<?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-1938228145507926076</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:45:51.315-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Standing Frame'/><category term='My Wheelchair'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Life As a Quad'/><category term='Independence'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Botox'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Accessibility'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='My Poems'/><category term='Family'/><category term='SCI Research'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='How I Do Things'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Equipment'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Public Speaking'/><category term='Things I&apos;ve Been Doing'/><category term='Inspiring People/Stories'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Classes'/><category term='Transportation'/><category term='My Blog'/><category term='Physical Therapy'/><category term='Daily Schedule'/><category term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><category term='Disability Awareness'/><category term='Overcoming challenges'/><category term='Stories from the Past'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Of Interest'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Series'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='Nurses'/><category term='Did You Know?'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='My Accident'/><category term='Painting'/><title type='text'>The Site That Breathes</title><subtitle type='html'>Faith, hope, love, happiness and challenges</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5627797618845441962</id><published>2012-01-23T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:16:03.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2012 Pageant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zomHlARbE9E/Tx3NP-DwN_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/k5GctfeUV4M/s1600/174597_174180105949729_1114672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zomHlARbE9E/Tx3NP-DwN_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/k5GctfeUV4M/s1600/174597_174180105949729_1114672_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you want to donate or be a contestant in the Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2012 pageant? Below is some information you'll need. I will post more details as they come up. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2012 gala dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday evening, Apr 2, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Marriott hotel, Minneapolis airport &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundraising: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are looking for corporate sponsors: Platinum ($5000), Gold ($2500), Silver ($1750), Bronze ($1000) with various benefits at each level, all including a table for 8 at the gala event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are looking for businesses and people to donate their products or services for our raffle and silent auction items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are also looking for personal donations to help the winner get to the national competition. We're a non-profit organization and we are waiting for the IRS to grant us 501 c3 status. People can still write off donations to Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To send a donation, become a contestant or for more info please contact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexy Crow&lt;br /&gt;Corner Medical&lt;br /&gt;9720 Humboldt Avenue South&lt;br /&gt;Bloomington, MN 55431&lt;br /&gt;952-388-0500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lcrow@cornermedical.com"&gt;lcrow@cornermedical.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5627797618845441962?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5627797618845441962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5627797618845441962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5627797618845441962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5627797618845441962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2012/01/ms-wheelchair-minnesota-2012-pageant.html' title='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2012 Pageant'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zomHlARbE9E/Tx3NP-DwN_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/k5GctfeUV4M/s72-c/174597_174180105949729_1114672_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-7976058103269093789</id><published>2012-01-17T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:46:39.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I've been on a blog break for the past couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 21 I went to the capital to have a meeting with the attorney general, Lori Swanson. It was a great chance to advocate for people with disabilities and share my story. I also talked to her about a couple of bills that need to be looked over. My sister Kristen drove me and we met my boyfriend Blake there. After the meeting, we got a private tour of the capital that the attorney general had set up. We had a great time and I especially enjoyed chatting with the attorney general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been helping plan the Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2012 pageant with the board. I'm actually going to be on the board when my title ends. We're still figuring out the little details, but I can say for sure that it will be Monday, April 2. I was crowned April 5 last year and the time has gone by so fast. I've really enjoyed this opportunity and was able to do many great things throughout my reign. Perhaps I should save the rest of this speech until it's officially over. I will definitely post more about it as I know. We are looking for contestants so if you're interested you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ms-Wheelchair-Minnesota-2011/156759441055677"&gt;my Facebook page&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started last week. I think I'm actually going to like my Logic class. Logic is the study of the principles of reasoning; you take arguments and make them simpler by using letters and symbols. It's considered a philosophy class not math. I've always disliked math and I consider it my worst subject. I'm just not interested in dealing with all the numbers. At the time of my accident I was in an algebra class. When I was in the hospital there was a teacher there that helped me finish my classes I was in. As I remember, I was actually teaching her how to use the graphing calculator. I haven't taken math since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking Intro Short Stories. I looked through the book and it seemed like a lot of the stories are going to be really good. I haven't always liked to read. As a teenager I was more interested in going out with friends than reading a good book. I do like reading now but lately it's just been for classes, not for fun. I've got so many book recommendations from people that I don't know where to start. Plus if I did start reading a novel, I would feel guilty doing it knowing that I had class readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder is feeling a lot better since the last time I talked about it. After my MRI, the orthopedist recommended I see a physical therapist to get ultrasound done. I've gone a total of three times now. At the second appointment after the PT was done with the ultrasound, she massaged the area. Then, she taped my arm with special "joint tape" called Lueco tape. She found that my shoulder is actually dropping out of the socket and that taping it would help pull it back in. After a few days of it being on I had no pain at all (since last Thursday). It felt amazing to have my range of motion back and be able to do things without experiencing excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know this is a big update but I had a lot of things to talk about. I've just been so busy lately I haven't been able to write anything down. This alone took me about four days to write. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to post them below under "comments". I'll definitely be writing a lot more after things settle down with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-7976058103269093789?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/7976058103269093789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=7976058103269093789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7976058103269093789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7976058103269093789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-hiatus_17.html' title='Blog Hiatus'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4729054361727869961</id><published>2012-01-03T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:43:21.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Emotional Freedom</title><content type='html'>These quotes are from a calendar I got for 2012. They are excerpts from the book "Emotional Freedom" by Judith Orloff. These were my three favorite out of the 12 because I can relate to them best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"View your emotions in a non-ordinary way: as vehicles for transformation rather than simply as feelings that make you happy or miserable. Expect them to test your heart: that's the point. What you go through-what we all go through-has a greater purpose. Always, the imperative of the emotional freedom is for the love in us to evolve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're ashamed of feeling afraid, inadequate, lonely, as if we've failed or done something wrong. None of these conclusions are true. It's a misguided expectation that were supposed to be serene all the time. Feeling emotions-all of them-is a courageous, spiritually transformative act. Dare to keep expanding your heart even if you've been wounded by pain or disappointed. The effort is never wasted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness is a spiritual act of compassionately releasing resentments, anger or the desire to punish. It's a state of grace, nothing you can force or pretend. Forgiveness comes from your highest self, an expansion of vision. Ultimately it does more for you than for anyone else because it liberates you from negativity and lets you move forward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the last quote. Forgiveness Is a wonderful thing because it can free you from a life of pain and suffering. I've written before about how I forgive because I think to myself what kind of life I'd be living if I was mad or angry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope in some way or another you can relate to these quotes as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4729054361727869961?