<?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-1174516096241788245</id><updated>2011-11-12T18:44:37.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TJ's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-4471931417617523720</id><published>2011-02-14T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:27:26.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>I got a call Saturday at about noon that there was a fire out near my parent's house, and it looked bad.  My cousin's wife was on the way to their house, and she said that you could see flames in the pasture next to their place.  Dean, the girls, and I were on our way to Wal-Mart, and we immediately headed out that way.  Usually it takes 25 minutes from town - it didn't take that long this time......  There was a fire a year ago, and I remembered how worried or excited mom was when she was telling me about it.  Honestly, I thought to myself that she might have even over exxagerated some, but now I know differently.   I don't think most of us really get it until we live a situation or a circumstance ourselves, or at least for myself I now know that is true.  We got to my parents, and you could see lots of smoke.  Soon, the smoke turned orange, and then you see the flames come over the top of the hill towards their place/home.  My parents live on a hill that is one of the tallest places in the county - a beautfiul view of sunsets, stars, the land, etc., but at this moment I thought to myself that we could almost see too much from where we stood.  Automatically, your mind &amp;amp; body starts getting into motion.  We got hoses ready - I told my parents to gather some items (only an arm full of things, &amp;amp; be ready when it could be time to load up &amp;amp; get out).  I also told her to run water &amp;amp; fill up the water tank so that we had plenty of water either for ourselves, or the homes within eyesight.  Selfishly - I caught myself hoping the wind would change, but then thinking that there are homes that direction too!  Not knowing what is happening only miles away is another fire in a subdivision that needed support from more firefighters due to there being so many homes.  So, the one we were watching was going quickly, &amp;amp; not many to fight it were available.  The wind was calmer than usual - a lot calmer, &amp;amp; I remember thanking God for that real quick!  Ends up that this fire burned over 2,500 acres of land, and no homes were lost.  I remembering even thinking that if the goats/deer had to go - I would open the gates, &amp;amp; let them out just so the homes would be ok.  I was never so glad to see fire trucks, EMS crews, fire spotter planes, firefighters (most volunteer keep in mind), forrest service men, and neighbors so much.  It was an epiphany that I should have known earlier in life - I have felt this way about EMS since my mom survived an accident years ago, but did not get it until this past Saturday how wonderful firefighters are, &amp;amp; how much they truly care.   I watched people bring water, sandwiches, sprayers, tractors, equipment, feed sacks, hoses, &amp;amp; so much more just in case it was needed.  The fire center or station was at my parent's neighbors house,  &amp;amp; we all kept checking in on each other.  I cannot thank these volunteers, &amp;amp; all those that serve others in a time of need enough.  To top it off - my daughter's Sunday school teacher the next day made it to teach class which may not seem important or relevant to this story, but read on.....  He is the fire cheif, &amp;amp; stayed out to fight fire until four that morning..........  Wow.  His beeper went off during prayer, and they got called out again.  This was the first time my daughter noticed his beeper....  I think she got it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orever is your life changed when you are helped by a neighbor, friend, community worker, or stranger in a time of true need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nteresting is life when you really look back at the hard times in your life, &amp;amp; you realize that God put people or angels on earth to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eally mean it when you say thank you to someone who protects you, or gives their time &amp;amp; even life to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;veryone has the ability to help others - even the small acts of kindness can mean so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-4471931417617523720?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/4471931417617523720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4471931417617523720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4471931417617523720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2011/02/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-7903494918886690581</id><published>2011-01-24T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:10:36.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>I work part time for a bookkeeper, and he also does tax preparations along with a partner.  I started this job last year, and tax season was an absolute mind blower for me.  I guess I have to admit that I was guilty of thinking that I was the only client back when I didn't work for him, and mine should be done ASAP.....  I learned real quick though that less than half of the population pays taxes, and only the ones that show up right away are the ones getting a refund.  I also learned real quick that most people think the world revolves around them, and a tax person is suppose to make magic!  OK - I know I sound grumpy and mean, but really - taxes and death are something we both eventually have to accept.  It is just something that I never really got until I worked in this field, and I guess most of us don't really get most jobs until we are in them, but it still is very interesting..... So, if I come across as being cynical or mean - I am apologizing right now.  What I do know is that kindness comes a long way when you are asking for a service from someone - being mean or rude usually just backfires.   I can for a fact confirm this in the tax &amp;amp; electrical business - even in the teaching too.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ry too tell the truth when you do your taxes - it could very well come back to haunt you if you don't, and remember you are responsible for the information given to the tax person - not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lways come prepared if you have someone do your taxes, and please don't play dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rays is what the IRS uses when they audit - I have seen it - have receipts &amp;amp; keep good records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ducate yourself - ask questions - use the internet for answers if you have acces - if not, don't forget the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o what did you do the past eleven months if you absolutely have to have your check right now??  Yes, I was one of those too, but I was at least kind to the person on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-7903494918886690581?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/7903494918886690581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2011/01/taxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/7903494918886690581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/7903494918886690581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2011/01/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-5667860186474518929</id><published>2010-12-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:38:07.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>So many gifts given at Christmas, and so many received. I am so grateful for my family &amp;amp; friends that give to our girls. We are truly blessed, and I amazed every year on how much the girls are given! I still think that our most precious gifts of all are given from the good Lord. I thank God for my Savior, my family, my friends, and my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iving is better than receiving (I have to work on this one sometimes - I can be a scrooge at times - my family knows this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nvite someone to your home or church that is lonely or in need of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reedom is something that we take for granted - thank a veteran or someone in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he best gift is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hare with others your gratitude, and they will witness grace at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-5667860186474518929?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/5667860186474518929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/12/gifts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/5667860186474518929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/5667860186474518929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/12/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-875001939984113981</id><published>2010-11-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:56:37.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>I just went to a sweet and dear friend's moms funeral.  