<?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-1382500071073998099</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:41:25.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Putnam's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-6075429405396668234</id><published>2010-03-22T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:47:35.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I need to get better at this</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time.  I know I need to get better at posting.  It would be good for me to as we have been told to keep a journal and this is the closest thing I have to one.  But I am super busy with being a Wife, Mom, and Student.  Sometimes I think I need to hire a nanny to do all of my dirty work, but then I realize I would just become a lazy lump on the couch.  I enjoy the dirty work.  This last weekend I decided to go through the boys toys.  BAD IDEA!!! Especially since I have three tests this week.  One in Chemistry, Pharmacology, and Nursing Fundamentals.  And I had to write my first nursing care plan.  That was tough.  But School is going great I love going (even on the days when I have to beat the sun up).  I am learning a lot and it is really good for me right now I am glad I have made the choice to continue.  Jake is taking school off for the next year so that I can complete.  The boys are growing bigger and bigger.  I can hardly believe that Jeffery is going to be 8 this July.  Life is flying by way to fast.  Izack is at the top of his class in reading and math.  JT is just the happiest little person I have ever met.  Mikeal is finally out of the terrible two's (now that he is 3 1/2).  And Wyatt is the most timid and skeptical baby I have ever met.  It takes him a long time to warm up to people and things.  Perhaps that is because Jake and I buy things that scare him.  Like the big Dinosaur at Walmart we had to have cause it roared and made him cry.  It is fun to be a parent, I wouldn't trade it for the world.  I will try to get some pics loaded soon I just want some up to date ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-6075429405396668234?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/6075429405396668234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=6075429405396668234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6075429405396668234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6075429405396668234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-i-need-to-get-better-at-this.html' title='OK I need to get better at this'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-3034214004226400589</id><published>2009-10-28T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:37:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy busy</title><content type='html'>My Boys are getting so big.  Jeffery is 7, Izack just turned 6, JT is 4, Mikeal just turned 3 and Wyatt is 8 months old.  I just started school at Ameritech in their RN program.  So far school is great.  I will graduate in April of 2011. Jake is still going to UVU he will eventually graduate with something I promise.  Right now he is working on his BFA to go to Graduate school and become a PA.  I am going to update my blog a little more often I think I will do a post about all of the boys one at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-3034214004226400589?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/3034214004226400589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=3034214004226400589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3034214004226400589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3034214004226400589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy busy'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-3980374040183670876</id><published>2009-07-30T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:32:40.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>Wow I can't believe that it has been almost 6 months since I last blogged.  Probably because there hasn't been anything too exciting going on around here.  JT turned 4 in June and tomarrow Jeffery will be 7!!!  I can't believe that I have been a mom for 7 years.  The boys are getting big and they really like to cause trouble.  On more than one occasion this summer I have had to discipline  them for using the hose to "clean" the Family Room.  It will be nice to have them back in school at the end of August.  I took a CNA class so that I can start school in Sept. at Ameritech (providing I jump through all the right hoops), to get my RN degree.  It is an 18 month course and Jake and I thought better now then never.  I am nervous but I know that everything will work out fine.  Well that is our life in a nutshell.  I will try to come up with something more exciting, for the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-3980374040183670876?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/3980374040183670876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=3980374040183670876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3980374040183670876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3980374040183670876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-2968251046606999557</id><published>2009-03-06T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:41:29.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Wyatt is 3 weeks old now.  I thought that the newness of him would have worn off by now.  NOPE!!!  The boys love to be around him and they are still curious about everything he does.  You know the questions Why does he sleep so much? why does he cry when he is naked? what does he eat?  Well I guess it is better that they love him so much and they aren't trying to get rid of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-2968251046606999557?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/2968251046606999557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=2968251046606999557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2968251046606999557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2968251046606999557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-7711629932348043208</id><published>2009-02-17T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:30:42.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SZtkk95NbaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6IJvJQJOrpc/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SZtkk95NbaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6IJvJQJOrpc/s200/IMG_3292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303943572411477410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt was born on February 12, 2009 at 10:09 pm.  Weighing in at only 9 lbs 6 oz and 20 inches long at 2 1/2 weeks early.  He is a very healthy baby and had all the nurses at the hospital swooning over him.  The nurses all told us that he was the favorite of all the babies there.  We are so happy to have him here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-7711629932348043208?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/7711629932348043208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=7711629932348043208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/7711629932348043208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/7711629932348043208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SZtkk95NbaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6IJvJQJOrpc/s72-c/IMG_3292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-225551140489430210</id><published>2009-02-09T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:30:16.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big baby</title><content type='html'>So I went in for my 37 week appointment only to find out that I am measuring 42 weeks.  That is 5 weeks bigger that what I should be.  The Doctor sent me in for an ultrasound to confirm his measurments.  And yup this baby is measuring to be 41 weeks 5 days, and about 10 pounds.  So my Dr is going to compare ultrasounds and see if I can be induced sometime this week.  I am sooo ready to have this baby.  I dont really want to be induced but I dont want to risk having to have a c-section because he is so big.  So wish me luck I know everything will be fine I just have to remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-225551140489430210?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/225551140489430210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=225551140489430210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/225551140489430210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/225551140489430210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-baby.html' title='A big baby'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-9097214072213527499</id><published>2009-02-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:52:31.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake wrote: A little about me or, my self actualization. *remember Rocky and Bullwinkle*</title><content type='html'>Here it is 11:28 at night and I have had one of those really internal conflicts within myself of what I believe as I stand here and now. So here it goes, &lt;br /&gt;I hate pride, although I would be the first to admit I love attention when it is given too me, in far too many cases have I seen pride tear relationships, families, spouses, siblings, hell- entire countries apart from one another.Not to mention have been a personal witness to so many very close friends who have had a destroyed psychie because a man or men  felt that he was entitled to something  he had no right in asking for. Or in a separate scenario one person feels like their better than another or that they feel they should be entitled to something more so than another person. It is the root of all evil. I try to keep myself humble and open to idea's, thoughts, suggestions, recommendations. Sometimes I too am willing to try something once (within my personal boundaries which coincide with the doctrines of the church of jesus christ of latter day saints). &lt;br /&gt;Those who know me, have maybe gotten to know me a little too well because I like to maybe divulge aspects of my life that maybe should be best swept under the carpet. But I feel that I am who I am today because of the choices, right or as wrong as they are, or were or will be. I can't cover up my choices. It's pointless to try to sugar coat things as difficult as they may be to swallow. Or as un-couthe as they are to some people. You've gotta take life at face value.