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4729054361727869961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4729054361727869961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4729054361727869961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4729054361727869961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2012/01/emotional-freedom.html' title='Emotional Freedom'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5219593418920222215</id><published>2012-01-01T21:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:47:03.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Speaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Here's to the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKuRQVqSV_k/TwE2iEKJKfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PgrYDqeletQ/s1600/beautiful-happy-new-year-2012-in-different-styles-24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKuRQVqSV_k/TwE2iEKJKfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PgrYDqeletQ/s320/beautiful-happy-new-year-2012-in-different-styles-24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I look back on 2011, I think about all of my accomplishments and the great opportunities that came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April I was crowned Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011. Throughout my reign so far I've given multiple speeches, attended some amazing events, and made an impact during our state shut down. I also met with the attorney general, Lori Swanson, and got a private tour of the capital. I'm grateful for the chance to help and inspire others and for this experience. With three more months to go in 2012, I hope to continue being a role model and making an impact on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August I was able to take my first plane ride since my accident. It took a lot of planning, fundraising, and hard work but I did it and I'm so glad. I flew to Grand Rapids, Michigan to take place in the Ms. wheelchair America 2012 pageant where I received fourth runner-up. Another big accomplishment in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe throughout 2011 I changed in ways I never thought I would. I became even more confident in myself. I switched up my wardrobe from casual tees, hoodies and sweats to jeans and business attire. My routine is different now; I stay up in my wheelchair 3 to 4 hours longer than I did before. I also found love in my life and have never been more happy than I am now! I continue to smile each day and look ahead to what the days and years coming will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the new year-2012. May it bring more joy and fulfillment to my life. I hope to accomplish many more things and continue growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5219593418920222215?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5219593418920222215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5219593418920222215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5219593418920222215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5219593418920222215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2012/01/heres-to-new-year.html' title='Here&apos;s to the New Year'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKuRQVqSV_k/TwE2iEKJKfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PgrYDqeletQ/s72-c/beautiful-happy-new-year-2012-in-different-styles-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3424851913177243265</id><published>2011-12-28T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:32:41.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way to Live</title><content type='html'>To me, being paralyzed does not mean the end. It can be difficult and challenging at times but I'm able to handle whatever comes my way. I believe my accident happened for a reason. Throughout this journey so far I've met some amazing people and learned new things. My paralysis hasn't limited me or stopped me from pursuing my dreams. There are many things I can do, I just do them differently. I'm not in a stage of depression and don't in any way feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are people in my situation out there who do not have the same feelings. I realize that everybody handles and deals with things in different ways. What may be easy for some may be extremely difficult for another. I'm writing this for those who feel their life is not worth living because of their situation or experiences. I'd like to offer my help in any way possible because I truly believe that things happen for a reason. My goal is to inspire others to live on through change in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3424851913177243265?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3424851913177243265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3424851913177243265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3424851913177243265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3424851913177243265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/12/way-to-live.html' title='A Way to Live'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3349633412899624998</id><published>2011-12-25T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:11:49.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Celebrating With Joy</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had family over for Christmas Eve. I love when everyone gets together to celebrate. We ate shrimp and ham for dinner and then opened presents. This morning we unwrapped our presents to each other and soon we're going to have more family over. Dinner tonight will be turkey and mashed potatoes (just like we do on Thanksgiving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does get overwhelming around the holidays and I get burned out quickly. Entertaining people can be exhausting at times, especially if I'm doing a lot of talking. But I do enjoy the time I can spend with family. A few years ago I wrote this post about Christmas and what it's really about. I thought I'd share it again for all my new readers since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of Christmases, I've kind of been bah humbug about the whole thing. Not because I don't like Christmas, but because I don't like what it has become. I have learned over the years what Christmas is and is not about. It's not about how many gifts you give or receive. It's not about trying to top last year's gift. It's not about the decorations and the flashy wrapping paper. It's not about Santa Claus and his reindeer landing on the top of the house, him coming down the chimney in the middle of the night, eating the cookies left out, and leaving loads of presents behind. I know it is fun to receive and give and decorate and wrap and believe in magic. But it's about the real meaning of Christmas. It's about family and getting together and celebrating the birth of Jesus. It's about the love and passion and the praise that we give and receive on this one day. It has a special meaning to everyone and I think more people need to find their meaning. For those of you who celebrate Christmas, I hope this year you all can find the true meaning of Christmas in your hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3349633412899624998?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3349633412899624998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3349633412899624998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3349633412899624998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3349633412899624998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/12/celebrating-with-joy.html' title='Celebrating With Joy'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2813442809028489560</id><published>2011-12-16T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:57:07.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break</title><content type='html'>I've been studying all week and took my final for my class today. I think I did pretty well on it and am confident I'll get a good grade in the class. Now I'm finally on winter break and don't have to worry about school for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for two classes for Spring semester. The first one is a logic class that I'll be taking at Normandale. The second one is introduction to short stories and it's online. I know it will be a tougher semester for me because of the homework load and reading but I'm up for the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a goal set to graduate fall 2012 with my associates in communications I'm excited to get through and finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2813442809028489560?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2813442809028489560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2813442809028489560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2813442809028489560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2813442809028489560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-break.html' title='Winter Break'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-9112868449066490059</id><published>2011-12-08T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:42:36.