Her mom has struggled for a long time with cancer, and even though I did not ever get a chance to meet my friend's mom - I learned so much about her through my friend.  The service was graveside only, and so many of the words spoken keep coming back into my mind.  This woman was a person of strong faith, and hearing so much praise from her husband and children just really made my heart warm.  What a life of legacy to live so deep in faith that it is passed on to your children, and through your husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died on this past Saturday - a warm, sunny, still, almost perfect day - one that you must take time to go outside, and take a fresh breath of air (I laid in the hammock).  Today was windy, colder, partly overcast, and the first of a true "fall" day - one that you had to frantically search for that coat that is somewhere in the closet.  Just before the service - a beautiful and full rainbow appears.  The winds became stiller as the minister talked, and I noticed her precious granddaughter dancing in the breeze after the service by herself.  I looked up around to see the leaves falling, but in a graceful motion.  My friend talked to me a lot about seasons, and how our lives change just like the seasons.  I don't think I have noticed it as much as from the day she called to tell me about her mom passing away to today's fall weather - a true &amp;amp; obvious change in the climate.  I really think that I will appreciate the seasons in weather, and the seasons in my life more after witnessing "fall" today.  I am also inspired to take time to reflect on my, my life, and seasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orever in Christ's arms is something to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ll are sad to see a loved one leave this earth, but peace trumps the understanding when you know they did not struggle in their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;et your loved ones know how much you care about them - often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ove will catch you when you fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-875001939984113981?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/875001939984113981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/875001939984113981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/875001939984113981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-8746220769599457156</id><published>2010-10-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:10:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheshie</title><content type='html'>Sherry - this one is for you!  Yesterday was my sweet cousin's birthday, and my whole family refers to her as Sheshie.  I love you gal, and you are like a sister to me.  Thank you for always listening to me, loving me, and for putting up with me.  You have seen me at my worst, and my best.  I miss you living so far away, but I know that you are always close at heart.  Happy late one day birthday, and have many more.   See ya soon, and please come back to Texas soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haring is one of Sheshie's finest qualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;appy to help, and honest even when you think you don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;xcited to hear good news from family &amp;amp; friends - the first you want to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emembers entirely too much about childhood, but forgives easily (referring to many accidents caused by her older cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ecommends really good books, coffee, food, and wine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esterday is gone - today is here - and tomorrow - you never know (she has helped me see life in a much better way).........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-8746220769599457156?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/8746220769599457156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/10/sheshie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8746220769599457156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8746220769599457156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/10/sheshie.html' title='Sheshie'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-7927116234199453428</id><published>2010-10-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:01:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ribs</title><content type='html'>Last time I wrote in my blog it was about our dog, Abby, ending up in the principal's office.   This Abby story is about ribs.  You have to understand one thing upfront - my husband makes the best grilled ribs I have ever eaten, and all of the family agrees.  So, when our girls are given a choice of what to grill outside (this is not often - usually I decide.... meaning the cheapest item), they will pick ribs.  Morgan had to go acolyte Saturday evening service, and Deano said that he would take her if I stayed home &amp;amp; started the ribs.  Now, he does not offer often to take the girls by himself, because he likes going to church as a family, but I think knowing that hunting season is right around the corner - he was doing a little bit of shmoozing.  I was  beat from working out at my parents, and to be honest was enjoying the idea of having the whole house to myself for over an hour.  My ONLY job was to start the ribs, and this causes some pressure, because only Daddy can do the ribs just right......  Well, I got some helpful tips from Dean before he left, and started the coals after seasoning the ribs.  I do NOT remember letting Abby inside the house, but when I went back out to clean off the grill right before the coals were just right - guess who invades the kitchen counter!!!?!  Yes, the precious pain in the you know what, took a whole slab of ribs and started chewing away!  Did you know a dog can eat really fast?  I think that someone from above caught my attention, because I stopped in my tracks while cleaning the grill, and thought to myself - "Where is the ---- dog?"  I ran back inside to catch her in the act.  Needless to say - one slab was left still on the counter (thank God), and I still cooked the half eaten slab after cutting off one end, and washing it off really good.  Macy (our short weeny dog) got a lot to eat that evening, and Abby did not get a rib treat - to my knowledge that is - the girls probably snuck her some.  Lesson learned - big dogs can reach counters, and table tops very easily!!!!  The next week after this - I caught her standing on all fours on top of our table looking around for food!  Luckily nothing was on the table at that time.....  Last, my ribs were not as good as Daddy's ribs, but they sure did eat the whole "non touched Abby" slab.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;elaxing outside, and noticing God's beautiful creations is a true joy of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nteresting dogs or pets make some interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eing calm is taking practice for me, and focusing on breathing is one helpful tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eeing humor in life can sure make it a bit easier at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-7927116234199453428?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/7927116234199453428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/10/ribs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/7927116234199453428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/7927116234199453428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/10/ribs.html' title='Ribs'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-5082306714473832163</id><published>2010-09-29T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:33:28.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby</title><content type='html'>Abby went to the principal's office today.  Abby is our dog, and we live about two blocks from school.  I was at my parents mowing, and did not have phone service so Dean got the call.  She dug out, and decided to go play with the children on the playground.  We did not have an I.D. tag on her, because she tore the last one off.  Luckily, our neighbor is the school counsellor, and she recognized our treasure......, or pain in the you know what.......  One of the sweet aides at school walked Abby home, and waited on the front porch for Dean.  Poor Malory was taken out of class to identify Abby, and asked her how they could get ahold of her parents.  The principal brought Abby in, and kept her in his office until the aide could take her home.  It is too funny now, but I have to admit that the Jenschke family was a bit embarrassed.  Makes a great story though, and just shows you how wonderful our school system is not only to our children, but pets as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pet owner should keep tags on their pet with a phone number just in case they get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e good to your pet, because they love you unconditionally - no matter how you look, how much money you have, or even how you behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e a responsible pet owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;early shots, and checkups keep your pets around longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-5082306714473832163?