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a life after death. I believe that my ancestors that have passed on do watch after me and protect me when I need them. &lt;br /&gt;I believe in prayer, but sometimes it's hard when you either don't get the answer you feel is the right answer or feel like there is NO answer at all and that you just gotta wait it out. &lt;br /&gt;For instance recently I had this job interview and I felt so "inspired" that I needed to have the interview. The day before the job posted on IHC's website I was thinking of not applying because of a couple reasons A) I had my CNA classes and tests and everything paid for from the company I work for currently AVALON which is the parent company of the long term care facility I work in Heritage in American Fork and they want their employees to work for them for 6 months because they were kind enough to pay for everything. But there have been instances where people have taken off before that time period. And B) This baby is going to be here any minute and it would take me a little far away from home to go to work. So in that regard I was thinking that I didn't want to even apply for anything until April. But as I said before I felt "inspired" so I went and did what the lord commanded I guess. Well I got an interview for the job posting. So something inside of me was kind of welling up inside saying, you are so going to get this job because of how good the prompting felt. I think I did awsome at the interview but alas as you have read previously I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the time period of the interview and their denying me the job I had plenty of people telling me about "thank god for unanswered prayers" and the like. But I had a hard time listening to them because of what I felt inside.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I took this incident negatively like I usually do and ask "why did you put me through this trial just for the disappointment". &lt;br /&gt;Now like alot of you, it seems like this entire life is one disappointment after another with some wonderful and amazing blessings in between. &lt;br /&gt;And maybe its a difference between optimism and cynicism. I feel like alot of time I try to keep optimistic about life and feel like  if something doesn't go my way it is just god's way of saying maybe it wasn't for you. Or maybe it wasn't for you at this time.&lt;br /&gt;I've found that having a great support system helps situations alot. Surrounding you with people who aren't necessarily "yes" men but people who will be optimistic with you in your undertakings of life but gently let you know if maybe you aren't necessarily making the right choice at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that miracles do happen. I believe that there are so many tiny nuances in life that are miracles that people just feel like they are just happen stance. &lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to meet one of the most wonderful friends I had ever meet in my entire life and she happened to be 90 something years old. She was probably less than 5' tall and had the warmest most wonderful smile. She had squinty little eyes and most of the day she spent watching BYU television or listening to one speaker or another. I had some beautiful conversations with her about the church and about eternity and what she felt about life. And I had the opportunity to give her a priesthood blessing that I would never forget telling her that although she was going back home soon that she would still be in this life a little while longer, I blessed her with strength to endure the last little bit of her life and that our heavenly father was pleased that she continued to love him and have faith in him her entire life. &lt;br /&gt;I later had come to find out that she ended up being able to bless COUNTLESS lives with her generosity, charity, and love for all those around her. The kind of person that you go to their funeral and the overflow goes all the way to the back of gym area. &lt;br /&gt;I have been truly blessed to know so many amazing people in my life, both old and young, guys and girls, different ethnic back grounds with different religious beliefs. I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't matter what walk of life you come from you have the potential for greatness. &lt;br /&gt;You can't judge people, period!&lt;br /&gt;I love the depeche mode song 'Walking in My Shoes' from their songs of faith and devotion album. It pretty much sums up how I try to take people most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that alot of times if someone is a little scary looking I will be apprehensive about approaching them but as I get to know them I will either allow myself to continue to become closer to them or distance myself from them. Depending on whether or not they are out "to get gain" or they are "to serve others". &lt;br /&gt;I try to serve as much as possible. There have been times that jodi is home with all the kids and going crazy and i'm trying to fulfill my priesthood responsibilities in helping others around the ward as the situations arise.&lt;br /&gt;I have found in life the more you fulfill your church callings or you strive to keep the commandments or keep those covenants to be a true disciple of christ you are blessed. I have found so many instances in my life where I've continued to strive to put one foot in front of the other in the right direction when things just so happen to walk me in a positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that being away from the church is not the person that I am supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;There was a period of my life where I was drinking 'the bitter cup' and became reviled by the person I was. My soul was in torture because it knew that I was going against what I knew was true. Not just knowledge but deep internal fiber of my personal being knowing, so I can honestly say that I KNOW that going against the principles of the doctrine of christ isn't the correct direction for me. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see people that you love and that you look up too and idolize fall away. It shakes you up a bit and makes you question things. It helps to solidify your own protective barriers you have for your personal ethics and values.&lt;br /&gt;Parenthood is the greatest blessing and blessed headache you will ever have in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been told from a couple people that parenthood is likened unto having your heart ripped from your chest and running around rampant. I can attest to that. I love each and every one of my little men. I would do absolutely anything for any of them. But I can also tell you that trying to give them a decent amount of time is also difficult. They all want you all at the same time ALL the time and as those of you who have more than one child know. THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE. You do the best you can and most the time you feel like your failing miserably but you always thank the heavens that god has granted you with patience to be able to handle all of them at once and the ability to turn your ears to the volume of DEAF when they are all screaming at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason you just obtain this capability of tuning them all out!&lt;br /&gt;But parenthood is to not be taken lightly either. You are the childs EVERYTHING. Every little thing that you do and try to be and are they will mimic ten fold. You want to give your children everything their heart desires and be the best person that child needs. But then you realize that you too are only human and that they will never be able to get everything they want. Because that would be disastrous for them.&lt;br /&gt;A big family isn't for everyone, but it is for me. &lt;br /&gt;There have been so many times where people will be so suprised with how many children i've got and the space that we have had our children and thought "what are you trying to do to that poor wife of yours" my response is. WE, both of us. Jodi and I both decided ever since we started dating that our family was comprised of 6 children and for some INSANE reason, our father in heaven has felt that we deserve so far 5 of the 6 children. I know that each of them has been such an amazing miracle to even obtain them and then to have them enrich our family. &lt;br /&gt;Most of my married life has been trying to figure out how i'm going to provide for this family, which is why I am currently working through the prerequisites to get into nursing school at either SLCC, UVU, or MATC. &lt;br /&gt;I have loved the opportunity to continue my education. Ever since I went back to school at provo college I realized a couple things. The first was that it is possible to obtain your dreams and achieve your goals and that life will continue to take you through twists and turns and obstacles. You have got to stay focused if you ever, EVER want to amount to anything in this life. There are so many people who are a Jack of All Trades but master of none. &lt;br /&gt;The question I have for myself is do I have a strong enough will and desire to stay focused on the goal of getting my family out of this predicament. &lt;br /&gt;If you can dream it you can achieve it. You don't allow anything to get in your way of your dreams. YOU do have the power to change your course and do what YOU want to do. Keep opening those doors for yourself. Don't let stumbling blocks stop you from picking yourself back up and continuing to put one foot in front of the next.&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING is possible!&lt;br /&gt;Well I've ranted for nearly an hour. Hopefully it doesn't take that long to read through my collected thoughts, as scattered as they were. Thanks to all of you for being such great support. For having foot steps in my life no matter how large or small. I love you and and look forward to the day when we are all partying in the eternities, knowing that we ALL obtained the eternal salvation we ALL were aiming for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-9097214072213527499?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/9097214072213527499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=9097214072213527499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/9097214072213527499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/9097214072213527499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/02/jake-wrote-little-about-me-or-my-self.html' title='Jake wrote: A little about me or, my self actualization. *remember Rocky and Bullwinkle*'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-2613943867688718344</id><published>2009-01-09T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:32:56.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!!!</title><content type='html'>So this week is one of those were I am thinking I need a refund. It has been one problem after another.  Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Our car breaks down.  I drove it to work and turn the car off and it keeps making this LOUD humming sound.  I don't know anything about cars so I went into work just figuring that it is cold and cars make grumpy noises when they are cold.  Well I got off of work and the battery is dead.  Not good I still have to go and pick up Jeff from school.  So I ran back into work and a coworker gave me a ride to the other office where my sister-in-law Nicole works because nicole said she would take me to get Jeff.  Later on that night when we were able to go and pick up the car we find out that the noise was coming from the ABS sensor.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Izack age 5 told JT age 3 to throw a pan through the window that goes to the garage in the front room to see if the window would break.  