I almost forgot!

I didn't relay the news about my weekend debate trip to ATL. Ohhhhhh my God ... the word "clusterf--k" comes to mind when considering how disorganized the conference was the entire weekend. When we arrived they told me they didn't have our paperwork so we would have to leave. I kept my cool ... and called our program's administrative assistant and she worked everything out. So ... we got our rooms - 3 rooms: Lester and his wife in one, Danny and Zarko in one, and me, Tasha, Naama, and Sarah in the other. Now ... important note here ... Lester and his wife drove up to ATL separately, so all of the other people I mentioned drove with me in one of the college's vans. I was driving, of course. So ... anyone who's driven from T-town to ATL knows it's only about a 4 hour drive. It took us SEVEN hours. Why? Because we stopped at every whim. On one of those particular "whims," we found a community thrift shop. The guy who worked there was mentally challenged and we ran into him at the store next to the thrift shop. He invited us to come and browse ... and so we did. The picture depicts what I bought. We affectionately call her "Goldie." She became our good luck charm ... our talisman, if you will. I wish I had a video of when she was carried through the lobby of the hotel ... into the glass elevator ...and into the guy's room.

I can't post ALL of the pictures we took of her. I was with college students after all ... so some of the pics are X-rated. Suffice to say ... alcohol didn't help stop Danny and Zarko from performing lewd acts for the camera. I put them on my facebook ... go there to see more.

Ohhhh, and Goldie didn't prove to be that much of a good luck charm. We didn't make it to finals, but I am so proud of our debate team. They were critical thinkers ... and I couldn't have asked for more professionalism than they showed that day.

We stayed in both nights - the first night we practiced. The second night ... we drank and played spades in the hotel lobby bar. We had sooooooo much fun ... a weekend I won't soon forget. Not only because we had so much fun, but because Tasha snored so loudly that we had to buy a box fan (for the noise) and ear plugs on Saturday just to get some sleep.

All in all ... I haven't had that much fun since New York this past summer ... and THAT was really fun.

J

Thanksgiving

Well, we had our first Thanksgiving in our new house. We moved in last year a week before Christmas, so this was the first Thanksgiving. I, of course, cooked for an army even though it was just me, Ron, and the kids. I did have a method to my madness, which was that I didn't have to cook again for FOUR days. Can you say ... leftovers?
Of course, Thanksgiving wouldn't be complete without some killing, right? The picture says it all ... this was one of Ron's "kills" this past holiday weekend. Some people at this time of year smell burning leaves, fireplaces lit, turkeys in the oven ... I smelled a dead deer in the rut. Peeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuwwwwww.
Thankfully I only have two more weeks of classes. All I have left to do is three lesson plans, a Powerpoint on action research, finish my research proposal, and write roughly 6 book summaries (have to equal 3500 pages). That's all ...
Not too much else going on right now ... oh, other than my phone call to the Chief of Police (a former student of mine) yesterday complaining about the traffic situation in front of the high school. When I dropped Hannah off this morning there was TWO officers out on the road directing traffic ... when my sister-in-law picked up Hannah this afternoon she called to tell me there was FOUR officers out on the road giving tickets! The next step is writing an e-mail to the superintendent (and copying the school board members) about the rudeness of the principal at the high school. When I called him yesterday to ask what he could do about the unruliness exhibited in the school parking lot, he copped an attitude with me on the phone. Um ... 'scuse me???? Is this how it's going to be? Oh, okay ... no problemo ...

So ... I'm outta here for now to begin formulating my e-mail to the superintendent ...

H-O-T-L-A-N-T-A

Me and 6 college students are headed to Atlanta this weekend for a debate competition. We've been practicing for a month (learning the Parliamentary method of debate, no less ... "boo hiss"), so I hope they're ready. It'll be easy for me ... just watching :)

Normally I'd be psyched to head to Hotlanta ... of course, normally I'd be headed to watch my Braves play .... but nooooooooooooooo, the damn season had to end :(

Anyway, when I return I'll post some pics of the competition. Joy, right Will?