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/5082306714473832163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/09/abby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/5082306714473832163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/5082306714473832163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/09/abby.html' title='Abby'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-1242349222634719665</id><published>2010-09-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:47:47.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe</title><content type='html'>My blog today is about a shoe.  Yes, a shoe.  Yesterday I subbed first grade, and had a very interesting day......  A really sweet first grade class, but had something happen to me that has never happened before in the classroom.  I have not taught for ten years, and just started subbing hoping to get a job.  Maybe....  One little boy did not want to move his clip after I asked him to because of his behavior.  I had warned him several times.  When I asked him - he said no and threw one of his shoes at me.  It really is kinda funny now that I think back, but I have to say that I am surprised on how much teaching has changed since my days, or is it the kids??  Just so you know - the clip got moved, he eventually got his shoe back, &amp;amp; I got a kiss on the cheek from him at the end of the day.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o many children just want to be looked in the eye, and greeted with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;appy parents or parent makes happy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ptismistic attitudes are what gets us through life much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very child has a gift - you just have to look for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-1242349222634719665?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/1242349222634719665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1242349222634719665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1242349222634719665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoe.html' title='Shoe'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-735747566306347962</id><published>2010-03-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:31:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister</title><content type='html'>I have a really awesome sister. I am blessed beyond what I deserve in a best friend and sibling. She knows me better than probably anyone besides my hubby, and she still loves me.  I started a part time job, and I work with a beautiful young woman that also has a sister. I have noticed that they are very close, and I can't help but think of my girls, and hope that they too will develop a relationship that is wonderful. I thank God for my sister, and I thank God he put Morgan &amp;amp; Malory together. I love you sis, and thank you for loving me.  I also have close friends too that are like sisters, but we all know that friends may come and go - family is forever.  I am truly greatful for my dear friends who are too like sisters.  I do have to add also that cousins are great sisters too, and I am blessed too with two that I would do anything for, and love as much as my sis.  You know who you are.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed the broken road that led me to you, Jeanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isters are great, but not everyone is blessed by a sibling or a close relationship with theirs. So, find a sister if your heart desires - friends &amp;amp; cousins are good sisters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nclude your sister in big decisions - they will be honest - maybe even too honest, but just cause they love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hare a smile with your sister across the room - she will know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ell your sister, friend, or sibling how much you love them. My dad's brother died before him, and he was younger. That was so hard to see how hard it was for my daddy, and I learned then to tell the ones you love now that way you have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;veryone needs a friend - be kind, and remember your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emember that you are not perfect, and neither is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ometimes we just have a bad day - forgive her if she upsets you b/c I promise she will also have to forgive you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-735747566306347962?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/735747566306347962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/03/sister.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/735747566306347962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/735747566306347962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/03/sister.html' title='Sister'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-1754763860995309520</id><published>2010-02-07T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:01:52.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my husband's birthday, and I wanted to write about him. I am blessed beyond what I deserve when it comes to the love of my life. Dean or my "Deano" is awesome - not perfect, but who is? He loves me more than I know, and I cannot understand all the time why, because I am not always easy to live with. I think in every relationship, there is one that is more patient, kind, and laid back. Dean is that person in our marriage. The thing that I love most about Dean is that he makes me laugh, and I love to hear him laughing. We have fun together, and I do enjoy spending time with him. We do have our moments, but for the most part in our marriage - we have been very fortunate to like each other as much as we do everyday. We work together too in our business, and sometimes that is the hardest challenge that we have in our relationship, but I am proud of how much we have improved in that area. He works very hard to support our family, and truly loves his girls very much (he has even come to like the two female dogs too in our family). I hope he knows how much I love him, and I wish him many more birthdays. I will come back and read this again on the not too fond of my husband moments. he he. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e will make mistakes, and if you want him to forgive you - forgive him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nderstand that men are just flat out different than women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pending time alone with your husband is absolutely necessary in a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;est friends are hard to find - let him be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;llowing each other to have time on your own is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ever under estimate the temptations out there that can destroy a relationship - keep your eyes and ears open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o things together that you both enjoy - life is short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-1754763860995309520?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/1754763860995309520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/02/husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1754763860995309520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1754763860995309520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/02/husband.html' title='Husband'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-4965435229512421597</id><published>2010-01-25T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:39:48.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>I often wonder about my current job, and I may have already written about this, but it is still on my mind.  I am currently a mom, wife, secretary for our business, and gopher.  I miss my paycheck from teaching to be honest, and have had thoughts of returning to the "real world".  Although, is money all that worth it?  What would the business do if I was gone?  Will I miss my wonderful boss?  Which is just to clerify is my husband and myself.  Who will my parents, family members, and friends rely on when needing someone without a "real job"? &lt;br /&gt;I read today to a group of children in  my daughter's class, and I do miss the kids very much.  I don't miss the political side of teaching, the stubborn or clueless parents, and the teaching of the "test".  So, I am trying to focus on this.  Whatever you do - do it all for the glory of God.  End of story, and I will just keep on praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust give you worries to God and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nly the lonely will tell you that they put work first and family second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e as positive as you can in whatever you do - attitude is a choice - choose a positive one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-4965435229512421597?