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standing Frame'/><title type='text'>Standing up Again</title><content type='html'>The other day I went in my Easystand Stander for the first time in a couple months. I hadn't been doing it because of the pain in my shoulder. It's been feeling a little bit better so I thought I'd try it. I was able to get up to 60° for 10 min., which was more than I expected. I did go up to 70° but after about a minute my blood pressure dropped dramatically and I had to sit back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to start standing twice a week for an hour again. I know it's going to be challenging building up tolerance, but I'm up for it. The benefits that I get are worth the hard work and effort it will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-9112868449066490059?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/9112868449066490059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=9112868449066490059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/9112868449066490059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/9112868449066490059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/12/standing-up-again.html' title='Standing up Again'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3550610207788135758</id><published>2011-12-03T14:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T14:14:25.936-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Cirque Dreams Holidaze</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my boyfriend Blake took me to see Cirque Dreams Holidaze at Mystic Lake Casino. It was so much fun to see all the acts and people dressed up in costume. I have seen Cirque Dreams before but never the holiday one. I've also gone to a few Cirque du Soleil performances over the years. Those are amazing to see as well. If you haven't seen any video of either of these you should definitely check them out on YouTube. Here's the trailer for the one we went to. It's very similar to this only they had different people and a few different acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YdaUKD2mDoQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3550610207788135758?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3550610207788135758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3550610207788135758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3550610207788135758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3550610207788135758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/12/cirque-dreams-holidaze.html' title='Cirque Dreams Holidaze'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YdaUKD2mDoQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3728840508184959028</id><published>2011-11-28T17:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:12:46.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>MRI Follow-Up</title><content type='html'>I went to the orthopedist office today and found out the results of my MRI. Turns out I don't have frozen shoulder which is very good news because that could take up to a year to heal. I do have bursitis in my shoulder, which is basically inflammation of the fluid filled sac (bursa) that lies between the tendon and bone. The doctor gave me a cortisone shot (just like planned) and it's already feeling a little better. She said it could take up to 72 hours for the full affect. I'm happy that it wasn't anything more serious. I had bursitis in my left hip a few years ago and I got a cortisone shot for that. The pain went away and it healed up nicely so I didn't have to get another shot. Hopefully this will just do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3728840508184959028?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3728840508184959028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3728840508184959028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3728840508184959028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3728840508184959028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/mri-follow-up.html' title='MRI Follow-Up'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-344388457775190316</id><published>2011-11-24T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:20:24.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful to be alive and here today celebrating life! I'm also thankful for all the wonderful people in my life who have supported me and been with me throughout. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-344388457775190316?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/344388457775190316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=344388457775190316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/344388457775190316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/344388457775190316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8762512676153744333</id><published>2011-11-23T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:24:13.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feeling of Pain</title><content type='html'>For about the past eight weeks I've been experiencing some pain in my right shoulder. It hurts in the back near the rotator cuff. For a while it only hurt when someone was moving my arm but these past couple weeks it's been hurting constantly. Even with all my therapy, range of motion and pain medications; nothing seems to help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I went to an orthopedic specialist to see if I could figure out what was wrong. It was funny because she kept on moving it all these different directions asking if it hurt each time. I was like yeah it hurts every time you move it. Even though I have limited feeling in my body, I can still feel pain. My body can also tell when something is hurting because when it does I spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a pre-diagnosis of frozen shoulder (technical name is adhesive capsulitis). I had no idea what that meant, but apparently it's when the shoulder is painful and loses motion because of inflammation. I'm in the pain stage now; my shoulder hasn't lost too much motion yet, only the fact that whichever way it's moved hurts so I try not to. She said that in order to tell for sure I would need an MRI done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the MRI of my shoulder. I never had one before this. I heard stories about how loud and claustrophobic it is, but I wasn't nervous going in. It was just a bigger ordeal because I'm a quad on a vent with a C1 to C3 spinal fusion and a baclofen pump. We had to make sure that everything was cleared before being sucked into a big magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fusion was okay because it's been 8 1/2 years since I've had it. I was worried though about the baclofen pump at first. Then I read that they are okay in an MRI but they may temporarily stop working while in it. I had to get a doctor's order for someone at the hospital to read it before and afterwards to make sure it was working properly. Then as far as my vent goes, they just switched me to one of theirs which was MRI safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going in they put a headset on me with music of my choice. I am claustrophobic in certain situations, but while inside I just shut my eyes and tried to relax. There was a lot of beeping and clanking going on during. Every so often I would hear a voice in my ear asking me if I was doing okay (wasn't too happy about the interruption of my songs…lol). Overall it went well and I came out with a smile on my face so the people there were happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in to the orthopedist office on Monday where I'll get the results. If it is frozen shoulder they will do a cortisone shot to bring down the inflammation and help with the pain. Then I'll be able to have physical therapy work on getting proper movement in it. I might have to go back six weeks after to get another shot if the pain starts up again. Other than that it just needs lots of time for it to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated as I know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8762512676153744333?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8762512676153744333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8762512676153744333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8762512676153744333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8762512676153744333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/feeling-of-pain.html' title='A Feeling of Pain'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4393831805924812234</id><published>2011-11-21T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:20:31.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I can't believe there's snow on the ground and winter is coming soon! This year has gone by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been going well. I only have a few weeks left before winter break. I've been looking into classes to take in the spring but haven't decided yet. I set up an appointment to meet with a counselor at the school for academic planning so I can figure out what I have left to take. I really like school, but I'll definitely be glad when I'm done and start focusing my time on a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4393831805924812234?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4393831805924812234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4393831805924812234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4393831805924812234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4393831805924812234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-846254102858333346</id><published>2011-11-19T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:01:00.