At least the hotel will be nice ... can you say, Heavenly Bed?

My kids from Scholar's Academy

Here in big 'ol Thomasville, we have a special school (which is an extension of a local middle and high school) called the Scholar's Academy. As the title implies, students attending are academically gifted (hence: scholar). I tend to believe it borders on elitism, but that's another blog posting in the future ;) ... anyway, I teach there 2 days a week. The 12 kids in the pictures are earning their Associates of Arts degree WHILE they're earning their high school diploma. They are all 10th graders now, so when they graduate in 2010 (gosh that sounds so far away ... like we'll finally be driving hover craft) with their high school diploma, they'll also graduate with their associates degree. Cool, right?

Anyhoooo ... the institution created some shirts for the kids (you can't see on the shirts, but they have embroidered "The AA List" on the front left pocket area) ... and I gave them to the kids today. We all walked across the street to MacIntyre Park to take a quick shot, and this is one where they are being silly.

I really like this group ... they're smart, funny, and very energetic. Oh, and they're VERY VERY COMPETITIVE. I have to mention weekly that GRADES DO NOT DEFINE YOU ... but I'm wondering if that is sinking in ...

I'll keep ya posted ...

SPAIN

Well, it looks like Hannah and 3 K's are headed to Spain this summer! She's been asked by her spanish teacher to go on a summer 08' trip to Spain with her high school. They get to spend 3 days in Madrid, 1 day in Toledo, 2 days in Seville, 2 days in Granada, and 1 day on the Costa del Sol. Hannah is sooooooooo excited about it. I still have to talk with her teacher and get many more details, but I checked out the website the teacher provided and learned more about the company in which the tour is handled. Oh, and there is also the issue of the 3K's ... I mean, I think the money isn't the deciding factor ... it's not as if it is 30K ... that would be completely impossible ... but Hannah has only stayed overnight somewhere without me or Ron TWO TIMES in her life! We'll have to keep discussing this thought ...

But ... I sure hope it works out for Hannah. Parents are encouraged to go, but that's another 3K's ... and I couldn't leave Eli for that long. I'll keep everyone posted ...

J

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This is for Will ...

Long time no see

OMG. Did everyone think I fell in the toilet? Lately I feel as if that were true ... BUSY, BUSY, BUSY.

Too much has happened since I last posted, so there is NO way I'll remember everything. Let's see ... hmmm, well, I think the biggest news is that Hannah is now 16 years old. Yep ... my baby is SIXTEEN. Ugh. I mean, I'm happy for her ... I am ... really. I am . Funny thing is that she isn't in a hurry to BE sixteen. For example, she is in NO rush to learn to drive. Can you believe it? I mean, geez ... when I was 16 I had my mother rush me to DMV to get my license ON MY BIRTHDAY. It's a rite of passage, man ... but Hannah is in no rush ... which is cool, too. There is one thing about Hannah ... she marches to her own drummer ... the admiration I have for her because of this fact ... is huge. She's completely cool. Oh, and this past weekend she made a change to her look - SHE HAS CONTACTS now! Now we can all see her GORGEOUS brown eyes. Her eyes are the color of ... of ... well, I'm not sure. Just think of the prettiest, deepest color of brown ... and that's it. Amazing eyes.

The reason I've been tied up and unable to post is mainly for two reasons: baseball post-season and my research class. Baseball season just ended (congrats to the Red Sox AND congrats to the Rockies for getting there), but my research class is heating up. I have a draft of my research proposal due in 3 days (ouch), and I'm not EVEN through with it. Gotta love grad school, right? (Will - this sh*t is gettin' tough) I found out last week that I actually passed my midterm exam (I was praying for a C). When Dr. Graham returned our exams, I was shocked to see a 91/A written at the top of my paper. I immediately asked, "did you curve the exams 20 points?" I mean, she used a red pen on the first 3 pages of objective questions and it resembled an autopsy - I missed a bunch! And yet ... I can still see a 91. I was puzzled, so I inquired. Turns out ... my essay impressed her so much she slid me an extra ten points. KUMBAYA. I explained to my professor that in two years of grad school @ UGA we never took exams. WE WROTE PAPERS. Will can attest to this ... all we did was write. Thank goodness it paid off, because I suck at tests. Of course, those who read my blog wouldn't know that I actually possess strong writing skills by the drivel I post here ... it certainly isn't ultra cerebral or scholarly ... but it is better than my test taking abilities.