Guess what windows break.  The only reason why I didn't get mad and fly off the handle is because that window is going to soon be the door way to a new bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-was a pretty quite day.  The boys were good and nothing big happened.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Jake was doing laundry and spilled laundry soap behind the dryer he decided that he would clean it up while the dryer was on and he bumped the plug causing the dryer to quit working.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday-we took the car to the dealer to see what exactly is going on and find out that the parts it needs comes to a total of $2700.  Not exactly what we can afford luckily we are buying the car from my sis and her hubby and they said that they would pick up the bill and we would split the bill in half and just add it onto what we owe them for the car.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that nothing else happens.  I am tired of being tried.  What lesson am I supposed to learn from all of this?  I am grateful that Heavenly Father loves me but can't he show it with just one trial at a time?  &lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this week is that there are some men in the ward who have volunteered their time to turn the garage into a bedroom for us before the baby comes.  which is in about 7 weeks or less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-2613943867688718344?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/2613943867688718344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=2613943867688718344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2613943867688718344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2613943867688718344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-week.html' title='What a week!!!'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-1571028974098729137</id><published>2008-12-23T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:55:16.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress of Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SVD7qXNBFrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/su8inKmmdLo/s1600-h/Edward-and-Bell-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SVD7qXNBFrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/su8inKmmdLo/s200/Edward-and-Bell-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282999068107282098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down a little bit more and decided I am going to keep working on the twilight picture. At this point I've decided to no longer continue the silly phase thing and just post with a description of the progression. In this new image you can see how I've started to work through the details of the hair and darken some on the faces to give the image more contrast. You can also start to see how I am beginning to work on their clothes as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm concerned that Bella is not looking to much like the actress but maybe thats just me. Artists tend to be their worst critiques.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-1571028974098729137?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/1571028974098729137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=1571028974098729137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/1571028974098729137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/1571028974098729137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/12/progress-of-twilight.html' title='Progress of Twilight'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SVD7qXNBFrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/su8inKmmdLo/s72-c/Edward-and-Bell-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-4064247649721578031</id><published>2008-11-29T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:16:51.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving day bummer</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a good thanksgiving.  Not here in the Putnam house.  It all started out well but in the end it turned out to be a real lousy thanksgiving.  &lt;br /&gt;This was the first year ever that Jakes parents have ever invited us up to their house for Thanksgiving dinner.  I was ok with going up there HONESTLY.  I was going to take some food from my parents house to eat.  For those of you who don't know I have a problem eating at certain places, I am trying to get over it but I just don't trust people.  So we were over at my parents waiting for the food to get done so I could grab my plate and go to Salt Lake.  Jeffery asked me if Grandma and Grandpa Putnam were going to have Candied yams and I told him to ask Jake.  So Jake called and asked them and they said yes but there are Walnuts on them.  I freaked out.  I am MAJORLY allergic to nuts.  I know I was taking my own food, but even then the boys couldn't eat anything with nuts on.  If they eat nuts and kiss me on the cheek I get a rash on my face.  So rather than letting them eat nuts and avoiding them giving loves and such I just don't allow nuts.  So needless to say we didn't go up there and it is all my fault because Jakes family feels like it is a personal attack on them because I wouldn't allow my kids to eat there.  Jakes family even knows that I am allergic to nuts so I feel that it was a personal attack on me.  Jakes sister said well we have different food but there is always the what-if they touched the food without nuts and the food with nuts with the same spoon I would still have a reaction.  So blog readers give me your opinion I think that it was rude and they should try harder to accomadate me for my food allergies since it is MESSING WITH MY LIFE!!!!!  But they think that I am just being rude by not allowing my kids to eat there.  My mother in law is allergic to cats really badly and I make sure my kids don't touch the neighbors cat if we are going up to their house to visit them.  Maybe next time we go up there I will rub the cat all over them to make sure they have plenty of cat dander on them after all they have the right to be able to play with cats right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-4064247649721578031?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/4064247649721578031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=4064247649721578031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4064247649721578031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4064247649721578031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day-bummer.html' title='Thanksgiving day bummer'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-1072588765568731572</id><published>2008-10-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:39:06.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaarrrggghhhh</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was getting the boys ready for bed Jeffery comes up to me and says he needs to throw up.  So I told him to go to the bathroom.  Well he went and stood by the bathroom door and started to to throw up on the carpet.  I yelled at him to get into the bathroom and he ran in and put the toilet seat up and started to puke in there.  However I don't know how it happened but there was puke EVEYWHERE.  Even on the wall behind him.  Honestly he was pointing his face to the toilet but I had a GIANT mess to clean up.  &lt;br /&gt;While I was cleaning up the bathroom (something that I am not supposed to do because of certain complications), but I wasnt about ready to let the bathroom sit and stink not to mention I had to go and I was not going to sit in puke.  So while I was cleaning I had my cleaning bucket next to me that has all of the cleaning sprays and what not in it I hear JT say "I didn't spray that in my mouth."  So I immediatly stopped what I was doing and I asked him what he sprayed in his mouth and he showed me the bottle of Clorox disinfecting spray and I grabbed him and smelt his breath.  I couldnt smell anything but the back of the bottle says to call the poison control center immediatly and give him lots of water to drink.  He has done this before only with furniture polish and poison control told me then that he would have to drink a lot to have any effect and to just make him drink water.  SO I had to force him to drink water.  He wasnt very happy and needless to say I didn't sleep well cause everytime I heard him cough throughout the night I ran into his room to make sure he was ok and not throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love being a mom and enjoying all lifes little surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-1072588765568731572?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/1072588765568731572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=1072588765568731572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/1072588765568731572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/1072588765568731572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/10/aaaarrrggghhhh.html' title='aaaarrrggghhhh'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-6076039483314110368</id><published>2008-10-04T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:05:35.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase II &amp; Beginning Phase III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOgg6AmqsII/AAAAAAAAAFc/daXweDfkneY/s1600-h/Edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOgg6AmqsII/AAAAAAAAAFc/daXweDfkneY/s200/Edward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253485146294366338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOgg12N6hbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FNwMjYC-HRE/s1600-h/Edward-and-Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOgg12N6hbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FNwMjYC-HRE/s200/Edward-and-Bella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253485074786715058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOggu1yYYnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IoE1Mhn0I_o/s1600-h/Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOggu1yYYnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IoE1Mhn0I_o/s200/Bella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253484954412147314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this phase you will see a little more rendering on Edward and progression on Bella. So far I have 9 to 10 hours on Edward's face alone and I would say probably 5 hours on Bella's I will soon start rendering their clothes and then the real tedious task of working on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to first knock out the most important aspects of the image which is the likeness of the actor that plays Edward and then the actress that plays Bella since I feel they are the real focal point of the piece. &lt;br /&gt;I am still interested to know what you great people in cyber-land think of the image. I appreciate your compliments but any constructive criticism would be very appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-6076039483314110368?