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe winter is just around the corner. It's been snowing outside all day and it's the first snowfall we've had. That's my favorite because it's so pretty and clean looking. The worst is towards the end of winter when the white is gone and everything is dirty. Throughout the day I've been watching the different animals that come around in my backyard. Then I just wrote this poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day in My Backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow falling to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Turning white all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer grazing in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Searching for different goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirrels scattering in the yard&lt;br /&gt;Finding little scraps is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluejays in a cheerful mood&lt;br /&gt;Looking to the sidewalk for food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks splashing in the pond&lt;br /&gt;It's my backyard that I am fond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-846254102858333346?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/846254102858333346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=846254102858333346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/846254102858333346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/846254102858333346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2537437145790919190</id><published>2011-11-17T14:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:46:46.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Speaking'/><title type='text'>Speeches Galore</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I spoke to three separate classes in a row at Armstrong high school. Each of them had about 15 to 20 students; it was a class called AVID which focuses on college and career goals. They needed a speaker directed towards motivation. I got some video this time and once I figure out how to edit it I will post it. I'm also going to be speaking tomorrow to three other classes at the same high school so maybe I'll get some more too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to speak to more than one class in a row. My voice gets hoarse by the last one. The good thing is I can see my improvement over the three. Then I know what things I should include and what I can leave out. It helps when they ask questions also because then I can figure out what they want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of a program called BestPrep which has a bunch of different volunteer speakers. Here's a little info about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BestPrep, a Minnesota nonprofit, engages 60,000 students in grades 4-12 each year in business, career and financial literacy education. More than 3,000 professional volunteers help BestPrep collaborate with educators to bridge classroom curriculum and the world of business outside of the classroom, enriching the teaching and learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BestPrep offers six experiential programs: Classroom Plus, eMentors, Financial Matters, Minnesota Business Venture, The Stock Market Game, and the Technology Integration Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BestPrep is a statewide, nonprofit organization with a mission to best prepare Minnesota students with business, career and financial literacy skills through experiences that inspire success in work and life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am part of the classroom plus program. Basically when a teacher needs a speaker, they will contact BestPrep and tell them what topic they need one for. The bureau will then look through their list of speakers and find one that fits that need then contact them. This is how I get most of my speaking engagements at local high schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a part of it for about six years now. I think it's a very good way to get out there and gain experience. Now that I am Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011 I've been speaking as that everywhere I go. I like using the title to help motivate kids to get out there and achieve their goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get involved in many more events and speaking engagements throughout the rest of my reign. If you know of any or would like me to speak somewhere, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2537437145790919190?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2537437145790919190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2537437145790919190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2537437145790919190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2537437145790919190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/speeches-galore.html' title='Speeches Galore'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5281125864849847738</id><published>2011-11-08T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:17:38.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friendships</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking lately about friendships. It is very important to have people in your life you can count on to be there for you; people that would do anything for you no matter what. Not the people that you are "friends" with on Facebook or the people that you occasionally text message saying a quick "hello how are you?" I'm talking about true friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my accident happened, I really found out who my friends were. Some have dissipated throughout the years and there were a bunch that I lost touch with directly after. Although many stuck around and have been by my side since. For that, I am very grateful because without having people in my life that care and love me for who I am, it would be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this journey though, I've met a lot of amazing people with whom I've become friends with. I like being able to develop and create new friendships with others. Especially when I get the chance to help those in my situation just by being there and being a true friend to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the friends in my life who have been there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5281125864849847738?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5281125864849847738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5281125864849847738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5281125864849847738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5281125864849847738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-friendships.html' title='True Friendships'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1013817608313815178</id><published>2011-11-03T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:54:56.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Anniversary Day</title><content type='html'>November 1 was the nine year anniversary of my accident. It would be easy for me to be sad or angry about it; to be bitter and live life depressed; to have regrets and think about the what if's. But instead every year I take that day to celebrate life. I've always felt that there was a reason why the accident happened and I survived. Maybe it was to help people in my situation or open someone's eyes to what it's like living with a disability. Whatever it may be, I'm glad that I did and happy to be here. Don't take things for granted, you never know what can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1013817608313815178?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1013817608313815178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1013817608313815178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1013817608313815178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1013817608313815178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/11/anniversary-day.html' title='Anniversary Day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6824299391304823845</id><published>2011-10-27T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:34:02.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Month</title><content type='html'>October seems to be the month for birthdays. A lot of my family and friends have birthdays this month. There are several on my moms side, so every year since I could remember we've had a celebration for everyone that we call October birthdays. It's great when we all can get together and see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was October 19 and I turned 25. It feels weird to say I'm a quarter of a century old. It's definitely gone by fast. On my birthday my boyfriend, Blake, took me out to lunch at Punch pizza. Then we went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. I hadn't been there since grade school. I forgot how much fun it is to look at art from different places and centuries. We only made it around the third floor; there is so much art it would be hard to see all in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's birthday was October 14 so on the 22nd we had a combined birthday party at my house with all of our friends and some family. We've been together about two months so it was a good way for everyone to meet each other. We got Subway sandwiches and had a bonfire out back. (Of course I removed my oxygen from my wheelchair so I didn't blow up.) I had an awesome time and it was so much fun! I'm grateful to have met someone like him. He's amazing and a great guy; I'm so happy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvUEye9qbB8/TqoWO5ikXfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CEemHWSbwdI/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvUEye9qbB8/TqoWO5ikXfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CEemHWSbwdI/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake and I at our birthday party&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6824299391304823845?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6824299391304823845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6824299391304823845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6824299391304823845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6824299391304823845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-month.html' title='Birthday Month'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvUEye9qbB8/TqoWO5ikXfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CEemHWSbwdI/s72-c/IMG_1722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1995389966930094895</id><published>2011-10-24T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:19:21.