Let's see ... what else?

Ron is in the throes of hunting season. As of this evening, he has killed 2 (mmmm, can you say "deer sausage?"). He has to put up with baseball season, so I give him as much freedom as he needs to fill his need of hunting. He and his friends, Tim and Keith, have kept him busy ... I like to see him happy ... and he is happy in his camo :)

The other man in my life is doing ... better. We've had some issues with Eli's teachers, but I think we're all getting on the same page now. It's two days away from Halloween, and the excitement is building. Not so much for the trick or treating, but he gets to wear his Marine uniform! He wants to wear it to school, but I'm not sure he can. I have an e-mail in to his teacher and I'm waiting for a reply. If it happens, I'll make sure to get plenty of pictures.

Well, it's nearing 11:00 pm and I have to get some rest. Tomorrow is Terrible Tuesday - I work from 8:00 am - 11:00 pm, so I need to get some rest.

I'll try to post more often ... oh, and I have a myspace page that takes some time, too. Check it out if you have a myspace page: www.myspace.com/jenlindquist

J

Shang Dynasty

I am soooooooooooo tired. We (Hannah and I) have been working the last few days on her project. I, unfortunately, know more about the Shang Dynasty than I really ever wanted to know. On top of all of this we've also been trying to catch her up on her Geometry and Advanced Biology. My wonderful tutors at work have pitched in and have helped ... Courtney is a jewel sent from the gods.

If all of this weren't enough, my hands (and brain) have been wrangling with Eli's teachers ... he's not having a good year even though it is his second year of inclusion ... so I've been working with his teachers to understand what they're doing (and NOT doing). It's been a rough week.

And when it rains it pours ... I'm taking two classes of my own. One will transfer to a doctoral program I'm considering (Research Methods and Models - don't ya love stats?), and the other (Enhancing Literacy through Literature) won't transfer, but I can use the information on reading strategies for working with non-trads. Of course I had two article critiques due this week, a quiz ... all on Thursday ... and I didn't get a chance to study, read, or write until Wednesday evening. Ugh.

I'm am sooooooooooooooooo sleeping late tomorrow ...

My b-law

Allow me to introduce my favorite brother-in-law, Jerry. I've known him since I was 19 ... ever since D.D. fell in love with the guy. He is a quick wit, and LOVES to try and embarrass me. He used to when I was younger, but I think he may have a hard time now! D.D. and Jerry have been, and will be, married forever. Together they have produced two incredible kids ... and I've been thankful to have had a sister I can look up to and learn from ... and her sense of commitment has certainly rubbed off on me.

Here are two pictures from their latest vacation at High Island. This island holds great memories for me, too. When Amanda (their 21 year old daughter) was about a year old, I went with Jerry and Amanda camping to High Island ... even without D.D.!! My sister and I have always been very close ... and to be that close requires trust ... so she trusted me to go out of town with her husband. Heck, I think MY husband would like to go out of town with D.D.! Ron loves my sister!

As one can see from the photos ... HE IS THE GREAT WHITE (Polish) FISHERMAN. As long as I've known him he's been an expert fisherman ... he must be good - he caught D.D.

J

Hannah's self portrait

Beeeeeeeeeeeuuutiful! For most, that's enough ... but she's funny, intelligent, compassionate, and creative. Oh, and she has lips I'd have to pay for ...

That's my kid ...

Proof that I'm old

So I was looking for something in my office upstairs and I stumbled upon the box of photos. I stopped in my tracks when I saw this one. Why? Well, this picture is of my nephew Tyler, my daughter Hannah, and my niece Amanda sitting on my mom's couch in 1992. Now Tyler is almost 20, Hannah is almost 16, and Amanda is now 21.