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/6076039483314110368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=6076039483314110368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6076039483314110368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6076039483314110368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/10/phase-ii-beginning-phase-iii.html' title='Phase II &amp; Beginning Phase III'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOgg6AmqsII/AAAAAAAAAFc/daXweDfkneY/s72-c/Edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-8524677140934099493</id><published>2008-10-01T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:45:53.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling and homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOP9kTQs2wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1oG75eFIB2k/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOP9kTQs2wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1oG75eFIB2k/s200/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252320390531570434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Jeffery is in the first grade now he gets to do homework every night.  I am horrible when it comes to remembering to help him get his homework done.  I had a hard enough time getting mine done when I was in school.  Anyways he has spelling words that he has to go through during the week.   This week one of the words was "WE"  and since we have a nintendo wii when Jake asked him to spell WE he said "that one is easy wii"  Jake and I kinda chuckled a bit and then told him that it is a different wii then we and told him the correct spelling.  He got 100 percent on his test though I was nervous as to how he would spell it under pressure.  He is doing awsome this year in school  I am so proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-8524677140934099493?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/8524677140934099493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=8524677140934099493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8524677140934099493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8524677140934099493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/10/spelling-and-homework.html' title='Spelling and homework'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SOP9kTQs2wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1oG75eFIB2k/s72-c/IMG_2490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-3323737025366577507</id><published>2008-09-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:45:20.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase II Progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SNnF2Lpy1WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l78S_qj3ZDg/s1600-h/IMG_2975small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SNnF2Lpy1WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l78S_qj3ZDg/s200/IMG_2975small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249444375308719458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here is another picture of the Edward Face I have probably put another 4-6 hours more into his face and I have started working on his hair. You can see its more of a dark and moody picture as apposed to earlier when he seemed a little happier. But I think it looks closer to the actor than before. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-3323737025366577507?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/3323737025366577507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=3323737025366577507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3323737025366577507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3323737025366577507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/09/phase-ii-progression.html' title='Phase II Progression'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SNnF2Lpy1WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l78S_qj3ZDg/s72-c/IMG_2975small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-4882638985356512076</id><published>2008-09-14T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:44:41.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Project Phase II:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2v9AsYEUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ExvdZANWzg/s1600-h/Twilight-twilight-series-1208843_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2v9AsYEUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ExvdZANWzg/s200/Twilight-twilight-series-1208843_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246042603649503554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2vw3IVBdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NZ4V6oPrcto/s1600-h/IMG_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2vw3IVBdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NZ4V6oPrcto/s200/IMG_2601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246042394923959762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this next phase you can see that I am starting to develop the male figure in the picture. &lt;br /&gt;I need your help faithful blog viewers. I am desperately trying to make this image look like the actor it is trying to portray. All I need from you is to tell me whether you feel like it looks like the actor I am trying to portray in this blog post you will see the progression of the image and a picture of the actor. Do you think it looks like him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-4882638985356512076?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/4882638985356512076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=4882638985356512076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4882638985356512076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4882638985356512076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-project-phase-ii.html' title='Twilight Project Phase II:'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2v9AsYEUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1ExvdZANWzg/s72-c/Twilight-twilight-series-1208843_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-592005828606067181</id><published>2008-09-14T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:39:46.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Project Phase I:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2usKuMTdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LChg1nlY484/s1600-h/IMG_2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2usKuMTdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LChg1nlY484/s200/IMG_2596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246041214772071890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next piece of artwork Jake is working on is a picture about the movie Twilight. &lt;br /&gt;In this first phase airbrush was applied to an illustration board and the locations where there is the highest highlight points are erased back. You can see the rudementary shapes that will become the details of each of the people and what will become the tree in the image&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-592005828606067181?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/592005828606067181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=592005828606067181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/592005828606067181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/592005828606067181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight-project.html' title='Twilight Project Phase I:'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SM2usKuMTdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LChg1nlY484/s72-c/IMG_2596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-3552127671244344413</id><published>2008-09-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:46:54.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY DONE WITH PANDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SMLQGRcVnEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l9hAR5sZOT0/s1600-h/Pandas-Final-Darkened-9x5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SMLQGRcVnEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l9hAR5sZOT0/s200/Pandas-Final-Darkened-9x5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242981722392730690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake has been working on a picture of Panda Bears four almost 3 years now and is finally finished with the image. For your viewing pleasure it is available to be seen. Shortly we will post the link to be able to purchase a print of the image if you are interested. If you would like one before that time contact jake or jodi at Jakeputt@yahoo.com or jlh_84003@yahoo.com thanks for the view. All comments are appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-3552127671244344413?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/3552127671244344413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=3552127671244344413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3552127671244344413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3552127671244344413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-done-with-pandas.html' title='FINALLY DONE WITH PANDAS'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28WnkdXF704/SMLQGRcVnEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l9hAR5sZOT0/s72-c/Pandas-Final-Darkened-9x5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-8148080575582471805</id><published>2008-08-19T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:52:21.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>Jeffery started school yesterday August 18.  He was so excited for school to start that he asked me on Sunday around 10 in the morning how long it would be until he could go to bed so it could be Monday.  He was upset that he had to wait until after church to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning I woke up at 6:30 and was just laying in bed and he came in running at 6:45 asking if it was time to wake up for school.  When I told him yes he got all excited and got his shower, got dressed and ate his breakfast without me telling him what to do.  It is so nice that he is becoming more independent.  &lt;br /&gt;I really hope he has a good year this year cause last year he HATED kindergarten.  I think it was just because his teacher had no patients with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-8148080575582471805?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/8148080575582471805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=8148080575582471805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8148080575582471805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8148080575582471805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-4076232352165210235</id><published>2008-07-30T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:47:43.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days off</title><content type='html'>I love having a day off in the middle of the week once in a while.  I know my job is not that hard I just sit around all day and wait for the Doctors to send me a victim (to get their blood drawn).  I do love spending time with my boys and they love the fact that we don't have to go anywhere or do anything all day if we don't want to.  