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stopped what you were doing and listened to silence? Have you ever slowed your life down just enough to catch a breath? Have you ever taken the time to watch the sunset? Life's little moments may be passing you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my accident I've learned not to take things for granted because you never know what can happen. It's amazing how much people miss because they're too busy and don't slow down to see what's going on around them. No matter how big or small, life's moments are precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1995389966930094895?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1995389966930094895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1995389966930094895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1995389966930094895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1995389966930094895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/10/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2537102574950787050</id><published>2011-10-18T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:46:02.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Imagine for a moment that there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries over no balance from day to day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use &lt;br /&gt;during the day. What would you do? Draw out ALL OF IT, of course!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. &lt;br /&gt;Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to &lt;br /&gt;invest to good purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day it opens a new account for you. &lt;br /&gt;Each night it burns the remains of the day. &lt;br /&gt;If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get &lt;br /&gt;from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! &lt;br /&gt;The clock is running. Make the most of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a &lt;br /&gt;premature baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to &lt;br /&gt;meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an &lt;br /&gt;accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver &lt;br /&gt;medal in the Olympics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you &lt;br /&gt;shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember that time waits for no one. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. &lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2537102574950787050?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2537102574950787050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2537102574950787050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2537102574950787050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2537102574950787050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2373446506667598521</id><published>2011-10-14T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:32:28.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Feeling</title><content type='html'>I was at school the other day heading to my class when a guy stopped me in the hallway. He told me he remembered me from a speaking engagement I did three years ago. It was a 15 min. speech after a mock car crash to about 1200 students and faculty at Eastview high school. He was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of taken aback because I didn't expect it. He said that I inspired him that day. He also told me to keep speaking and sharing my story; that I'm amazing and inspirational. It felt really good to hear and know that I had touched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a similar story that happened a couple of years ago. I had spoken to a group of about 80 sixth-graders at Glen Lake elementary school. One of the students in particular had gone home that day and talked to his parents about my speech. He told them about me speaking and my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after I had spoke, I received an e-mail from the boy's father. He told me that his son had come home talking about me. Then he said I don't know if you remember me, but I was one of the firemen that helped pull you out of the car that night. I came and visited you in the hospital afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chills went through as I read those words over and over. I did remember him; he brought me a St. Christopher medal. He also said in the e-mail that him and his department still talk about that night. It's amazing the connections that we have in the world throughout life. I'm thankful every day that I'm alive and able to help others just by being me. I hope to have many more stories like this to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly the reason why I do what I do and love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2373446506667598521?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2373446506667598521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2373446506667598521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2373446506667598521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2373446506667598521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-feeling.html' title='A Good Feeling'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1577549251207795408</id><published>2011-10-09T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:24:14.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Update</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your October is going well. The weather is so beautiful here in Minnesota. The sun is shining and the temperatures have been in the 80s. Although the leaves are still turning colors and falling fast. I think we might have a cold winter this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy as usual. School has been good so far, but definitely harder than I thought. That seems to happen most semesters. At the beginning of this semester I had signed up for two classes but unfortunately had to drop one. Now I'm just taking Introduction to Kinesiology. It's a little difficult because I'm not going to pursue a degree in exercise science, I just need to meet the goal for this area. But I'm still getting through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, October 6 I was the keynote speaker at MAMES (Midwest Association for Medical Equipment Services) fall conference. I spoke for about 30 min. and then had question and answer after that. I told my story, talked about staying positive, Ms. wheelchair Minnesota, nationals, and also what I want from medical equipment suppliers. It went awesome and I got a standing ovation afterwards! It's great to be able to speak to others and advocate for people with his abilities. I'm definitely looking forward to many more speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mn6kPPYXgYc/TpJiNZnjJcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OMrUC4DrWw8/s1600/pic%2Bwith%2BJulie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mn6kPPYXgYc/TpJiNZnjJcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OMrUC4DrWw8/s400/pic%2Bwith%2BJulie.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" dir="LTR"&gt;MAMES (Midwest Association for Medical Equipment Services) President, Julie Weidemann presents me with a certificate of appreciation for my participation as the keynote speaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be plenty busy the rest of of the month (including my 25th birthday October 19) so I will keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1577549251207795408?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1577549251207795408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1577549251207795408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1577549251207795408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1577549251207795408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-update.html' title='October Update'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mn6kPPYXgYc/TpJiNZnjJcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OMrUC4DrWw8/s72-c/pic%2Bwith%2BJulie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6046842662349274033</id><published>2011-10-05T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:10:31.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOA Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me_CrT5s7Dg/Toy3xeGEvtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/US-Y2CI_r3w/s1600/mall-of-america.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me_CrT5s7Dg/Toy3xeGEvtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/US-Y2CI_r3w/s320/mall-of-america.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8e37nHW6yh0/Toy4BFB_0aI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pE2_bN2dwck/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8e37nHW6yh0/Toy4BFB_0aI/AAAAAAAAAf8/pE2_bN2dwck/s1600/untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my sister and I went to the Mall of America to shop. It's the biggest Mall in the United States and the second biggest in the world (first biggest is in Canada). Although we only live 30 min. from it, I don't go there very often. It's always an interesting place to be at, full of different cultures and experiences. People come from all over the world to see the mall that's so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When we first got there, we looked around a couple stores on the main level and then decided to go up a level to another store. On our way to the elevator we stopped at a kiosk that had hermit crabs. We were just watching them, when the guy that worked there came up and started talking to my sister. He was asking her some questions and she was telling him how we've had hermit crabs before. Then I chimed in to the conversation and said to him that I had them but they'd all died. He got this surprised look on his face, looked at my sister and then straight to me and said, "Whoa, you can talk?