If that's true ... that makes me ... how old?

For D.D.

So ... D.D. requests a photo our wedding ... here it is. 19 years ago ... I had a tan, I was thinner, and it was definitely B.K. (before kids). Ron still looks the same. Well, maybe not completely ... his waist is not a size 30 anymore ... it's a 32 ... and he is becoming a Mr. Muscle Man. Other than that, he looks the same.

The other picture is of D.D.'s wedding day. This is me and D.D. clearly posing for the camera. We're pretending to discuss her bouquet ... fooled ya, huh? Yeah, not so much ...

There ya go, D.D. ... and there ya go, Will. This is my sister D.D. ... she looks the same, too (ahem ... I'll be expecting that check soon, sis ;-)

J

Shea Stadium and the INCREDIBLE game

Well, here are a few pictures. We (Karli and I) took quite a few, but I didn't want to share ALL of them. Although it's been 3 weeks since I returned from New York, I remember every microsecond of my trip to Shea. Karli and I acted like a couple of schoolgirls ... we dressed in our Braves red and blue, made posters while we waited for the game to start, and took pictures of the players warming up. At one point, when all of the players were in their respective dugouts, we held up our "ALL THE WAY FROM CAIRO, GEORGIA TO SEE WILLIE PLAY" sign. Yunel Escobar, the amazing substitute shortstop while Renteria heals, saw our sign and summoned Willie to the top steps. Once Willie read our sign he actually waved at us!!! Karli and I acted like those girls on the Ed Sullivan show seeing Elvis shake his hips! Well, we didn't cry, but we were silly. It was so cool ... surreal even.

There were a few times we felt a bit scared. Met fans are not the friendliest group of people, especially if you're wearing the jersey of the team that is beating them. We yelled and cheered for our Braves ... and we jeered the Mets when they made a good play (which, on that day, wasn't many times). There was a woman behind us and to the left that clearly lived for the Mets. She was sooooooooo pissed at us. And of course, if none of you heard about "the catch," allow me to educate you. Even though we were ahead going into the 9th inning, there was a point when there were two outs, two men on, and a Braves killer at the plate (Carlos Delgado). We were ahead by 3 points, and if Delgado hit a jack ... well, it wouldn't have been pretty. Met fans would have killed me and Karli just by trampling on us. So ... anyway ... Delgado is at the plate ... the count was 1 and 2 ... 1 out ... and BOOOOOOYAAAAHHHH ... he hits a slammer! Well, he hit it, but little Willie Harris was NOT gonna let it leave the park. He jumped up ... all 160# of him ... and leapt into air seemingly 5 feet ... and TOOK THE JACK AWAY FROM DELGADO! You could have heard an ant fart in Shea it was so quiet ... well, all except for the noise coming from me and Karli!!! The looks on the faces ... P-R-I-C-E-L-E-S-S.

After the game Karli and I followed the enormous herd onto the train. Of course, here we were ... surrounded by a sea of orange shirts ... all alone on a train with absolutely no escape once it leaves the station. It was a rough ride ... but the funniest part was when we got to our stop. We are departing the train and someone says, "Let's go Mets!" ... so as Karli is stepping off the train, she turns around yells, "Let's go BRAVES!!" It was an incredible moment ... and I'll never forget that moment.

Back to "the catch" ... the day after the game I left to come home (short trip, I know). I had so many people say to me, "did you see that catch?" The bus driver who was driving as I traveled to the airport, the Delta ticket counter chick, the bus boy in the airport bar ... more than that, but that gives you an idea. My plane was delayed (of course), so I found the airport bar where there were games on the televisions. As I sat there ... drinking a very tart glass of vino ... watching the Yankees lose ... the busboy came up and started talking to me (I've been cursed with this all my life ... not only do I not know a stranger ... but I must send some kind of vibe that signals EVERYONE to talk to me). When we started talking about "the catch," two guys sitting by the door got their beers and came and sat down with me. They were Braves fans, too! They were just kids ... early to mid twenties ... but it was cool to have a chat about baseball and have these two completely forgot they were talking to a 43 year old, married mother of two. We exchanged e-mail addresses so we could keep in touch ... you know, to discuss how badly the Braves are blowing it and will most likely not make it into the postseason. I have yet to write either of them ... they both live in Atlanta so I promised to let them know if I could get a hold of some tickets. Two different people have told me that they could get me some free tickets, and I'm so busy this semester that I know I won't make it to any more games. If by chance I can get some, those two kids will go. The only stipulation for free tickets is that they write and let me know all about it. Fair trade, right?