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/4965435229512421597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/01/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4965435229512421597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4965435229512421597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2010/01/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-2491416867252444802</id><published>2009-12-16T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:08:42.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs</title><content type='html'>Christmas is always the time of year for giving and reflection.  I am always amazed at the amount of advertisement, money, and time that once a year can take.  Every year - I do the same thing too.  I end up thinking to myself how much money we spend, and tend to become my Grandpa - God bless him.  I remember him saying many times at Christmas - "We should not be giving gifts, but just be getting together and enjoying the time."  I would think to myself as he opened a gift that we gave him that he was a scrooge.  Ironically, too Grandpa was probably one of the most generous men that I have ever known.  Now, look at me - not only did I get the gift of "gab" from him, but also the grumpiness at Christmas.  I have done some heavy thinking lately, and have to say that part of my grumpiness does have a point.  I think of so many people  that don't have a choice in what gifts to give each other, and the hungry.  Maybe I myself needs to focus more on them, because that kind of giving is so much more fun.  I had a lady tell me the other day about a family that she adopted for Christmas.  The child about ten said he wanted a jacket and socks.  His mother would love a Wal Mart gift card, but what she really needed was laundry detergent.  I about fell over with guilt.  This has been the hardest year financially that we have had in a long time, and I still have absolutely no shortage of socks or detergent in my house!  My own little selfish rear end was worrying how I was going to buy my girls a bracelet (one that would buy a lot of socks!).  Oh, how does it all go hay wire?  I guess I just want to remind myself of the many blessings that I have, and want to sit down tonight at dinner and talk about how we can help someone else out this year that truly has NEEDS and not just "wants".  I too remind myself that the best gift of all is that I was taught about God, Jesus, and grace.  It puts a whole new meaning to Merry Christmas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ever assume that you are the only one with hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;njoying each other is truly one of the best gifts at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very year for Christmas - listen and I promise you will hear of somebody that is truly in need - help them, and sit back to feel the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o your best to teach your children or children in your life about the gift of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haring your giving is not necessary - giving secretly is much better - try it and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-2491416867252444802?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/2491416867252444802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/12/needs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2491416867252444802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2491416867252444802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/12/needs.html' title='Needs'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-1817124195585444299</id><published>2009-11-11T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:31:46.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I loaded up most of my parents herd of cows to haul to the auction. Dean and I have been helping my mom and dad for awhile now, and bought half of the herd from them awhile back. To make a long story short - we cannot keep up with the herd, fences, feeding, etc. My parents ranched all their life together - ranched only - no other job on the side, and I just don't know how they did it. Well, I do, but it is not the life that I could live. I want more things, and I have a hard time admitting that. They lived a simple, quiet, resourceful life that sounds wonderful to me now, but we "wanted" too much. It may sound weird, but those cows are going to teach me something - I know it. They already did, but I need to learn more. It really was hard to close the door to my parents livelihood - not all the way, but downsize and I hope that they are OK with it. They are now getting social security, and it is the first time in their lives that they have a guaranteed check every month! They love it. I have noticed that there are so few anymore that are truly living off the land, and ranching/farming is a trade that is slowly becoming endangered. I mean the true ones that work only off the land and depend on it. Thank a rancher or farmer next time - they are amazing people. Why did it take me so long to respect, and appreciate my parents more in how they made a living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ows can be mean - only because they feel threatened usually - MOVE when they are come to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nly experienced persons should work cattle or help work cattle - otherwise stay in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;atch a cow - they eat, take naps often, have no modesty, and protect their young - what a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hare with your parents if you can that you appreciate what did to raise you - it was hard work to them, and so often we feel unappreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-1817124195585444299?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/1817124195585444299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/11/cows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1817124195585444299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1817124195585444299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/11/cows.html' title='Cows'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-8474068271028514619</id><published>2009-11-06T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:05:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike</title><content type='html'>I bought a bike this week.  Boy, has it been a long time since bike days.   I gave my Wal mart bike to Morgan, and she thinks that she is big stuff.  I don't have the heart to tell her that my bike is even better, and who knew???  I never realized on what a difference tires can make, and all that jazz.  Wow!  Needless, to say - I love my new bike, and I feel free like a kid again when I ride it - especially with the girls.  Go for it if you have a bike and get back on, because the ride is fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;etter late than never to get on a bike and ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never knew going down hill could be that much fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nowledge about bikes is helpful, but the sales people do know their stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very child should have the chance to own a bike - look around, and make sure the kids in your neighborhood/church/or friends of friends around you have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-8474068271028514619?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/8474068271028514619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/11/bike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8474068271028514619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8474068271028514619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/11/bike.html' title='Bike'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-8485755380751849935</id><published>2009-10-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:38:36.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>I found out last Saturday that God puts people in your life as you need them.  Our help arrived soon after we got home to find a water leak from a busted pipe in our home.  We were gone only four hours, and our house was completely flooded with water.  You know it is bad when you drive up to notice water coming out of the garage and front door!  We made some phone calls, and were amazed with our friends, family, and neighbors that dropped everything to come to our rescue.  Even the Servpro company (clean up crew) was very impressed in how fast we got everything out.  The tile floors were saved by the many fans that dried out the whole block (i mean house), but our bedroom floors were torn out along with baseboards in every room.  I felt sorry for myself a couple of times, but realize now that it could have been way worse, and are grateful that we have a home to come back to with each other.  I thank God we have wonderful people in our lives, and it reminds me that it is very important to help others every chance you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elp someone in need, because your turn will come when you need it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;njoy the help when you can get it, and be sure to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ove one another - that goes a long way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eople can be your angels on earth, and watch closely to see how blessed your are in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-8485755380751849935?