With my day off today I was able to get my laundry done which I usually do on Saturdays but hopefully this will make it so that we can go do something fun on Saturday.  I also have to get the house ready for Jeffery's 6th birthday tomarrow.  We are going to have friends and family over for pizza and cake and ice cream.  Jeffery has been asking all month long how long until his birthday.  And today he has been walking around singing "Tommarrow is my birthday, I get to be the birthday boy yeah, yeah, yeah."  It is kindof weird that my oldest will now be 6 years old and going into first grade.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am glad to have a couple of days off to be lazy being prego sure takes a lot out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-4076232352165210235?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/4076232352165210235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=4076232352165210235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4076232352165210235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4076232352165210235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/07/days-off.html' title='Days off'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-6292652408399764868</id><published>2008-07-22T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:43:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory tag</title><content type='html'>I have seen this on several of my friends' blogs, so I thought it was high time I joined in the shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mission, should you choose to accept it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together*. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave you a memory. If you leave a comment I'll assume your playing the game, and Ill come to your blog and leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw- since this is technically the family's blog you can post a memory about one member of the family, or the whole fam, whichever you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-6292652408399764868?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/6292652408399764868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=6292652408399764868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6292652408399764868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6292652408399764868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-tag.html' title='Memory tag'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-8079433539071534908</id><published>2008-07-02T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:41:54.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay 2 pink lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SGxXx3lHsYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wzD5ApiFCek/s1600-h/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SGxXx3lHsYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wzD5ApiFCek/s200/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218642582460412290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks we have done it again.  We have decided to have baby number 5.  Maybe this time it will be a girl.  Not that we don't love our boys, but it would be nice to have a girl in the house to balance out all the testosterone.&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I are very excited but at the same time a little bit nervous.  It will be a big adjustment to go from 4-5 kids but it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;We are due on March 2, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-8079433539071534908?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/8079433539071534908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=8079433539071534908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8079433539071534908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8079433539071534908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-2-pink-lines.html' title='Yay 2 pink lines'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SGxXx3lHsYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wzD5ApiFCek/s72-c/IMG_0182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-6820221399963553692</id><published>2008-06-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:39:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SGJmOE_dOzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WMdfTnmLQ1w/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SGJmOE_dOzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WMdfTnmLQ1w/s200/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215843710492556082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 29th birthday to the most wonderful man in my life.  I will love you always and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-6820221399963553692?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/6820221399963553692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=6820221399963553692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6820221399963553692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6820221399963553692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='Happy Birthday Jake'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SGJmOE_dOzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WMdfTnmLQ1w/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-8014162885450585718</id><published>2008-06-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:00:56.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SFnZCF-u-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/epRLPxxC6a4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SFnZCF-u-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/epRLPxxC6a4/s200/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436673646328514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting out of my car the other day my keys decided to jump out of my hands. And this is where they ended up.  I had to call the cops to help get my key out of the door cause they got locked in.  It was so funny.  I think it made the cops day cause he just couldn't stop laughing.  Leave it to me to do something like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-8014162885450585718?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/8014162885450585718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=8014162885450585718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8014162885450585718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8014162885450585718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/06/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SFnZCF-u-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/epRLPxxC6a4/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-5929188613616290988</id><published>2008-06-02T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:53:47.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;You Are Cinderella!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Cinderella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dignified and hard working. With a gentle and soft-spoken manner you have something many people don't. Patience. Even through the moments of heartbreak you're still able to hold onto all of your hopes and dreams. Bide your time; your dream will come true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-5929188613616290988?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/5929188613616290988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=5929188613616290988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/5929188613616290988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/5929188613616290988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-cinderella-dignified-and-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-4390091703352755095</id><published>2008-05-27T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:40:57.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are some mornings when this is how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDzTjI2EtfI/AAAAAAAAADs/TLdK8vFRbLk/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205267869956617714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDzTjI2EtfI/AAAAAAAAADs/TLdK8vFRbLk/s200/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I still want to be doing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDzTjY2EtgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hId4RAFVNfY/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205267874251585026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDzTjY2EtgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hId4RAFVNfY/s200/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how I wish that life was simple once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-4390091703352755095?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/4390091703352755095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=4390091703352755095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4390091703352755095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4390091703352755095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/05/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDzTjI2EtfI/AAAAAAAAADs/TLdK8vFRbLk/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-1345837916059290186</id><published>2008-05-24T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:13:16.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDg-jY2EtcI/AAAAAAAAADU/0zBq0WKBenI/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978147112203714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDg-jY2EtcI/AAAAAAAAADU/0zBq0WKBenI/s200/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDg-VY2EtbI/AAAAAAAAADM/EeJDn8_FSa8/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203977906594035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDg-VY2EtbI/AAAAAAAAADM/EeJDn8_FSa8/s200/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Jake and I went to The Cure concert at the E-center. I'll have to admit I had a good time. As long as I had my earplugs in the concert was great I know what you are thinking but your wrong I could actually hear the words of the songs with the plugs in my ears. Then there was an IDIOT sitting 2 people down from us who decided he needed a smoke so he lit up right in the middle of the concert and you guessed it I narced. Since I figured nobody wanted me to puke all over them I asked the security guard to tell him to get rid of his cig. That just irritates me when a person who smokes doesn't care about the people around them. Why cant they just kill themselves in the privacy of there own home without effecting other peoples health. &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/1382500071073998099-1345837916059290186?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/1345837916059290186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=1345837916059290186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/1345837916059290186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/1345837916059290186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/05/cure.html' title='The Cure'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SDg-jY2EtcI/AAAAAAAAADU/0zBq0WKBenI/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-3736597462183257663</id><published>2008-05-12T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:41:47.