24 and 19

Why 24 & 19? Well, it was 24 years ago that I met my husband (see photo and try and find us), and it was 19 years ago today (27th) that we stood in a beautiful gazebo in the unbelievable heat in Houston ... and promised not to kill each other. We've done more than that ... somewhere along the way we made two incredible kids and 2 gigs of memories.

I'm not going to use my blog to profess the love I have for my husband ... that's between Ron and me, not the rest of the blog-reading world. I don't feel the CONSTANT need to let others know I love my husband. Call me crazy ...

Life has been a zoo ... I've yet to blog about my NYC trip (which was W-I-L-D) or the week long visit of my niece, Amanda (which was G-R-E-A-T). I'll try and get to those soon, but this is the second week of classes and my head is still spinning.

Soon ...

Ooops! Forgot the yard!

Mea culpa ... I forgot to post some photos of the yard that Ron is so proud of. Lots and lots of back-breaking work went into his yard, and I'd hate to miss a chance to acknowledge his effort. Behold ... Ron's yard ... oh, and so it doesn't go unnoticed ... "laying sod ain't for sissies."

Updated photos

I was looking through all my pics trying to find any that were related to work (we're building our new website), and I ran across the photos of our house ... when we first started. What's the saying? ... oh yeah, you've come a long way, baby. That's the darn truth ... anyway, friends at work are always asking me to post any changes to the house, so here they are (for Debbie & Sharon).

Willie, Willie, Willie

Boy oh boy ... last night was WILLIE HARRIS NIGHT! Can you say, "6 for 6?" Even Sports Illustrated wrote about him ... http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/baseball/mlb/07/21/cards.braves.ap/index.html

I'm making my signs now for the Braves/Mets game in NYC (I go in 3 weeks!). One will read:

"ALL THE WAY FROM CAIRO, GEORGIA TO WATCH WILLIE PLAY!" ... and the other will read: "Jose who?" (For those of you who have a regular life and aren't obsessed with major league baseball, Jose Reyes plays for the Mets and he gets lots of press for being an exciting player ... Willie is more exciting).

He ... is 'da man ...

No words needed ...

Eli and his Granny

This photo is actually from a month ago, but I forgot to blog it then. Here is my little man playing in the ocean with his granny (Ron's mother). He is growing so fast ... almost as tall as I am ... and he's only 12. According to the notion that when a boy is 2 years old one can tell how tall he will be by measuring between the wrist and elbow and calculating ... blah, blah, blah ... anywho ... he's supposed to be at least 6'2".

Only 3 more weeks before he begins 5TH GRADE!

More Willie Harris

http://atlanta.braves.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20070710&content_id=2079284&vkey=news_atl&fext=.jsp&c_id=atl

Friday the 13th

Today was supposed to be one of those days where everyone is to be on the lookout for bad things to happen. Incredibly, my Friday XIII came out in a very cool way.

See the pic of the good lookin' Willie Harris? Well ... while I haven't met him in person ...

I TALKED TO HIM TODAY ON THE PHONE!!
Okay, so here it how it happened ...

Not long ago I posted my connection to Willie Harris ... his soon-to-be wife and soon-to-be mother-in-law were students of mine. Well, I had to get the oil changed in the Pilot today, so instead of making an appointment at the Honda place I drove to Super Lube. Anita, my student and Willie's soon-to-be mother-in-law, had told me once that her husband Tyrone was the manager of the Super Lube. It just so happened that as I drove in the bay today, Tyrone was the one who assisted me. I introduced myself and told him that I had taught both his wife and his daughter ... blah, blah, blah ... and he says, "Oh, you're the professor who loves the Braves!" I confessed ... he was right ... I am obsessive about my b-ball and Braves ... so he begins prepping my vehicle for the oil change ... and the next thing I know he hands me his cell phone and says, "Here ... Willie is on the phone waiting to talk to you."