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/8485755380751849935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/10/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8485755380751849935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8485755380751849935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/10/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-6427908023142582583</id><published>2009-10-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:12:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>I was reminded yesterday how important small acts of kindness can be to others.  If you pay attention - a smile can really make someones day.  I love to smile at somebody, and wait for their reaction.  They either seem surprised, smile instantly back, smile and start talking, or just look at you like you are weird (probably thinking do i know her).  Now, don't get me wrong - I do not smile all the time at others, because sometimes I am just plain grumpy, but I am going to try it more often.  One simple act of kindness can really just change a person's view of others,  and brighten their mood.  I just need to remind my girls of this too, because a smile is contagious, and nowadays we need something good to catch instead of getting sick!  Try it - smile and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;how others you care by looking them in the eye, and don't forget to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;any people are struggling way more than you will ever know, and could use a nice gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntroduce yourself to someone new (keep it public), and you may just make a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;et somebody know they look nice or give them a compliment - they will remember it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;njoy friendly people whenever you can, because it will make up for the meanies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-6427908023142582583?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/6427908023142582583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/6427908023142582583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/6427908023142582583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-7881505399703332437</id><published>2009-09-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:43:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>This title is mainly about getting up and getting out.  I have blogged about running before, and I just wanted to share that it has helped me tremendously.  Now, please note that I do not always run, but do a whole lot of walking too.  I have to admit that the doctor was right, and it only took me ten years to really hear him.  Excercise is good and it helps.  So, get up and go.  I feel so much better about inside and out by exercising.  Time?  Yes, finding time is usually hard, but sometimes I think I used it as an excuse.  I do admit that my work load is not as heavy as the full time working moms/dads, but there is still time if you make it.  I really have come to the conclusion that we just do not look around enough to see all the beauty, and a great way to remind us is the outdoors.  My kids seem to like getting out too - the weather is good now so enjoy, and the dogs love their walks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nleash your worries, fears, anger, and stress by exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ositive people get up and do something.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-7881505399703332437?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/7881505399703332437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/09/up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/7881505399703332437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/7881505399703332437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/09/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-8999159759781978068</id><published>2009-09-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:23:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouch</title><content type='html'>Grouch is my new word - for me. I cannot seem to quit being so negative and grumpy the last several weeks. Yes, some of you that know me well are thinking - she's been that way a long time. I have been a grouch at my kids, my hubby, and I need to snap out of it! I took up running, and it helped some, but not enough. So, I am going to try my best to work on self-control. I have tried before to work on keeping my mouth shut, and I still have a big mouth, but as of today - I am working on self control and that helps with the mouth thing which leads to the grouch stuff....... Wish me luck and here are my thoughts on the word grouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;et over it - take a walk, breath, or just simply count to whatever number works. Boy, this is gonna be hard for me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;elax somehow - find a way to make yourself chill. Alcohol and caffiene will backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ptimism helps, and everyday think of five things that you are grateful for in your life, and stay positive. My granny always says - it could be way worse, and she is so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nderstand that everyone - even yourself are only human. Humans are grouchy - ask yourself why you are that way - like kids - tired, hungry, thirsty, or simply spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ool it with a bath or shower - seems to help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ave some time to yourself - any quiet time that you can simply pray, meditate, or listen to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-8999159759781978068?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/8999159759781978068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/09/grouch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8999159759781978068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8999159759781978068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/09/grouch.html' title='Grouch'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-1439489979224961738</id><published>2009-08-26T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:53:08.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>This past Monday was our first day of school for the girls - third grade and sixth.  I did not cry at Kindergarten at all, but after dropping off my oldest at Middle School - I cried.   It is a hard time for both girls and boys during this time in their life.  It was a weird feeling, because it is the same middle school where I went, and way scarier when it is your child.  Lots of prayers and listening is what my goal will be this year, and I thank God that I am able to pick both of them up and be with them after school.  I hope everyone enjoys their education, because it really is a privelege.   These are some of my thoughts when it comes to kids going to school, but I guess they can even apply eslewhere.   No, I don't do them all as much as I should, but will try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it down and have supper or one meal a day with your children, and ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ool parents establish rules, and stick to them as much as possible (admitting mistakes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ope for the best, and say a lot of prayers for your kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ld people (as in parents are not always cool) so just deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ptimism is your best tool when teaching a child from experience, because modeling a positive attitude can help them learn a great outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isten as much as you can to children - really listen - even if you don't have kids, you can help  - look  them in the eye and give them your full attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-1439489979224961738?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/1439489979224961738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1439489979224961738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1439489979224961738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-2018333908244941007</id><published>2009-08-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:42:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>This past year has been tough.  I know it could be way worse, but it seems like my heart has been heavy.  My parents are having a hard time with health, and I am thankful they are still with us, but just so hard to see their bodies and lifestyles change.  Our darn truck got stolen, and that was a real pain in the wazoo.  Yes, Dean got a new one, but just seems like we have to start all over since the last one was finally paid off.  Our business is struggling more than ever, and it is our ten year anniversary for having a business.  We had to tell one of our employees that we did not have enough work, and all worked out fine with that, but it was very hard.  I need to get a job, but do not want to leave Dean without help on our business end.  