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Name Tag</title><content type='html'>Middle Name Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged from my friend Jillian to describe myself using the letters of my middle name. I will do it for my boys as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi&lt;br /&gt;L: Loveable&lt;br /&gt;Y: Y'all will miss me when I am gone (digging deep :))&lt;br /&gt;N: Neat Freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffery&lt;br /&gt;R: Rambunctious&lt;br /&gt;O: Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;B: Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;E: Energetic&lt;br /&gt;R: Right there when you need him&lt;br /&gt;T: Tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izack&lt;br /&gt;J: Joyful&lt;br /&gt;A: Actor&lt;br /&gt;C: Cool&lt;br /&gt;O: Optomistic&lt;br /&gt;B: Best Friend to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathon&lt;br /&gt;T: Thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;H: Happy--this kid always smiles even when he is crying or sick&lt;br /&gt;O: Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;M: Mama's boy&lt;br /&gt;A: Awsome&lt;br /&gt;S: Shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikeal&lt;br /&gt;J: Joker&lt;br /&gt;O: Ornery (you thought I would say Optimistic)&lt;br /&gt;S: Smart&lt;br /&gt;E: Excitable&lt;br /&gt;P: Plays hard (loves to get dirty)&lt;br /&gt;H: Hard to please (he is always looking at you like your some sort of idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob (Hubby)&lt;br /&gt;W: Wants to help anywhere he can&lt;br /&gt;A: Awsome...Best dad in the world cause he gets up with the baby Most nights. Artist would work too.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yacker-Loves to talk and talk and talk and talk&lt;br /&gt;N: Not a neat freak&lt;br /&gt;E: Energetic--so that is where the boys get it from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so some of my answers are Lame Lame Lame. But atleast I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Kelsi, and Kristi, and whomever else that wants to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-3736597462183257663?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/3736597462183257663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=3736597462183257663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3736597462183257663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/3736597462183257663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/05/middle-name-tag-i-got-tagged-from-my.html' title='Middle Name Tag'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-6846565383501701041</id><published>2008-05-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:38:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will work for food!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SCPGtD-Qq4I/AAAAAAAAACk/SseSO1kb2fg/s1600-h/HPIM2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198216872378542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SCPGtD-Qq4I/AAAAAAAAACk/SseSO1kb2fg/s200/HPIM2286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was doing laundry the other day and J.T. insisted on helping me with the laundry.  I guess it is never to early to start learning how to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198216541666061170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SCPGZz-Qq3I/AAAAAAAAACc/1YpXuvU4f9g/s200/HPIM2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-6846565383501701041?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/6846565383501701041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=6846565383501701041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6846565383501701041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6846565383501701041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-work-for-food.html' title='Will work for food!!!'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SCPGtD-Qq4I/AAAAAAAAACk/SseSO1kb2fg/s72-c/HPIM2286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-5086025854396055909</id><published>2008-05-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:14:13.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Dinner Time yet?</title><content type='html'>Ok so last night Jake told the boys that if they were good all day today and ate all their dinner that he would get his action figures out and let them play.  Well this morning when Izack woke up he asked me if it was dinner time yet so he could eat his dinner to play with daddies Iron Man toys.  He was very disappointed that he had to wait ALL day to eat dinner and play with daddies toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-5086025854396055909?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/5086025854396055909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=5086025854396055909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/5086025854396055909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/5086025854396055909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-dinner-time-yet.html' title='Is it Dinner Time yet?'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-6341699424166924106</id><published>2008-05-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:42:34.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqBEzGewyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/krUgfAB5_ts/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195607039562138402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqBEzGewyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/krUgfAB5_ts/s200/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Husband Tag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;1.What is his nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;Jacob Wayne Putnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;2. Who eats more? Jake definitely&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;3. Who said I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;you first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; Jake did I am too shy and he is very bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;4. Who is taller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;5. Who is smarter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; It depends on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; the subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;6. Who is more sensitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqDWTGew0I/AAAAAAAAACE/uJXjsdHO-EM/s1600-h/P1010231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195609539233104706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqDWTGew0I/AAAAAAAAACE/uJXjsdHO-EM/s200/P1010231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;7.Who does the laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;8. Who sleeps on the right side of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; the bed? Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;9. Who pays the bills? Both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;10. Who cooks more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;I do...I don't allow Jake to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;11. What meals do you cook together? I cook them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqEQzGew1I/AAAAAAAAACM/SlZJAYSMTqQ/s1600-h/jake+and+jodi+best+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195610544255451986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqEQzGew1I/AAAAAAAAACM/SlZJAYSMTqQ/s200/jake+and+jodi+best+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;12. Who is more stubborn? ME!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;13. Who is the first to admit they're wrong? Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqE1zGew2I/AAAAAAAAACU/jxbFPHy3GIM/s1600-h/Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195611179910611810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqE1zGew2I/AAAAAAAAACU/jxbFPHy3GIM/s200/Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;14. Who is more clean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;Me, I'm a clean obsessive compulsive freak! Unless it comes to our kids playing then he freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; out if they get all muddy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;15. Who has more siblings? I do ...9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;16. Who wears the pants in the relationship? We are equal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;17. What do you like to do together? Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;18. Who eats more sweets? I do Jake says my blood is full of sugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;19. Guilty pleasures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqCfTGewzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/I28bDYeW_Cg/s1600-h/HPIM1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195608594340299570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqCfTGewzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/I28bDYeW_Cg/s200/HPIM1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt; Video games, collecting toys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;20. How did you meet? My cousin is his best friend. I slept over at my cousins house when I was a sophmore and he was a junior. I knew the moment we met we would be together. And 6 years later we were married&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;21. Who asked who out first? Jake asked me out and kept asking me out until I finally said yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;22. Who kissed who first? Jake kissed me. He was my first kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;23. Who proposed?Jake did his dad had to tell him to get on his knee and ask me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;24. His best features? His Eyes, dimples gotta love-em&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;25. What is his greatest quality?His personality. The way he can play with our boys like he is their age. He can talk to anyone and become friends almost immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-6341699424166924106?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/6341699424166924106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=6341699424166924106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6341699424166924106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/6341699424166924106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/05/husband-tag-1.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBqBEzGewyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/krUgfAB5_ts/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-2520120319329563148</id><published>2008-04-29T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:03:46.