I can't breathe ... truly ... can't find my breath. I take the phone and admit to Mr. Harris that I am struggling for air. He says, "Are you okay? Are you going to need mouth to mouth?" I told him that I probably would, but I would somehow pull it together. Thankfully, air began to flow through my lungs again and I realized I could ask ANYTHING I wanted to ... so I asked if he was going to play tonight against the Pirates ... I told him that I wished he played left field more than Matt Diaz, to which he explained that Diaz hits left-handed pitches better ... and then I told him that I was sick and tired of the sports media making such a big fuss over Jose Reyes of the Mets instead of him. It's true - media say how exciting a player Reyes is ... yada yada yada ... and I told Willie that HE is a much more exciting player. He told me that the second half of the season would be spent showing the sports media that I was correct. He then asked if I was going to watch the game tonight (Of course I am!), and I told him how in 3 weeks I would be watching him in Shea Stadium as they were playing the Mets. I said, "I will be in field box seats near 1st base, so listen out for your name because my friend and I will be screaming for you!" He laughed and said he'd listen out for me ... and then he had to go.

Wow ... wadda rush. It was one of the most incredible phone calls I've ever had ... and now that I've been introduced ...

I BETTER GET AN INVITATION TO THE WEDDING!

I, of course, called Ron and told him ... and then proceeded to call everyone in my life! When Ron came home from work later he told me that he, too, went to Super Lube to get an oil change. He spoke with Tyrone and they had a good laugh about me. Ron said that Tyrone's wife Anita had actually planned to bring Willie Harris to my house to surprise me! Ron told Tyrone, "when you bring Willie, bring an ambulance, too."

Too cool ...

Happy Friday 13th to everyone else!

J

My son, the would-be Marine

See the photo? See the dude standing in the middle in the Marine dress uni? Okay, get a load of this ... my son has decided that he wants one. One never knows what Eli will gravitate towards, and surprisingly he has latched on to this. Evidently, Eli has been playing the DVD of A Few Good Men lately in his little portable DVD player (intermittedly, mind you, of Arthur and Seinfeld). If y'all have seen the movie you'll remember the scene where the guy who is supposed to testify the following day ... getting dressed for his impending suicide. It is THIS scene that Eli has played over and over again (minus the suicide).

He came to me sometime last week and said, "Mommy, I want a uniform like that." I sat for a while ... asked a ton of questions ... and HE HAS BEEN BUGGING ME EVER SINCE. So ... I got on the Internet to see what I could find. Eli was VERY specific about what he wanted .... so I searched, and I searched, and I searched. Finally ... hallelujah! ... I found one! I could only find one small enough that was new ... no luck finding one used (even on Ebay) ... or one that passed the "Eli litmus test," so it looks as if I am ordering the $128 uniform. It was listed at $185, but because it's an extra small I was able to get it for cheaper.

So ... stay tuned for photos of my handsome son in all his glory ...

This is gonna be interesting ...

Yankee Funnies ...

My friend Jinjaaaaahhhhh sent the following baseball jokes to me. I hate the Evil Empire (insert YANKEES here), so I think they're hysterical.

Enjoy.



On the first day of school a first grade teacher explains to her class that she is a Yankees fan.She asks her students to raise their hands if they, too, are Yankees fans.Wanting to impress their teacher, everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl.

The teacher looks at the girl with surprise,"Janie, why didn't you raise your hand?"

"Because I'm not a Yankees fan," she replied.

The teacher, still shocked, asked, "Well, if you are not a Yankees fan, then who are you a fan of?"

"I am a Red Sox fan, and proud of it," Janie replied. The teacher could not believe her ears.

"Janie, why pray tell are you a Red Sox fan?"

"Because my mom is a Red Sox fan, and my dad is Red Sox fan, so I'm a Red Sox fan too!"