A very close friend just found out his cancer is back.  So many men and women are away from their families defending our country.  I am tired of hearing nothing but fuss when you turn on the news.  It just seems like things are so hard for so many, and it hurts to see your loved ones and even strangers struggle.    Saying all that - I have to confess that I have lashed out at God.  Asking him why does it have to be so hard?    I have not done that in years, and really not sure if I ever have before.  It hit me this morning the word that I wanted to post about is Faith.  Why haven't I thought of that before - I guess I have, but was just not ready to give it all to God.  I hope so much that I learn from these struggles to not just have faith in God when things seem harder, but all the time - even during the good times.  I'm sorry God - I will have faith again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ree yourself from worry, and give it all to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lways know that God and Jesus love you more than you can even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t hurts to see the ones you love struggle - God feels the same way about his children (you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ope is what we all lean on to survive and faith holds our hope.  Keep your heart full of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-2018333908244941007?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/2018333908244941007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/08/faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2018333908244941007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2018333908244941007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/08/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-4795493912709590076</id><published>2009-07-09T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:49:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>I have a wonderful father and mother.  I never realized how much my parents loved me until I had my own children.  Most of all - I feel very blessed that I was taught that God, our heavenly father, loves all of us very much, and that is just awesome.  I really believe that dads have such a huge impact on their child's life, and it is important for them to be there for their kiddos.  Even the men that don't have children - you too have neices, nephews, or even friend's children that you can be a mentor for them.  After all - it does take a village to raise a child.  I hope my girls know how blessed they are to have wonderful men in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o not take for granted that your child knows that you love them - tell it to them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;llow your child or a child to see or hear you pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are to be a mentor or a good role model for a child.  You just never know how much it may do for them down the road, and always look them in the eye when you are suppose to be really listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-4795493912709590076?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/4795493912709590076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4795493912709590076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4795493912709590076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-1790048378263433423</id><published>2009-07-01T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:32:31.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I really do think that I am very blessed with my family.  Now, that is not just my husband, my daughters, and my pets, but I mean the whole family.  I mean my sister, dean's siblings, grandparents, and cousins - extended family too.  We really do have a pretty close family, and it amazes me when I hear of those that do not have anything to do with their family or a member.  It makes me sad for them.  I lost an uncle over ten years ago, and still to this day, I miss him so much.  I learned from him that you tell each other that you love them or make sure that they know.  I don't think I ever told him how much he meant to me, or thanked him for all that he did for me and others.  Life is too short, and I wish so much we would not waste time being angry or not speaking to someone.  How would you feel if they were gone tomorrow?  I do know that there are situations and times that we get on each other's nerves, get annoyed, angry, fed up, or grumpy.  I think that is the beauty of family, because they see us the way we are all the time, and they still love us.  Let's face it - when it is really bad and we need help - who do we call?  Yes, I have some awesome friends that would come immediately, but most of the time you start out with that very first phone call to a family member.  I do love my family very much - the whole crew.  I know they love me even at my very worst - how awesome is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;riends can come and go - family is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lways remember that you get on their nerves probably as much as they do yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ake it a habit to tell them that you love them as much as possible - when you hang up the phone is a great place to start or with a card - especially with those that have a hard time sharing emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gnore the little things, and don't sweat the small stuff - we are all human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isten to each other, and don't try to fix it - and give support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esterday is gone, and tomorrow is never promised to anyone - love your family today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-1790048378263433423?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/1790048378263433423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/07/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1790048378263433423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1790048378263433423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-5519872051092506093</id><published>2009-06-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:30:52.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I love summer. Well, not the heat so much, but enjoying time with the girls being out of school is my favorite time of year. Yes, they fight often, but we usually swim, play, and sleep late. I feel so blessed to be able to stay home with Morgan and Malory during the summer, and even though we get a little grumpy some days - it is worth it. I hope you are enjoying your summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it down, slow down, and sip something cold to drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nderstand that it is going to be hot - very hot some days - just part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ake time to read a good book or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ove it, move it, move it - go play with your kids, pets, or yourself by walking, swimming, or biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;njoy a sunrise and a sunset at least once during the summer - they are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emember that summer was the best time of your life when you were young - have some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-5519872051092506093?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/5519872051092506093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/5519872051092506093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/5519872051092506093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-1078857695843079880</id><published>2009-06-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:54:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>I think we all have lessons learned many times in our lives, and so often we miss the really important ones that help us truly learn. I always try to remind myself in any situation the fine words of my mother - "It can always be worse." Now, I do say that sometimes we have to feel sorry for ourselves, because noone else will, but I think that I try my best not to let it dwell. I am so grateful for my family, friends, and for having the good Lord in my life. I will always believe that Life is Good with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here comes the yucky news that happened to us last week on Friday. We went to Pflugerville (near Austin) to see my sister and her family for my neice's graduation party. The party was Saturday, but we decided to go up a day early to help and spend some time with them, because we have not been up there in a very long time. My family and I are not travelers, and we do not go very much at all. Well, when we do - we usually have a story. The last trip was losing our travel trailer off the truck on the Main bridge from Corpus to Mustang Island. That was a year ago, and praise God it all turned out fine, but we almost gave up trips completely. This time - in Austin at our hotel room, the morning of the party - we discovered that our truck was stolen. Talk about a weird feeling, and a big bummer, but we did try very hard not to let it ruin the party. We told the girls