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was like, "yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Then he said "good for you," and shook his head up and down a couple times. I didn't say anything to him afterwards; we left right away. Frankly I was a little in shock and kind of confused. Realizing afterwards that basically he had assumed that I was unable to talk because of my situation, I wish I would've said something else. I chuckle about it now, being that it was so unbelievably frightening at where assuming things in a situation gets you. I actually think this might happen a lot with people; it's just no one's said it out loud to me before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;After that, my sister and I kept going to our next destination. We went up the elevator a floor to the store we had planned on going to. When I first entered, there was a woman in front of me staring down at a rack of clothes. She looked up at me briefly and then turned to my nurse and said "I like the shirt she's wearing."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I just looked at her dumbfounded and said kind of sarcastically "thanks!" At that point I was a little annoyed but also disappointed in people. Felt kind of sheltered and in my own little world; like there was nobody around to help or defend. I moved to another spot in the store and went on with shopping despite my feelings. Sometimes when things like that happen I just have to take it as a learning experience and move on I guess. These certain situations are the exact reason why I want to get out there and educate others about people with disabilities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It's important that people understand that just because someone is in a wheelchair, doesn't mean they can't talk or don't have abilities. My main goal is to help eliminate this stereotype and put fresh thoughts in people's minds. If everyone makes a conscious effort to help out with this, I think a lot of people could be reached and benefit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Thanks for reading my blog and feel free to leave comments or questions. I look forward to them!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6046842662349274033?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6046842662349274033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6046842662349274033' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6046842662349274033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6046842662349274033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/10/moa-experience.html' title='MOA Experience'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me_CrT5s7Dg/Toy3xeGEvtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/US-Y2CI_r3w/s72-c/mall-of-america.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-379012706382625111</id><published>2011-09-30T14:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:38:52.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Taking Pics</title><content type='html'>When I was at the Walk and Roll at the Mall of America Sunday I handed out pictures of me with my crown and sash on. I already had professional photos done a while back, but I wanted some different ones printed. So last Friday I got all dressed up and went outside. I had my sister, Kristen, take a bunch of pictures of me (78 to be exact). It was so much fun! Although by the time we were done my cheeks hurt and my eyes were bugging out from the flash. Other than that I think they turned out extremely well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the one I thought was the best and then fixed it up a little with highlighting, filling and shadowing. Then Kristen took them in and got 200 copies made. I definitely think that it looks professionally done; she did a great job! I told her that she should go into photography. I'm lucky to have a sis like her. She's been great through all of this and very helpful. I appreciate everything she does for me. Thanks Kris! I posted the pic below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1oovpm4ALc/ToYY70JzFdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hM0dmGf5MX0/s1600/IMG_1599-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1oovpm4ALc/ToYY70JzFdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hM0dmGf5MX0/s400/IMG_1599-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also printed 300 business cards for me to hand out. I think they turned out really well. I love getting my information out there for people to see what I'm up to and contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-379012706382625111?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/379012706382625111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=379012706382625111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/379012706382625111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/379012706382625111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/taking-pics.html' title='Taking Pics'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1oovpm4ALc/ToYY70JzFdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hM0dmGf5MX0/s72-c/IMG_1599-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8854646942866826366</id><published>2011-09-25T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:12:33.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk and Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsplqWPhpzY/Tn-WIUHo__I/AAAAAAAAAfg/dwmgKyVvz9Y/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsplqWPhpzY/Tn-WIUHo__I/AAAAAAAAAfg/dwmgKyVvz9Y/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHRsKEhMeos/Tn-YGxDNfKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OFcsEFs1FJc/s1600/IMG_1644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHRsKEhMeos/Tn-YGxDNfKI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OFcsEFs1FJc/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time today at the Walk and Roll at the Mall of America. It was put on by &lt;a href="http://mwsservices.org/"&gt;Midwest Special Services&lt;/a&gt;. I sat in front of two huge lights for most of the time taking pictures with everyone and giving out signed photos. Next to me was Miss Minnesota 2011 and Miss Minnesota Collegiate 2012 also taking pictures. There was also an Elvis impersonator singing while people did a lap around the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy attending events and using my title to help others. I'm glad that I have a chance to do opportunities that arise like this. It's really exciting and a great experience to be a part of so many amazing things and meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of an event or speaking engagement that you would like me to attend, please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8854646942866826366?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8854646942866826366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8854646942866826366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8854646942866826366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8854646942866826366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/walk-and-roll.html' title='Walk and Roll'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsplqWPhpzY/Tn-WIUHo__I/AAAAAAAAAfg/dwmgKyVvz9Y/s72-c/IMG_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5481378069645939800</id><published>2011-09-21T15:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:13:06.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Feelings Written, Feelings Heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyd7PWEX5fA/TnpLFuZ4ueI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WpIUGQmS7xI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyd7PWEX5fA/TnpLFuZ4ueI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WpIUGQmS7xI/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I find myself drifting away, staring at the wall, thinking of things that I know I have no control over and that I cannot change. It's difficult to be in a situation where you're so vulnerable to others and in which your privacy is gone; where the only place that feels safe and comfortable is inside yourself. At times I feel like letting go and giving up everything to the unbearable grasp that is holding me down. Then again I have to remind myself that things happen for a reason and that you either live life or leave it. I choose to live and that is what keeps me together. My struggle with the feelings I have cannot continue to bind me anymore than it already has. I want to be as strong as possible and not look back because doing so puts me at a crossroad in which I do not know where to turn. It pains me to feel this way and to let others know the side that hurts most; the side that may need help; the side that struggles to keep it together. These feelings are not often shared even to the closest of people in my life. Why I choose to write them now will never be known even by me. I know that I will find peace. I'm a very strong person and I also know that I'm helping others just by being me. I'm only human and I hope that these words only bring you closer to understanding some of the things I go through. The quote below has helped me tremendously to deal with the overflow of emotions that creep up from time to time. I hope it resonates with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Promise&lt;/strong&gt; yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt; of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your &lt;strong&gt;optimism&lt;/strong&gt; come true. &lt;strong&gt;Think&lt;/strong&gt; only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt;. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greatest achievements of the &lt;b&gt;future&lt;/b&gt;. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt; that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;-Christian D. Larson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5481378069645939800?