"Well," said the teacher in a obviously annoyed tone, "that is no reason foryou to be a Red Sox fan. You don't have to be just like your parents all of the time. What if your mom were an idiot and your dad were a moron, what would you be then?"

"Then," Janie smiled, "I'd be a Yankees fan."


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A family of New York Yankee fans headed out one Saturday to shop for the youngest boy's birthday.While in the sports shop the son picks up a Red Sox jersey and says to his older sister, "I've decided to become a Red Sox fan and I would like this Boston Red Sox jersey for my birthday."

His big sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him upside his head and says, "Go talk to mother."

Off goes the little lad with the jersey in hand and finds his mother.

"Mom?"

"Yes, son?"

"I've decided I'm going to be a Red Sox fan and I would like this jersey for my birthday."

The mother is outraged at this, promptly whacks him around the head and says, "Go talk to your father!"

Off he goes with the Red Sox jersey in hand and finds his father.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"I've decided I'm going to be a Red Sox fan and I would like this jersey for my birthday.

"The father is outraged and promptly whacks his son in the back of his head and says, "No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!"

About half an hour later they're all back in the car and heading towards home. The father turns to his son and says "Son, I hope you've learned something today?"

The son says, "Yes, Dad, I have."

"Good! And what is it you learned?"

The son replies, "I've only been a Red Sox fan for an hour and I already hate you Yankee bastards!"


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Four baseball fans - a Cubs fan, a Cardinals fan, a Red Sox fan, and a Yankees fan - are climbing a mountain and arguing about who loves his team more.The Cubs fan insists he is the most loyal.

"This is for the Cubs!" he yells, and jumps off the side of the mountain.

Not to be outdone, the Cardinals fan shouts, "This is for the Cardinals!" and throws himself off the mountain.

The Red Sox fan is next to profess his love for his team. He yells, "This is for everyone!" and pushes the Yankees fan off the mountain.


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A Red Sox fan liked to amuse himself by scaring every Yankees fan he saw strutting down the street in an obnoxious NY pinstripe shirt. He would swerve his van as if to hit them, then swerve back just missing them.One day while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do a good deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going, Father?""I'm going to give Mass at St. Francis church, about two miles down the road," replied the priest."Climb in, Father. I'll give you a lift!"

The priest climbed into the passenger seat, and they continued down the road. Suddenly, the driver saw a Yankees fan walking down the road, and he instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved back onto the road just in time. Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard a loud THUD. not knowing where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors but still didn't see anything.

He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said, "Sorry Father, I almost hit that Yankees fan."

"That's OK," replied the priest "I got him with the door."

(hee hee)

My birthday present from Ron

This is a photo of my birthday gift (that hasn't arrived yet) from my husband. Normally I would not encourage this kind of gift (most women read into this kind of gift as, "What? Are you calling me fat?) ... but I actually asked for one. I began looking at treadmills about 6 weeks ago, and I knew it would be the best option for me with my crazy schedule. I looked at used treadmills ... you know, too many people now use them as clothes hangers ... I thought that would be a cheap way to go. Then I saw the commercial for the Bowflex Treadclimber. Wow ... one can really exercise for 30 minutes on it and it is comparable to an hour on a regular treadmill? Hallelujah!!! Less time, more results. It's a fabulous thing ... well, all except the price tag. Ouch. But Ron uses his Bowflex machine 4 or 5 times a week, so this is something he can use for cardio exercises, too. So even though it's for MY birthday ... we're both going to use it. Oh, and Miss Hannah will, too ... of course, E-man (that's Eli) will want to try it out, too. I think we'll get our money's worth.

I'll keep everyone posted once it arrives ... you know, whether or not I'm dying ...

J :)

Before baby ...

This is Heather two days before she had Sydney. Several months ago when Heather and I were shopping, we ran across this frame in a store downtown, Firefly. Since Sydney's room is painted pink and brown, both of us immediately knew this brown frame with the painted pink writing (it reads: Before you were conceived I wanted you. Before you were born I loved you. Before you were here an hour I would die for you. This is the miracle of love) would look great in Sydney's room. It is our gift to Heather and to Sydney. It is a signed artistic frame that can become a heirloom for the Carroll family. Heather wants to give it to Sydney one day when she has her own daughter.

