<?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-30360438</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:16:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip of the Iceberg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-1368998615212146368</id><published>2008-04-09T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:16:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPH</title><content type='html'>Some might ask, “Why NASCAR?” Well , hear me out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because it's what we love. It is who we were born to be. And here we sit, thinking. Well, I’m not a thinker. I’m a driver. I’m a doer. And that's what I need to do. I don't need to think. I need to drive. I need speed. I need to go out there, and I need to rev my engine. I need to fire it up. I need to grab ahold of that line between speed and chaos, and I need to wrestle it to the ground like a demon cobra! And then, when the fear rises up in my belly, I use it. And you know that fear is powerful, because it has been there for billions of years. And it is good. And I use it. And I ride it; I ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell, and then I win. I WIN! And I don't win for anybody else. I win for me, you know why? Because a man (or woman) takes what he wants. He takes it all. And we’re men (or women), right? Aren’t we? AREN”T we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1XcnlLRQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jSXaAJjikB4/s1600-h/CIMG1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1XdHlLRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GiehnyjJHrc/s1600-h/CIMG1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187398503563478290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1XdHlLRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GiehnyjJHrc/s320/CIMG1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is about the 12th attempt to get a pic of me in the air... and what you don't hear is "GO SADDLER!" (that's the guy on my bright blue shirt).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1XdXlLRSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZlrjBtmF4rY/s1600-h/CIMG1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187398507858445602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1XdXlLRSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZlrjBtmF4rY/s320/CIMG1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An airborn pose like that deserves to be seen. Woo woo Adam! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VCHlLRLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kEu7xRaA7RY/s1600-h/CIMG1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187395840683754674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VCHlLRLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kEu7xRaA7RY/s320/CIMG1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chris' face says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VCXlLRMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fYyZxlu0i0c/s1600-h/CIMG1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187395844978721986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VCXlLRMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fYyZxlu0i0c/s320/CIMG1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two words: Hottie Alert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VCnlLRNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BS_t86LnSwg/s1600-h/CIMG1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187395849273689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VCnlLRNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BS_t86LnSwg/s320/CIMG1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VC3lLROI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C0JRwyAU4yc/s1600-h/CIMG1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187395853568656610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VC3lLROI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C0JRwyAU4yc/s320/CIMG1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crowell kids who have caught the fever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VDXlLRPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5gz4mzyHZ1Y/s1600-h/CIMG1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187395862158591218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1VDXlLRPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5gz4mzyHZ1Y/s320/CIMG1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;True blue real NASCAR fans. I was honored to be wedged inbetween them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1UWnlLRKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y5zLIhopca8/s1600-h/CIMG1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1UWnlLRKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y5zLIhopca8/s1600-h/CIMG1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-1368998615212146368?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/1368998615212146368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=1368998615212146368' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/1368998615212146368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/1368998615212146368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2008/04/mph.html' title='MPH'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R_1XdHlLRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GiehnyjJHrc/s72-c/CIMG1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-7432564556473716897</id><published>2008-02-05T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:16:56.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kJanzJIrI/AAAAAAAAADw/qnaLHwx0En8/s1600-h/jillk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kJanzJIrI/AAAAAAAAADw/qnaLHwx0En8/s400/jillk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163668800721724082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see these gloves I'm clinging to (thanks for the great b-day present Matt) ...well that's because they've been my new best friend. They've kept my hands nice and warm snowshoeing in Island Park, boarding through 3 1/2 ft of powder at Targhee, snowmobiling &amp;amp; tubing at the sinks, shoveling my 4 mile long driveway, venturing to Deb/Jess's cabin &amp;amp; night snowmobiling (working in waist deep snow to get Nate &amp;amp; I unstuck-whoops), playing at the Willis cabin, digging through a 8 ft mound of snow to free Matt's truck/trailer, and who know's what else is in store. As Discover Card says, PRICELESS! Evidence below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kL83zJItI/AAAAAAAAAEA/54b2dLFYhx8/s1600-h/Island+Park+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kL83zJItI/AAAAAAAAAEA/54b2dLFYhx8/s400/Island+Park+08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163671588155499218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of Mary's summit at Targhee- about to hit 3 1/2 ft of powder! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kMYHzJIuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SJqhFcQeUpU/s1600-h/Island+Park+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kMYHzJIuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SJqhFcQeUpU/s400/Island+Park+08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163672056306934498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie - Miss Katie Lundquist. Behind her is a world of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kJ4nzJIsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CQi_opwQPLs/s1600-h/ATT00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kJ4nzJIsI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CQi_opwQPLs/s400/ATT00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163669316117799618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of hard to see what's going on- a lovely cell phone shot- but that's Matt's truck/trailer locked in by a 8 ft wall of snow! That took us a little while to dig out - thanks Mr. Snowplow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-7432564556473716897?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/7432564556473716897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=7432564556473716897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/7432564556473716897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/7432564556473716897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6kJanzJIrI/AAAAAAAAADw/qnaLHwx0En8/s72-c/jillk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-6073758119956453745</id><published>2008-02-04T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:16:57.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celine Dion-  a guilty pleasure resurfaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6eSdXzJIqI/AAAAAAAAADo/1qWb2bB3pD8/s1600-h/stacyjill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6eSdXzJIqI/AAAAAAAAADo/1qWb2bB3pD8/s400/stacyjill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163256531105948322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I loved Celine Dion?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heavens, I'd even forgotten I'd loved her. At least until we were driving down to the NFR in Vegas and our car was bouncing/seeping with her classic hits... "IF...YOU....ASKED me to..." I believe Matt might have even sung along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling just like I'd found a $10 bill in my old jeans - surprised, excited, rich. So when Stacie suggested going to her concert, we acted like giddy school girls. We ran to the ticket office and not only bought passes for two but also sparkly Celine Dion shirts. What a great performance - the music and dancers were amazing. Really. It was more of a theatrical performance with Celine Dion as the vocalist.  But even better than the show was feeling so excited about something and discovering one of my new favorite songs, Taking Chances. Yes, you all probably think its cheesy/lame, but I like it. At this point in life, dating has kinda taken its toll on us single folk , and I like hearing we need to take a chance on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking Chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your  life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your world, but&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be alone  tonight,&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know about my past,  and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a future figured out.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is going too  fast.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do you say to taking  chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's  solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you  say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN"&gt;I just want to start again,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could show me how to try,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could take me in,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:.75pt;"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JKENNE%7E1.CRO/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-6073758119956453745?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/6073758119956453745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=6073758119956453745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/6073758119956453745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/6073758119956453745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2008/02/celine-dion-guilty-pleasure-resurfaces.html' title='Celine Dion-  a guilty pleasure resurfaces'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R6eSdXzJIqI/AAAAAAAAADo/1qWb2bB3pD8/s72-c/stacyjill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-6341625732175002180</id><published>2007-08-09T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:58:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CS Lewis</title><content type='html'>Kat had me read this essay, &lt;a href="http://www.katlynndesigns.com/blog/2007/08/08/extra-extra-read-all-about-it/the-weight-of-glory/" rel="attachment wp-att-16" title="The Weight of Glory"&gt;The Weight of Glory&lt;/a&gt; , by CS Lewis. Pretty powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-6341625732175002180?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/6341625732175002180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=6341625732175002180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/6341625732175002180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/6341625732175002180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/08/cs-lewis.html' title='CS Lewis'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-3043833565607421722</id><published>2007-08-07T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:54:31.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...love just sucks sometimes. It can rip your heart out. Who ever said "feeling" was a good thing? Huh? Where is that person now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-3043833565607421722?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/3043833565607421722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=3043833565607421722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/3043833565607421722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/3043833565607421722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-sucks.html' title='Love sucks'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-159644037576175758</id><published>2007-08-06T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:16:57.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peru: The Sunflower Orphanage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrefLUn00SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H-IRLUnaWEc/s1600-h/424763750208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrefLUn00SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H-IRLUnaWEc/s400/424763750208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095716520256131362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunflower....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time at the Sunflower orphanage in Peru touched my heart in ways imaginable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never knew I could fall in love so quickly. The children seriously captured my heart. They were all so beautiful with their big white eyes, dark hair, and infectious smiles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I asked 11 yr old Jason what his favorite day of the week was, he told me, “Sunday. Because it’s the day most important to God.” These children were spiritual giants…so humble and giving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we worked so hard (digging multiple trenches, mixing cement, making mortar, hanging 800 pound gates, shoveling/transporting rocks, creating a cobblestone walkway, painting the bathroom ceiling while standing on the shower ledges, digging 3x3x3 ft holes in cement-like dirt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it was more of a spiritual experience than anything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt like everything made sense there – life was simple and clear, it was easier to feel the spirit, and there was time to notice the stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although their circumstances are meager, I envy them for their way of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back. And I start my Spanish classes on Thursday, so wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrd2qEn00RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4DfwmYto_e0/s1600-h/424763750208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-159644037576175758?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/159644037576175758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=159644037576175758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/159644037576175758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/159644037576175758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunflower.html' title='Peru: The Sunflower Orphanage'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrefLUn00SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H-IRLUnaWEc/s72-c/424763750208_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-5154851998357842567</id><published>2007-08-06T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:01.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rretp0n00hI/AAAAAAAAACM/QWzFjdI00F8/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rretp0n00hI/AAAAAAAAACM/QWzFjdI00F8/s400/Picture+276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095732437404930578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gang...Love 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer50n00bI/AAAAAAAAABc/qLMCfJB-VL8/s1600-h/n724517006_144079_9491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer50n00bI/AAAAAAAAABc/qLMCfJB-VL8/s400/n724517006_144079_9491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730513259581874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sunflower, Peru&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Illadio, Lauren, Neptali, Kayla, Yeison - The Workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer6Un00cI/AAAAAAAAABk/zSAF7SDcik4/s1600-h/Peru+2007+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer6Un00cI/AAAAAAAAABk/zSAF7SDcik4/s400/Peru+2007+366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730521849516482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sacred Valley, Peru&lt;br /&gt;Above the orphanage...we're at about 12,800 ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh00n00XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oez77PWzRzE/s1600-h/Peru+2007+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh00n00XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oez77PWzRzE/s400/Peru+2007+295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095719432243958130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Taxi in the Sacred Valley...motorized style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer6kn00dI/AAAAAAAAABs/u0eRVK6UOjE/s1600-h/Peru+2007+380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer6kn00dI/AAAAAAAAABs/u0eRVK6UOjE/s400/Peru+2007+380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730526144483794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sunflower, Peru&lt;br /&gt;Digging a trench for the water line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RretpUn00gI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kgg2WCXgSi0/s1600-h/Peru+2007+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RretpUn00gI/AAAAAAAAACE/Kgg2WCXgSi0/s400/Peru+2007+392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095732428814995970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Painting the boys bathroom...we had paint everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrevOkn00jI/AAAAAAAAACc/orFnsxekD9I/s1600-h/Peru+2007+414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrevOkn00jI/AAAAAAAAACc/orFnsxekD9I/s400/Peru+2007+414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095734168276750898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No uniforms required... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh1Un00YI/AAAAAAAAABE/mY-ttF28SEc/s1600-h/Peru+2007+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh1Un00YI/AAAAAAAAABE/mY-ttF28SEc/s400/Peru+2007+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095719440833892738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Urabama, Peru (right beneath the orphanage)&lt;br /&gt;Gathering rocks for the cobblestone path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RretqUn00iI/AAAAAAAAACU/_ucMidlVLZ4/s1600-h/Peru+2007+421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RretqUn00iI/AAAAAAAAACU/_ucMidlVLZ4/s400/Peru+2007+421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095732445994865186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the river to the path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreto0n00fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ymCSuKZUpg8/s1600-h/Picture+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreto0n00fI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ymCSuKZUpg8/s400/Picture+293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095732420225061362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sunflower, Peru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeri- absolutely the cutest boy alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer50n00aI/AAAAAAAAABU/a4f1Inh-9-4/s1600-h/Peru+2007+449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer50n00aI/AAAAAAAAABU/a4f1Inh-9-4/s400/Peru+2007+449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730513259581858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our fearless leader - Scott Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh0En00VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WfA9y3p2Ryc/s1600-h/Peru+2007+520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh0En00VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WfA9y3p2Ryc/s400/Peru+2007+520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095719419359056210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taxi Ride in Puno&lt;br /&gt;Racing to the port - that was one wild ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrevPUn00lI/AAAAAAAAACs/dMgZzt37cTA/s1600-h/Peru+2007+546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrevPUn00lI/AAAAAAAAACs/dMgZzt37cTA/s400/Peru+2007+546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095734181161652818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lake Titicaca, Peru&lt;br /&gt;The highest lake in the world! And even cooler - they have 36 man-made floating islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RretoUn00eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NGTQV66tNic/s1600-h/Peru+2007+551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RretoUn00eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NGTQV66tNic/s400/Peru+2007+551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095732411635126754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lake Titicaca, Peru&lt;br /&gt;The children on the floating islands- brightly clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrehzUn00UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxpImGmuRfg/s1600-h/Peru+2007+573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrehzUn00UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxpImGmuRfg/s400/Peru+2007+573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095719406474154306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paragliding in Lima, Peru&lt;br /&gt;Getting prepped to jump off the cliff - that's me in the white helmet. Dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrevO0n00kI/AAAAAAAAACk/gmNNrYnpIgQ/s1600-h/Peru+2007+574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/RrevO0n00kI/AAAAAAAAACk/gmNNrYnpIgQ/s400/Peru+2007+574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095734172571718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flying along the Pacific ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh0Un00WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WbzWBb-94b8/s1600-h/Peru+2007+487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rreh0Un00WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WbzWBb-94b8/s400/Peru+2007+487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095719423654023522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Custco, Peru&lt;br /&gt;Just some darling school children at a festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer5kn00ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/RUAB59T5QUM/s1600-h/Peru+2007+565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rrer5kn00ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/RUAB59T5QUM/s400/Peru+2007+565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095730508964614546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lima, Peru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-5154851998357842567?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/5154851998357842567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=5154851998357842567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/5154851998357842567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/5154851998357842567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-time-at-sunflower-orphanage-touched.html' title='Viva Peru'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/Rretp0n00hI/AAAAAAAAACM/QWzFjdI00F8/s72-c/Picture+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-8353804657033010556</id><published>2007-04-10T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:57:03.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma McKinnon</title><content type='html'>My grandma was a legend. She really was. She taught me so much about life and love. She would always say, "You can never run low on love. The more people you love - the more it grows. " In my old age of 25, I've found that to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Thelma would also teach a lot through song.  For example, if anyone was ever having a hard time with the men in their life, she would break into song and sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hug him in the morning, kiss him every night.&lt;br /&gt;Give him plenty loving treat him right.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a good man now days, is hard to find. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was searching for all the words to this song, I found the rest of the lyrics to be rather interesting...it has a little bit of a different twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Good Man by Brenda Lee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good man is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You always get the other kind&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that he's your pal&lt;br /&gt;You look for him and find him fooling around some other gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you rave you even pray&lt;br /&gt;To see him laying in his grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your man is nice you better take my advice&lt;br /&gt;Hug him in the morning, kiss him every night&lt;br /&gt;Give him plenty loving treat him right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a good man now days, is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good man is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You always get the other kind&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that he's your pal&lt;br /&gt;You look for him and find him fooling around some other gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your man is nice you better take my advice&lt;br /&gt;Hug him in the morning, kiss him every night&lt;br /&gt;Give him plenty loving treat him right.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a good man now days, is hard to find...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-8353804657033010556?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/8353804657033010556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=8353804657033010556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/8353804657033010556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/8353804657033010556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/04/grandma-mckinnon_10.html' title='Grandma McKinnon'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-117589839684089715</id><published>2007-04-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:53:50.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Jill</title><content type='html'>Aunt Jill. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1425/3255/1600/69611/574588801_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1425/3255/400/820678/574588801_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just the sound of this brings a smile to my face. The other&lt;br /&gt;day Kennedy and I were out crusiing the ranch on the 4-wheeler.  