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5481378069645939800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5481378069645939800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5481378069645939800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5481378069645939800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/feelings-written-feelings-heard.html' title='Feelings Written, Feelings Heard'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyd7PWEX5fA/TnpLFuZ4ueI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WpIUGQmS7xI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8489883055576053794</id><published>2011-09-17T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:03:57.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Amazing Women!</title><content type='html'>Below I have compiled a list of some amazing women with blogs. They all have a disability but strive to showcase their abilities. It's amazing to me how many people are out there making a difference and helping others. I feel honored to know and talk to empowering women like this. Visit their blogs to see what they're all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheelchairlady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen&lt;/a&gt; has muscular dystrophy. She's been through a lot in her life but pushes to move forward despite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paralyzedwithjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; is a quadriplegic, but doesn't let that stop her. She believes things happen for a reason and is happy in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uppity-crip.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt; has cerebral palsy. She is a strong woman and activist for people with disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheeliecatholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; is a quadriplegic, who is determined to empower others using her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beautyability.com/2.0/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt; is also a quadriplegic. She is a freelance writer and advocate for others with disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeparalyzed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/a&gt; blogs on her life and struggles as a quadriplegic. She also shares info about spinal cord injuries and paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katy-believeinmiracles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt; writes about her journey through recovery as a quadriplegic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of other amazing women with blogs, let me know and I'll add them to the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8489883055576053794?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8489883055576053794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8489883055576053794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8489883055576053794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8489883055576053794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/some-amazing-women.html' title='Some Amazing Women!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5501345818816922793</id><published>2011-09-15T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:26:12.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurses'/><title type='text'>Ode to Nurses</title><content type='html'>I'm very fortunate to have the nursing help that I do. Although I don't always want nurses around and no matter how independent I'd like to be, I need every hour with them that I can get. They are my hands; they are here to help me do the things I cannot do for myself. They're there for me during the times I need them most, and are willing to do whatever it takes to make it easier for me. I'm grateful that I have a full staff of nurses because I know there are many others out there in similar situations who do not have the adequate care or nursing that they need. Thank you to all the nurses out there who help people live life to their fullest potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nursing care comes in many forms.  Sometimes it is the ability to make someone feel physically comfortable by various means.  Other times it is the ability to improve the body's ability to achieve or maintain health.  But often it is an uncanny yet well honed knack to see beyond the obvious and address, in some way, the deeper needs of the human soul."  &lt;br /&gt;~Donna Wilk Cardillo, A Daybook for Beginning Nurses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5501345818816922793?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5501345818816922793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5501345818816922793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5501345818816922793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5501345818816922793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/ode-to-nurses.html' title='Ode to Nurses'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4127845169961333931</id><published>2011-09-11T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:53:13.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Remembered</title><content type='html'>When 9/11 happened 10 years ago today, I was 14 and in eighth grade. I remember sitting in English class and there being a big stir going on in the hallways. All of a sudden they announced over the intercom for everyone to turn the TVs on to a certain channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was awestruck. I couldn't believe what was unfolding in front of me. I think we were all glued to the television for at least a couple of hours. I can't remember the whole day, but I know that they stopped teaching so that we could see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who was affected by this tragic event, I am praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4127845169961333931?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4127845169961333931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4127845169961333931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4127845169961333931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4127845169961333931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-remembered.html' title='9/11 Remembered'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1119341919391784391</id><published>2011-09-08T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:47:59.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>My article in the Sun Sailor came out yesterday. Being Ms. wheelchair Minnesota has been a great experience so far, and I'm excited for everything that's to come. It's such an honor to represent all of the amazing people with disabilities. I'm happy that I have the chance to educate others and be a "roll model". To read the article click &lt;a href="http://www.mnsun.com/articles/2011/09/07/hopkins/news/fw_mt08wheelchair.txt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my trip to Michigan, I have changed a lot. Because the schedule was so crazy, it forced me to get up earlier in my wheelchair and get back in bed later than usual. I found that I actually slept better because I was doing things that required all of my energy. I learned my limits but also how far I can push myself. Since I've been back my whole routine has changed. My schedule is more flexible and I'm not so stuck in my original ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting out more, especially in the evenings, and have been staying in my wheelchair a couple of hours later than I had before. I would normally transfer back into bed around 5 PM. After doing range of motion I would sit up, eat dinner and either watch TV or go on my computer until 10:30 PM. This is all changed. I no longer get back into bed at any certain time, only when I feel like it. Some nights it's later some nights not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I had the routine I did, was because in my mind I thought I could only stay up in my wheelchair 7 to 8 hours. I realized after Michigan, that my body can tolerate being up much longer and do more activities. I'm extremely glad that I went on the trip and figured this out because if I hadn't I probably wouldn't have realized that I could do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about opening your mind to new things, and I've definitely done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1119341919391784391?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1119341919391784391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1119341919391784391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1119341919391784391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1119341919391784391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/09/change-of-pace.html' title='Change of Pace'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1818516618024788903</id><published>2011-08-31T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:26:58.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Another Interview</title><content type='html'>I had an interview with a guy from the &lt;a href="http://www.mnsun.com/"&gt;Sun Sailor&lt;/a&gt; (a local newspaper) today. They're going to run a story on me about Ms. wheelchair Minnesota and the Ms. wheelchair America pageant. It's great to have another article written about the things I've been doing. I'm really just so honored to be featured so that everyone can see the amazing abilities of people with disabilities. I will post the link as soon as it's published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1818516618024788903?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1818516618024788903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1818516618024788903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1818516618024788903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1818516618024788903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-interview.html' title='Another Interview'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5257267577784107823</id><published>2011-08-25T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:28:48.