Sydney Rae Carroll

Our friends, Shane and Heather Carroll, are proud to present the newest addition to their family. Little Sydney was born on my birthday, June 30th, at 4:27 a.m.. I was so honored to join them for the birth ... I have never witnessed a live birth (other than the births of my own children, but they were both C-sections and I never saw a thing!). The birth of a child ... to watch them enter the world ... there's nothing like it, at least from my perspective. I was completely amazed ... crying uncontrollably while trying to take pictures with two different cameras ... it was an experience that I'll never forget. It was even more special that she was born on my birthday. I told Heather that Sydney will always love her aunt Jen because I will make sure of it!

And speaking (er, writing) of Heather ... she has earned my respect even more for her strength. As I mentioned, my two children were delivered by C-section, so I never had to endure a vaginal birth. Heather was so calm and determined ... and she looked great, too. Her hair and makeup stayed put which also amazed me! I looked like I had just entered the 24th hour of a drinking binge ... and Heather looked like she had just showered and changed. Truly amazing!

Anyway, here are a few photos of Sydney with her mommy and daddy ... ain't she beautiful?

AUGUST 9th

I am counting the days until August 9th. Why you ask? My very cool friend, Karli (attends Marymount College in Manhattan), works part-time with a real estate attorney on Wall Street. Her rich boss gave her his FIELD BOX SEATS for the Braves v. Mets game so she and I can go. I am sooooooooooooooo hyped. I even gave up my annual trip to Atlanta on my birthday so I can use that time in New York City.

I had a dream the other night that Karli and I ... all decked out in our Braves wear ... dodging beer bottles and popcorn buckets thrown by Mets fans ... were on t.v. yelling for the Braves!! Oh man ... I hope that dream comes true. Well, all but the bottles and buckets ...

I also plan to bring an empty suitcase so I can fill it with clothes and bags from NYC! No ... not for myself ... TO SELL TO OTHERS!!! I am going to make this trip fun AND financially worth it!

Willie Harris ... again

Do y'all remember my earlier post about Willie Harris? Well ... here's proof that I am connected in some way (think Kevin Bacon). His soon-to-be-mother-in-law brought this to me at work. I am looking at different boxes and shelving to begin displaying my MLB stuff, but haven't found exactly what I'm looking for. For now, this baby sits in my wine rack ...

Yep, his batting average is .379 ... but Bobby Cox doesn't have a place to put him permanently yet, so I get super excited when he does get some field time.

So now ... all I am waiting for is one more item with Harris' name on it ...

HIS WEDDING INVITATION!

The Lindquist's

These two people are related to me, and I don't think I've had the opportunity to blog their photo. Everyone ... meet my in-laws, Ron and Alene Lindquist. They look happy, huh? That's because my mother-in-law is drunk and my father-in-law is GLAD she's drunk!

I've been married to their son for nearly 19 years, and this is the happiest I've ever seen them.

The latest of Lane ...

I've given some blog space to little Lane before ... and it wouldn't be the same blog if I didn't update his photos! He is growing so quickly (to Donna Kay's chagrin, I'm sure), so I need to document all this growth!

Ain't he a cutie pie? Time for another one, DK ...

TU in Iraq

Ahem ... allow me to explain. The guy in the photo is a friend of mine, Kevin Ingram, whom I met in graduate school @ UGA as we were in a cohort together. We have further connections, too ... he attended Thomas University before transferring to FSU, and while at Thomas he served as SGA president .... I graduated from TU and I, too, served as SGA president my last year. See? connections ...

So ... about 2 months ago I sent Kevin a 50# box of goodies for he and his soldiers. In the box was the afghan that is pictured here. As you can also see, Kevin's sense of humor crept into his choice of locations. See the throne with the afghan? That's one of Saddam's thrones ...

Give 'em hell, Kev ...