that it could have been way worse, and we never know why things happen in life, but surely there is a reason - maybe we were not suppose to drive it home for our safety or whatever. We fell apart later (me and Dean). The economy has really made finances harder in our life, and we realized that since our truck was paid off - just what would we do now - start over and how do we continue our business without something to haul our equipment with, etc.? Yes, we had insurance, but really will they pull through? Honestly, I have not really ever had too much luck with insurance companies, and although you are glad that you have them at the time of need - it feels like you are pulling teeth when you got to get something in return. Sorry - I feel bad for anyone that works in insurance companies, owns them, or anyone that has to use them constantly for medical or whatever. It has to be hard to tell someone those common words - "sorry you are not covered for that". My mind just wondered a whole lot while we were waiting for a phone call. I kept saying to myself over and over - I have been through both, and would rather have a stolen vehicle over a car wreck anyday, but did need a day or two to get my mind together. Dean did too, and I have to say that it is amazing how much a truck can mean to a man. We are better now, and have faith that all will be fine, but it sure does help to chat about it, and I do think there is always a lesson to be learned. I have learned a lot so far, and I have a feeling a lot more will come from this experience along with many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;isten to others and ask questions when they are going through a situation in their life - you never know if you may have the same experience one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nter life at your own risk, and always have God on your side. Keep in mind that safety comes first, and always be aware of your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it down and make sure you understand your insurance policies - ask a lot of questions and do not expect your agent to think about "what would happen if" - you think about it and ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ome people may not seem to care about your situation, but I don't think anyone gets it until they have to cross the same bridge - so don't judge others by their lack of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ne picture of your vehicle can show that you are not making up that it truly was a good vehicle, and proves a lot of things. That goes for the items in your house, tools (get seriel numbers), and anything else that can be stolen, burned, or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ever take for granted what you work so hard for, and make sure you make wise choices to protect yourself and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;low down and pay attention to the blessings that you have, and you will realize just how fortunate you are in life. Also, sharing with others can make you feel a lot better especially if they have been through something similiar themselves or know someone who has, because it reminds you that we all have "crud" happen in our lives, and big or small it is still crud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-1078857695843079880?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/1078857695843079880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1078857695843079880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/1078857695843079880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-4364972912511311871</id><published>2009-06-02T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:08:19.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I have been so blessed with friends. Not only do I have a wonderful family, but also friends that I know would do whatever they could to help me. It just does not get any better than that. I hope my girls also will be blessed with a wealth of friendships. I know school can be hard for them, and it is tough figuring our friends, but I always try to remember what mom always said to me when I was in school - be nice to them and they will be nice to you. How simple is that? Not always that simple, but it does usually work. I just need to remember, and do that even to strangers or people that I come across daily. A smile, a compliment, or just listening can truly make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eel free to tell a friend that they are wonderful - many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emember that your friends are the family that you pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nvite a new friend to church, coffee, or something - it may be hard for them to meet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;njoy the time you have with friends, because time is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ever put off helping a friend - you may need it too one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on't let friends drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hare your blessings with your friends, and they will share too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-4364972912511311871?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/4364972912511311871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4364972912511311871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4364972912511311871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-2453358863664923786</id><published>2009-06-01T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:08:35.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss</title><content type='html'>I really don't like to us the word boss, but it is shorter than self employed and means basically the same thing. My husband and I own our own business, and it is much harder than what I anticipated years ago. We started our own electrical contracting business ten years ago, and it I put owning your own business along the same category as having children. You just don't get it until you have your own. If I knew back then what I know now - I would have probably kept my mouth shut, or even not judged as harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our employees left to go work with his dad this last week, and it was tough for Dean and me. We even had to tell another employee two months ago that we did not have enough work for him anymore. That was even harder. If the economy is bad - usually construction is one of the first to go, and it is a big reminder to me that we have to be grateful for our blessings. I don't know all the answers, but I do think that I have learned a lot in the past ten years, and now I include our business in my prayers. Use to I would just pray for my family, friends, myself, my husband, and others, but did not really ever mention our work. We are workers together with God, and I know now that he has to be in all parts of my life and not just the ones that I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized the responsibilities of a business owner were so heavy, and now I have more empathy to those that are in a position to change people's lives or have to make tough decisions. I think that a "service" or working for the public type of business is a true test of character many times. We care about the guys that work for us so much, and have become part of our family. I just hope that they know this, and I do pray that we are a good boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e sure that you are honest and upfront about any expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bserve your employees behavior - you can tell if they are happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hare with your employees that that they are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imply remember that you also were on the other side of the fence at one time - if you have never been an employee before, than take a good hard look at how you would want to be treated by your own boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-2453358863664923786?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/2453358863664923786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2453358863664923786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2453358863664923786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/06/boss.html' title='Boss'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-6411070800563126760</id><published>2009-04-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:34:04.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I am at home doing business stuff - invoices and paying bills while it is a slow and nice rain.  We have been in a drought for awhile, and the rain is just so welcome.  Of course, it may all come at once and cause some flooding, but at least we are getting what we needed for so long.  I love the rain, but am scared big time of the lightning, wind, hail, and stormy stuff that comes along with it at times.  I just pray for people's safety in traveling and during heavy storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ain is necessary for all living things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lways respect running water after the rain - it can be so forceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gnore comments that say they are tired of the rain (I grew up farming and ranching - we were not allowed to complain about the rain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ever miss out at least once in your lifetime - a dance in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-6411070800563126760?