 times a year if I'm lucky.  So I'm just a wave of emotions today (could also be PMS, but that's beside the fact ~ hee hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question to you is... How do you deal with all this?  I know I just have to enjoy the time they are here and not think about them leaving.  I am also praying that the time will go by slowly.   I almost feel like it's a carrot dangling in front of me that's gonna get pulled away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed and thankful they are coming and we can have Christmas with them.  I am also thankful the weather looks clear on both ends so they won't have any problems with flights.  I am also happy that they are here for a whole week and not just a short weekend like our usual visits are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time and I think I just need to remember my time, my family and my life is in his hands.  And most of all he knows the deepest desires of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-6046611946993565510?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6046611946993565510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=6046611946993565510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6046611946993565510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/6046611946993565510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-cope.html' title='How to cope'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-8190340034237334684</id><published>2008-12-22T09:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:18:18.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SU-8SizK-MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/D8GE60BRZKU/s1600-h/Christmas_carol_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SU-8SizK-MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/D8GE60BRZKU/s320/Christmas_carol_1951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282647914693982402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Carol is a old Charles Dickens tale.  And if you have never seen the 1951 version, called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrooge &lt;/span&gt;(or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Caro&lt;/span&gt;l), I highly recommend it.  It is a favorite in our family.  Yes, it's in B&amp;amp;W and the sound is horrible, the special effects are horrible, and you can see the camera man more than once in the mirror.  But the message is incredible.  Something you WON'T here in a Hollywood movie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very busy weekend.  We got a ton of wood from our friends in Lafayette on Saturday.  Ben brought it all up and it literally filled our living room floor. (Pic to come!)  We are so grateful for it.  It's so nice (and cheaper) to heat the house with a nice fire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we spent the afternoon with our other friends just having pizza and watching my 1951 A Christmas Carol.  I love that movie! (Did I say that already).  In the evening Ben and I watched a few movies and had a nice fire going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just a few days away and My parents are coming!  And our guest bathroom toliet is possessed.  So if you think about it, please pray that the apartment complex will fix it for the 4th and hopefully final time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-8190340034237334684?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8190340034237334684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=8190340034237334684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/8190340034237334684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/8190340034237334684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carol.html' title='A Christmas Carol'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SU-8SizK-MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/D8GE60BRZKU/s72-c/Christmas_carol_1951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-9000323075856516096</id><published>2008-12-19T08:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:29:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays &amp; Babies</title><content type='html'>Why do we love Friday's so much.  I just wake up in a better mood on Fridays!  There's no traffic, I get out of work early, I can wear jeans...   It's just great!  On Friday nights I just love getting into bed knowing that tomorrow is Saturday, I don't have to get up for anything~ ok the dog gets me up at 6:30a but I stay in my pjs as long as possible!   It's not an uncommon sight on Saturday mornings to see me in my P.J.s doing laundry, cleaning house, making breakfast, taking the dog out...   I feel my Saturdays last longer when I'm in my PJs.   Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you are probably wondering why I mentioned babies.  NO I'M NOT...!  But it seems like EVERYONE around me is!!  I swear I know like 20+ people who are either pregnant or has had a baby in the last 6 months!   There must be something in the water!  Like my mom said the other day we are all in that stage of life.  I remember the year after I graduated college there were like 10 weddings I was invited too, 5 I was in!  So life goes in stages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Vanessa just had a baby yesterday (congrats V), My friend Claudia is due in a few weeks, several girls from college are ready too pop.  My own brother and sister-in-law just had a baby too.  My friend Becca (no not either of my sister-in-laws) is going to have a baby in March. My Small Group leaders from our church in San Fran are at the hospital right now!  I have at least 16 facebook friends in baby mode!  Anyone I'm forgetting?!? OH MY GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUvLg-kB0NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RPvW5ggWc5o/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUvLg-kB0NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RPvW5ggWc5o/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538755432403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is my niece, Rachel Lily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like my wonderful hubby suggested... We're just going to get another dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-9000323075856516096?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/9000323075856516096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=9000323075856516096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/9000323075856516096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/9000323075856516096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/fridays-babies.html' title='Fridays &amp; Babies'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUvLg-kB0NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RPvW5ggWc5o/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647146114955830789.post-3869998703133540159</id><published>2008-12-18T08:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:49:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Land Mark Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I'm not a great writer by any means so please excuse the lack of creativity and all the grammatical errors.  Writing is Ben's department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks 1 year since God sent Ben and I to Denver and I feel I need to start sharing all the blessing God has done and is doing.  I have been feeling so grateful and so humbled looking back on this past year and the years before and seeing how far we've come.  I am  humbled by God's goodness and grace and grateful for his provisions and answering prayers I was afraid to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August Ben and I made a decision to start praying about what God wanted with our lives.  We were not happy where we were and we knew if we didn't start seeking direction we were going to get stuck in a rut that so many people around us were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ben, after the process of elimination, decided that Counseling was best suited for him.  He had been doing it his whole life anyway and he loved helping people.  In September we visited Dallas Theological Seminary and Denver Seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling you get when it's right... that "I'm home feeling".  I've felt that feeling at so many critical times in my life and I believe it is God saying.."Yes this is where I want you."   Well when we got off the plane in Denver I got that feeling.  It hit me like a ton of bricks (and brings me to tears just thinking about it).  I wanted to start this new adventure with Ben in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ben and I said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hineni&lt;/span&gt;"(Here I am, send me) God opened up the doors for us.  Ben and I made it through some tough times.  We mustered the faith to fill out the applications and send them in.  The day Ben got his acceptance letter to Denver Seminary, my mom was there too, this wave of emotions came over me.  I felt freedom and hope and such joy.  I knew this was the beginning of our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a "short" list of all the things God has done for us since we said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben and I have been safe and healthy... no allergies, never sick, never in need of a Dr. (esp seeing we were without health insurance for quite some time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben has gotten 2 jobs right away when we needed them.  He got an Apple position right when we moved out here and then Starbucks when we needed the insurance (and free coffee and tea).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a great job that provides flexibility and finances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God brought a puppy into our lives that brings laughter and joy beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have never gone without!  Ben and I are great savers, but even with all the expenses of moving and school, God provided abundance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben has been working so hard and He has been getting amazing grades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God provided a mentor for Ben so he didn't have to go looking for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God provided an academic advisor for Ben who is so encouraging and helpful and available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God provided a great internship for Ben that he will be starting in January (he was 1 of 20+ applicants)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God provided a Jeep for Ben at the right price in the right time with all the trimmings!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God provided a buyer for Ben's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miata&lt;/span&gt; at the right price and timing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God has put amazing friends in our path that we can count on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God has provided a church that feels like a home!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jefferson County has an amazing library with a wonderful DVD selection so we're saving $$ on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Netflx&lt;/span&gt; fees!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The list could go on and on.   What I want to share from my heart is that I am so proud of my amazing husband! He is growing so much here.  And I am so thankful to God for setting us on this adventure and preparing every step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2647146114955830789-3869998703133540159?l=thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3869998703133540159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2647146114955830789&amp;postID=3869998703133540159&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/3869998703133540159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2647146114955830789/posts/default/3869998703133540159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewertheimadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/land-mark-day.html' title='A Land Mark Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15557851797745422792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N7l7MhLJsf4/SUqE3fLen_I/AAAAAAAAADM/lDnh2LaGWI0/S220/b%26j+at+wedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