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved her then but how do I love her now</title><content type='html'>In my last post I listed all the wonderful things that happened when we first started dating. But here it is 6 years later and several kids down the road. Now don't get me wrong it hasn't been the easiest journey in the world. There have been some very VERY difficult road bumps but I couldn't imagine anyone else that I would've wanted to experience them with *through eyes that started to get watery*. Jodi has been the most amazing woman I have ever meet from the moment that I started getting to know her personally. At first I was just trying to impress her and try to show her how strong I was but at the same time impress her with my intellect and how considerate I was of her feelings. But as relationships usually go I started to show her the lazy and weak side of me. I hope that she didn't feel like she didn't really know me when she said the eternal "yes". I know that she was very suprised with certain aspects of my personality that kind of felt like I had sprang on her or she felt were completely resolved. Even YEARS after we had told one another that we would be with each other for all of eternity. I know that we can both be difficult some times. But I am so grateful that the woman that lays beside me in bed every night wants me there. She wants to be next to me, even when it feels like no one else in the world would even fathom it. She has forgiven me for so much and she continues to love me and she sees me fail over and over again and she continues to love me. Even though its hard some times to want to wrap her arms around me after we both agree and resolve that there isnt anyone else that each of us would rather be with. We hold one another and continue to realize that what we are feeling together is real and tangible and it is a divine gift from god. That the love we share together is such an amazing blessing that he has bestowed upon us and through that love we have created 4 amazing and beautiful children. He has felt in his immense heart that an incredibly unworthy soul such as myself deserves to take care of his children for a short while and the best part is that he has given her to me because he knows that I couldn't do it alone and I know that she is the absolute best candidate to help me when I fall so short.&lt;br /&gt;I always look at her in amazement with how strong of a person she is and how together she is when i'm a complete train wreck of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;After almost 7 amazing years together she has become more beautiful and fascinating and motherly and softened and generous and kind hearted and the absolute best thing tha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBgLfjGewxI/AAAAAAAAABs/4tkLsRaLZBQ/s1600-h/Jake+and+Jodi+SMooch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBgLfjGewxI/AAAAAAAAABs/4tkLsRaLZBQ/s200/Jake+and+Jodi+SMooch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194914806798140178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t has ever happened to me. Love takes one day at a time, one minute, one second. It is our choice as to whether we want the love to grow or to recede. It's not easy but knowing that the greatest blessing in your life will always be in your bed beside you at the end of the day will always be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you from now until forever Jodi Lyn Putnam. You are my everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-2520120319329563148?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/2520120319329563148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=2520120319329563148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2520120319329563148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2520120319329563148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-loved-her-then-but-how-do-i-love-her.html' title='I loved her then but how do I love her now'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBgLfjGewxI/AAAAAAAAABs/4tkLsRaLZBQ/s72-c/Jake+and+Jodi+SMooch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-605262940564109989</id><published>2008-04-27T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:24:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says you need paper to create artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVTEjGewwI/AAAAAAAAABk/GBG6ZngNv4g/s1600-h/HPIM2283small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVTEjGewwI/AAAAAAAAABk/GBG6ZngNv4g/s200/HPIM2283small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194149082848740098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVS7DGewvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dhw2uHMFuFE/s1600-h/HPIM2284small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVS7DGewvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dhw2uHMFuFE/s200/HPIM2284small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194148919639982834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVSxTGewuI/AAAAAAAAABU/AABCDoiwsew/s1600-h/HPIM2285small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVSxTGewuI/AAAAAAAAABU/AABCDoiwsew/s200/HPIM2285small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194148752136258274" border="0" /&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;This is what happens when we don't keep our eyes on our little ones every minute of every day.  The picture on Izacks foot is a Bee on his leg is a flower, and JT is sporting a mustache.  Don't they look great?  Sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and realize they are only little for a little while.  They have great imaginations--don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-605262940564109989?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/605262940564109989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=605262940564109989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/605262940564109989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/605262940564109989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-says-you-need-paper-to-create.html' title='Who says you need paper to create artwork'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/SBVTEjGewwI/AAAAAAAAABk/GBG6ZngNv4g/s72-c/HPIM2283small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-996340583758017821</id><published>2008-04-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:58:47.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Boys</title><content type='html'>Jeffery Age 5:  Jeffery is a very wonderful boy.  He is the big brother of the group.  He is always watching out for his younger brothers.  He is very smart and he knows just how to push your buttons.  He can be very loving but he also has a temper.  Jeffery likes to play video games and he is very good at them.   He also likes to play with his "sisters" the dogs (Daisy and Duke) in the back yard.  He is good at making friends and wants everyone to be his friend.  In fact when we went to Disneyland he talked to everyone who would listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Izack&lt;/span&gt; Age 4:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izack&lt;/span&gt; is the funniest kid.  He has the best sense of humor.  He loves to play the copycat game and does very well when it starts to get annoying.  He likes to make up silly sayings. Right now his favorite thing to talk about is potatoes.  Don't know why he just puts potato in every sentence that he says.  He loves to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt; Age 2:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt; is our quiet one.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let that full you he can and will cause trouble when you are not looking.  He loves kisses and hugs.  His favorite toys are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Super dog&lt;/span&gt; and Bat dog he carries them everywhere.  He loves to go outside and play with the Dogs.  He will just sit  down with  them and let them lick him  and he just giggles.  He is a very happy boy.  ALWAYS smiling even when he is sick.  He is very curious about everything and wants to know what everything does.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikeal&lt;/span&gt; Age 1:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mikeal&lt;/span&gt; (Mike-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;)  He is a little stinker very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;.  He has the funniest personality.  His favorite things to do is stand in a semi squat and yell Hi-Ya like karate.  He has to always have a toy in his hands if your sitting next to him he will give you a toy and then you have to play fight with him.  He also throws the best fits.  We have wood floors in the bedrooms and carpet in the front room and tv room  well if he is throwing a fit in one of the carpeted rooms he will scoot on his back until he reaches either the lenolium or the wood floors and then start banging his head.  I think that it is the funniest to watch him throw his fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-996340583758017821?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/996340583758017821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=996340583758017821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/996340583758017821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/996340583758017821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-boys.html' title='Our Boys'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-9177332665872268033</id><published>2008-04-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:41:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A way that you will hardly see Jodi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/R_-GdnzEoLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S5ILjyWlUWI/s1600-h/IMAG0012+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/R_-GdnzEoLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S5ILjyWlUWI/s400/IMAG0012+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188013139211624626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/R_-GXHzEoKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_DSr4CPQFoI/s1600-h/IMAG0008+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/R_-GXHzEoKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_DSr4CPQFoI/s400/IMAG0008+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188013027542474914" border="0" /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what jodi looks like WITH make up on. I personally think that it makes her look hottiness and I keep trying to pester her about wearing it SOMETIME for me on special occasions but she continues to be stubborn and refuses. But thats ok I still think that she is the most amazing and beautiful girl in the history of EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-9177332665872268033?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/9177332665872268033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=9177332665872268033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/9177332665872268033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/9177332665872268033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/way-that-you-will-hardly-see-jodi.html' title='A way that you will hardly see Jodi'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28WnkdXF704/R_-GdnzEoLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S5ILjyWlUWI/s72-c/IMAG0012+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-4984008663347630654</id><published>2008-04-10T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:23:09.