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/6411070800563126760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/6411070800563126760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/6411070800563126760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-2432309427923852199</id><published>2009-04-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:38:07.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LeTOcYEqyz8/SfX7bV62kAI/AAAAAAAAABY/J8SgXg8Ac3k/s1600-h/100_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329442181221879810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LeTOcYEqyz8/SfX7bV62kAI/AAAAAAAAABY/J8SgXg8Ac3k/s320/100_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love pets. My favorite is a dog, but I grew up on a farm/ranch in Doss, Texas, and we had lots of different kinds of pets. Goats, sheep, cows, deer, pigs, dogs, cats, and fish. Most people know that on a ranch - only some animals are truly pets, and the others are wilder, and you don't "pet" them. We would have a baby animal many times not taken care of by the mother, and so we bottle fed many different kinds of animals, and came to love them. That means - we lost a lot of favorite pets, and boy did it hurt. A lot about life and death is taught on a ranch, and part of me wanted to shelter my children from the heartache. Well, everything that you love is worth the risk of loss, and I finally figured out that I learned a lot from my pets, and so my girls should also have that chance. So, we started out with a fish, a gerbil, and a dog (all at once). The dog is still with us, and she is part of our family (our third child and also a "M girl" - Macy). I have learned a lot about pet ownership living in town - things that I never noticed in the country, because it was just known. I try not to be too critical, but notice that some people are truly not the best pet owners. There are also some that just go waaayyyyy overboard with their pets (I may be in that category - not sure). I have learned to just try and keep my mouth shut, and be supportive no matter what. Not sure why - but have been around many tramatic pet incidents that have been tough. For instance, the next door dog attacking a walker with her dog. My cousin having two labs kill his goats, and many howling/barking dogs in the neighborhood that are just flat out lonely! It is truly interesting, and I do know that I am certainly not the most perfect pet owner, but sometimes I pray for common sense when it comes to pet owners. I also see how much joy some pets have given the elderly, other families we know, and that just warms my heart so much. I just hope my girls learn that pets take responsibility, and the balance of life can be a joy when you take care of those in your space in a serious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ets need attention - play with them as if they were a child - just as you should feed, water, and take them to their yearly doc visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;njoy your pet while they are with you - their lives usually go quicker than our own, and each one is so special. They will love you unconditionally, and they don't talk back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ake your pet away from home every now and then (if your pet is able). They would love to see more of the world other than just the backyard. Use a leash though!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-2432309427923852199?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/2432309427923852199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/pet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2432309427923852199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/2432309427923852199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/pet.html' title='Pet'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LeTOcYEqyz8/SfX7bV62kAI/AAAAAAAAABY/J8SgXg8Ac3k/s72-c/100_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-8487825678488725196</id><published>2009-04-15T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:32:59.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share that I ran my very first mile several weeks ago. This is big for me, because I was not in sports during school, and I am almost 40 years old. So, I was very tickled that I successfully ran a whole mile without stopping (at a very, very slow pace). Why??? I don't really know for sure - lots of reasons, but I really thought it would just help me feel less stressed. My first day to try, which was over a month ago - I could not even make it to the end of our block. Two days ago, Monday - I actually ran three miles, and cried. I am hoping to do the Wildflower 5K run here in Fredericksburg next weekend, but have not committed yet. We shall see what happens, but I do have lots of time to think while running - so these are my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emember this verse - For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nderstand that anything you make up your mind to do takes time and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ever take your dog running unless they are very well trained, and don't leave home without a kleenex. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ever give up - even if you have to just walk (which can also make you feel better).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-8487825678488725196?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/8487825678488725196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8487825678488725196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/8487825678488725196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-4450748845783940645</id><published>2009-04-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:22:32.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Sd0-Qkv-6QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uVSk_9_BSes/s1600-h/100_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322478789085554946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Sd0-Qkv-6QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uVSk_9_BSes/s320/100_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got to see my mom today during one of her visits to town - I decided to talk about my M &amp;amp; M girls.  Morgan and Malory are really good kids, and I am very proud of them (so is Dad).  I realized after having children how much my own parents loved me, and I have to say that I was a lucky child.  I hope my girls can say the same.  Moms are great - and I am including those with pets as their children.  I sure do love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ake time for yourself - if mama ain't happy - nobody is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pen your ears and listen to your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;any hugs, praises, and prayers makes a happy child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-4450748845783940645?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/4450748845783940645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4450748845783940645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/4450748845783940645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom_08.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Sd0-Qkv-6QI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uVSk_9_BSes/s72-c/100_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1174516096241788245.post-9017591354650896006</id><published>2009-04-07T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:50:28.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>I am starting my very first blog post with this title, because everything that I have is a gift from above. I love to talk, and share my thoughts and opinions with others. I have been told that I would talk to a fence post, and definitely have the "gift of gab". I have realized that not everyone wants to listen, and maybe I will not dominate the conversations so much that I have daily if I try out this blog stuff. I think a lot, and maybe my thoughts will also make someone else think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ood things happen to those that believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pen your heart, and let Jesus inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are to share the good news with respect and kindess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1174516096241788245-9017591354650896006?l=teresajenschke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/feeds/9017591354650896006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/9017591354650896006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1174516096241788245/posts/default/9017591354650896006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresajenschke.blogspot.com/2009/04/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04788139251490372786</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/_LeTOcYEqyz8/Ss-A1pzExLI/AAAAAAAAABo/p1fOu4cI9U8/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