She begged with those big dark eyes to drive, so there was no way I could say no (ever notice that 'what the hell'' is always the right decision?). Her little hand gripped the throttle,  and before I knew it we were being thrown back and forth as she would press on the gas and let off and give it a punch and let off...  I kept telling her, "Slow and Steady.  Slow &amp; Steady."  Well, it didn't take long until it was FAST and steady.  Quick learner, my little niece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-117589839684089715?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/117589839684089715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=117589839684089715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117589839684089715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117589839684089715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/04/aunt-jill.html' title='Aunt Jill'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-117589788090777357</id><published>2007-04-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:54:34.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;I&lt;br /&gt;f you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;--Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-117589788090777357?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/117589788090777357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=117589788090777357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117589788090777357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117589788090777357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-jills-favorite-poem.html' title='If'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-117588876927748929</id><published>2007-04-06T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:19:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1425/3255/1600/103343/1526528163_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1425/3255/320/592372/1526528163_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peace. it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...even when you're dressed as a crazy indian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-117588876927748929?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/117588876927748929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=117588876927748929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117588876927748929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117588876927748929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/04/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-117588658679535381</id><published>2007-04-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T12:24:02.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Run</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself running and running a million miles an hour and when you finally have to stop for a breathier because you're exhausted and completly out of breath - you wonder why in the world you've been running so hard and so fast? You've completly missed the last 7 miles. You're numb to the people around you, the fields you just ran by, the rain running down your face. And where in the world are you even running to that requires you to get there so fast you can't even enjoy the journey?&lt;br /&gt;Good question. Too bad I don't have a good answer right now. But I do know I need to take time to notice how beautiful the sky is, to remember how I love to gaze at the stars, and what about the countless times I used to lie on the grass with my dad and find people/things/shapes in the clouds?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I took 10 minutes to remember all the fun memories this past year holds - like boating in the rain at Flaming Gorge, attempting to "barefoot" on the Palisades Resevoir, rounding up cows with friends/family, hiking Mills Canyon and climbing the cliffs, the bottle rocket war in Star Valley, falling off the ski lift with my sisters, training for the triathlons, riding our bikes around the neighborhood late at night, road tripping it to California and chilling on the beach for 3 days, sleeping on the deck in Swan Valley and getting soaked by the rain, setting off fireworks in downtown SLC, running the Ogden Half with new shoes/no training, learning how to long board on the CA boardwalks, hiking in Yosemite National Park, running across the Golden Gate bridge, running the New York marathon, playing in the ocean waves, riding the motorcycles along the peak of the mountains, taking the gondola up to Snowbasin under the full moon, playing Balderdash with my family, getting up at 5 am to run 18 miles and then having breakfast at Ruth's diner, dropping off the zip line in a freezing pond-twice, riding the 4-wheeler with my niece, going snowmobiling in -6 degree weather, the 3 am excursions to the OX Ranch...there have been some good times this year.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this blog seems like a rambler, but I just realized as I reflected on some of this year's memories that maybe life is all about running hard and fast- BUT taking the time to enjoy every second of it....all the smells, hearing all the music, seeing all the beauty. Life is sweet. Love every second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-117588658679535381?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/117588658679535381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=117588658679535381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117588658679535381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/117588658679535381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-run.html' title='Life&apos;s Run'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30360438.post-115144998687457477</id><published>2006-06-27T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:13:06.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Motivational. Be Inspirational. Be Remarkable. Be YOU.</title><content type='html'>To love life is to love many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30360438-115144998687457477?l=simply-jill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/feeds/115144998687457477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30360438&amp;postID=115144998687457477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/115144998687457477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30360438/posts/default/115144998687457477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simply-jill.blogspot.com/2006/06/be-motivational-be-inspirational-be.html' title='Be Motivational. Be Inspirational. Be Remarkable. Be YOU.'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12117270465703876679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EmWKWJ2B_Jg/R31Qnt_dakI/AAAAAAAAADA/I-837Gcj06M/S220/Jill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