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Jodi</title><content type='html'>When I meet Jodi many years ago the first contact I had with her was over the phone, and I thought she sounded like the most lovely woman I would meet ever. Since it was night time when I called her I wouldn't be able to meet this vision of loveliness until the next day. She was the cousin of my best friend and she was at his house at the time. So the next day I came over to the house even though my friend wasn't there just to meet her. When I saw her I realized what I felt was something that I couldn't describe so I was compelled to walk her back down to my parents house ON THE FIRST DAY SHE MET ME! While we were walking I grabbed her hand in mine, something else that I wasn't familiar with at the time and we walked hand in hand down to my families house and these undescribable emotions continued to build within me. Well she went to my house and then we went back to my friends house all the while I was loving the company that we had together and I hugged her. When our bodies connected with one another I bolt of lightening surged throughout my entire being. I knew that this girl was special. But as time progressed the feelings faded and I didn't see her for a few years. My friend was married to his wife and I anticipated seeing her again. Although the only hug that we had was the first one many years ago I once again felt a connection with her when I saw her again. During the duration of the reception I also walked with her around the outer parameter of the building and I took her alone and I wanted to kiss her. I knew I loved the feelings that I felt being around her but I didn't really do anything about them until the third meeting which took place many years later and I felt I didn't want her to slip away a third time. We didn't have any relationship but I felt like we had already meant to be with one another. I felt guilty for kissing another girl even though all we were doing for a month was talk on the phone. Something in me just wanted her and only her. So we started dating and she was kind enough to take a chance on me. The first kiss we shared with one another was a million times more amazing than our first hug. Our courtship was electrifying and every time I kiss her now its all the years and all the emotion and turmoil and love and amazement and granduer and every emotion a single being could ever imagine all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so fortunate that god has loved me enough to give me her. There are so many times in life every single day that I look at her and think, how could I ever amount to the greatness that she posseses within her. Every time I hold her its that same hug we felt so many years ago only a million times more amazing. I love her so much and I could never fathom wanting to be with anyone but her.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that the two of us will have one another for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I could ever hope to be spiritually emotionally and mentally. I've known since the beginning that we shared something amazing and now every single day of our lives I am able to continue to feel that forever.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-4984008663347630654?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/4984008663347630654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=4984008663347630654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4984008663347630654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4984008663347630654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-love-jodi.html' title='Why I love Jodi'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-5525893916629889923</id><published>2008-04-10T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:25:36.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubby ROCKS</title><content type='html'>Jake and I bought the movie Enchanted and the soundtrack.  And you know the song "How does she know that you love her."  Well we were listening to that song on the soundtrack and I was like you never do any of those things.  On Monday Jake dropped me off at work and it was a Gray day so he went across the street and bought me Yellow Roses because the sky was gray.  Jake loves surprise me with things like that all the time.  He is the sweetest guy I know.  I honestly don't see what he sees in me because I am lame lame lame.   Oh well though I love him for the person he is now and the person he will be in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-5525893916629889923?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/5525893916629889923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=5525893916629889923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/5525893916629889923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/5525893916629889923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-hubby-rocks.html' title='My Hubby ROCKS'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-4150670965233691496</id><published>2008-04-04T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:52:02.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars are so overrated</title><content type='html'>So today we had to put our car in the shop because not only was the check engine light on but it was flashing at us.  Jake and I thought that it was just the catalatic converter and that it would be a $500 fix, but when I told the mechanic that the engine light was flashing he said that the car needed a tune up as well.  (which was an extra $100.)  So needless to say we had to spend alot of money just so our car will run right and turn that dang engine light off.  I guess it could be worse we could have a car payment and also have to pay for repairs so that would be the blessing.  Maybe one day we will be rich enough to just dump a car when it starts having problems and buy a brandnew one.  But honestly I am happy with what I got it gets us to where we need to go.  And as long as I am not walking when it is freezing cold or extremly hot I am fine with putting up with a few tantrums my car decides to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-4150670965233691496?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/4150670965233691496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=4150670965233691496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4150670965233691496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/4150670965233691496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/cars-are-so-overrated.html' title='Cars are so overrated'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-7374584534617875240</id><published>2008-04-02T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:56:58.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>We went to Disneyland March 8-16, 2008.  It was so much fun.  We drove down and suprisingly the boys did very well in the car.  Of course we also have a DVD player in the car so they were able to watch movies the whole trip.   When we left we told them that we would be there in 6 movies time so Jeff and Izack counted down the movies as we went.   We left early Sat morning and got to California late Saturday afternoon.  We stayed with my brother Kirtus and his wife Rebecca.  They were so nice to let us take over their house for a week.  The first day we were there we went to Huntington beach.  The ocean was fun to play in and an amayzing site.  The next three days we went to Disneyland.  I was kind of disappointed myself in Disneyland, mainly because they advertise that it is the happiest place on earth but the workers there are cranky and you can't find the characters just walking around.  But we did go for the kids they had fun and that is all that really matters right.  On Thursday we went to Sea World and I thought that was worth the time.  The animals are so beautiful and awesome.  I love Sea animals anyway, so that was the highlight of my trip.  Then on Friday we went back to Disneyland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-7374584534617875240?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/7374584534617875240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=7374584534617875240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/7374584534617875240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/7374584534617875240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-8546865370539711030</id><published>2008-04-01T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:45:01.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w302.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/jlh_84003/disneyland/69b777ac.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i302.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s302.photobucket.com/albums/nn119/jlh_84003/disneyland/?action=view&amp;current=69b777ac.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-8546865370539711030?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/8546865370539711030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=8546865370539711030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8546865370539711030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/8546865370539711030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-trip-to-disneyland.html' title='Our trip to Disneyland'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1382500071073998099.post-2940173438533734946</id><published>2008-03-20T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:38:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are</title><content type='html'>We are the Putnam Family.  Jake, Jodi, Jeffery, Izack, JT, and Mikeal.  Jake is a Graphic Artist for Swift Printing in Lehi, UT.  Jodi is a Phlebotomist for Labcorp in PG, UT.  Jeffery is 5, Izack is 4.  JT is 2,  and Mikeal is 1. &lt;br /&gt;We have been married for 6 and a half wonderful years.  Our 7th anniversary is July 14.  Our boys are the best in the world.  Even though it constantly looks like a tornado has gone through my house until they go to bed.  We love the boys and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1382500071073998099-2940173438533734946?l=jnjput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/feeds/2940173438533734946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1382500071073998099&amp;postID=2940173438533734946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2940173438533734946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1382500071073998099/posts/default/2940173438533734946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnjput.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-we-are.html' title='Here we are'/><author><name>The Putnam Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504812866307205212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