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How I Do Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physical Therapy'/><title type='text'>Sitting in a Chair</title><content type='html'>I am a C-1 C-2 quad paralyzed from the neck down and I can sit in a chair without the support of someone else. This is a pretty amazing feat for someone in my situation. I was told by my physical therapist that not many people like me would be able to hold themselves up and have somebody take their hands away. I'm also able to sit up on the edge of my bed in a similar fashion without support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFrXKXSH6ag/Tla792VHY9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AYr-Z7Ygocg/s1600/IMG_1499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFrXKXSH6ag/Tla792VHY9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AYr-Z7Ygocg/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have physical therapy three days a week and manual therapy and massage therapy once a week. Therapy is one of the most important things in my life today. Some of the benefits I get from it are pain management, movement, relaxation of muscles, and building stamina. It's important for people to know that I wouldn't have the ability to do some of the things I do without it. Just being in my wheelchair for 8 to 10 hours a day would be difficult without managing the pain I have and building up stamina so that my body can tolerate it. Also through physical therapy, I've learned how to tighten and move muscles that I probably otherwise wouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit in a chair, my physical therapist first holds on to me for a little bit so I can get in the right position. Then when she lets go, it's up to me to use my abdominal and back muscles to keep myself sitting straight. If I start to lean a little one way, I have to tighten the muscles on the opposite side to bring myself straight again. That goes for forward, back, left and right. I work very hard during these sessions and it does wear me out afterwards, but it is definitely worth it. Although it may look easy from the pictures, the strength and energy it takes for me to do this can be compared to running a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVS2-OVac8Q/Tla8lAv8pUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5W4KcJLvuVU/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="376" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVS2-OVac8Q/Tla8lAv8pUI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5W4KcJLvuVU/s400/IMG_1498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of myself for accomplishing such great things. It would be easy for me (as it is for many) to just say "no thanks, I don't need therapy" but I know different and so does my body. I hope that others see how important physical therapy is and that it can bring about a better quality of life for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5257267577784107823?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5257267577784107823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5257267577784107823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5257267577784107823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5257267577784107823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/08/sitting-in-chair.html' title='Sitting in a Chair'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFrXKXSH6ag/Tla792VHY9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AYr-Z7Ygocg/s72-c/IMG_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-7540623239706086223</id><published>2011-08-18T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:43:08.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting School Again…</title><content type='html'>Classes for fall semester at Normandale community college start next week. I'm excited because then I'll have something to do but on the other hand I'm still enjoying my break. I signed up for Introduction to Kinesiology (exercise science) at Normandale and World Religions (philosophy) online. I went to the school today to pick up my books and find out where my one class was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Kinesiology (the study of movement) is the only lecture exercise science class they have. My other choices were Canoeing, Exercise Walking, Swimming etc. I thought about taking one of the above or something like it and just tell the teacher that "I'll try my best but not sure how much I'll be able to do" and maybe they would give me an "A" for effort. Ha ha don't know how that would've gone over. I guess if not, just to see the look on the teacher's face if I rolled into Exercise Walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking World Religions because it meets two goals that I have to complete for my Associates. I also think it will be an interesting class because I like to learn stuff like that. I did take Psychology of Religion a couple semesters ago but was told that they were completely different classes. I'll be able to check it out online starting tomorrow so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well this semester! I only have a couple more to go before I'm finished; then I'll have to decide what to do after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-7540623239706086223?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/7540623239706086223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=7540623239706086223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7540623239706086223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7540623239706086223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/08/starting-school-again.html' title='Starting School Again…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-301163827083254675</id><published>2011-08-16T22:48:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:03:13.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>My Flight to Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJNBcn-LTT0/Tks39RQX8XI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Bgfdcp3pLMU/s1600/DSCN0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJNBcn-LTT0/Tks39RQX8XI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Bgfdcp3pLMU/s320/DSCN0095.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Michigan was my first flight since my accident. We had to do a lot of planning and arranging things ahead of time to make sure everything went smoothly. After booking my ticket, I called the airline to let them know that I was traveling. I told them that I was on a vent and would have batteries with me. They put all that information in the computer under my ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling with me on the flight out was my sister, mom, two nurses and physical therapist. In the middle of the week (Thursday), the nurses that were with me flew home and two more flew in. Luckily, we were able to get most of the tickets covered by donations, frequent flyer miles from big companies, and through Delta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of time to pack all of my supplies. I think I had at least eight carry-ons which included my backpack with nursing chart and Doctors orders, a portable oxygen concentrator, backup ventilator with extra tubing, medications, emergency bag, suction machine etc. I also had a few bags that I checked with more supplies and my clothes. That doesn't include my entourage's personal luggage. Then I was all set to make the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hbu_2S7NhE/Tks4fw3b97I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oFRH78k9MuE/s1600/DSCN0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hbu_2S7NhE/Tks4fw3b97I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oFRH78k9MuE/s320/DSCN0088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minor detail about the plane that was flying on. It was the smallest plane they had, which I didn't know when I was booking the tickets. As it got closer to the time I was leaving, I was contacted by someone at Delta regarding my wheelchair and the plane. I gave him the dimensions and he told me that my wheelchair wouldn't fit down below because of the size of the plane. He wanted to switch me to a different flight where the plane would be larger, but none of the other times worked for me. The only other option was to go to the airport in a manual wheelchair and fly my power wheelchair out at a different time. That's what I decided to do. Key medical, the supply company where I got my chair from, came to my house the afternoon before, dropped off a manual chair, picked up my power chair and brought it to the airport for me. It went out on the 6 PM flight that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the airport I was met by a woman I had been in contact with from human resources at Delta. She helped escort us through the check-in, baggage claim, security checkpoint and then finally to our gate. This made the process go a little quicker which was good considering that we got to the airport a little later than expected and only had a short amount of time to get to the plane. I did hold it up a little but I think it went okay for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the gate, I went down towards the plane and then my therapist, Nicole, and my mom transferred me to an aisle chair which was just big enough for my butt to fit on. Then they wheeled me onto the plane and to the bulkhead (the first seat on the plane) and transferred me over. We put my vent on the floor in front of me the where it remained the whole flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSsmeiNRTcA/Tks5KIx6CFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qhoUlqNP4mA/s1600/DSCN0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSsmeiNRTcA/Tks5KIx6CFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qhoUlqNP4mA/s320/DSCN0096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely important to have my therapist with me. She was able to teach us how to do the transfer which made things go a lot easier, both on me and everybody else. She also stretched me during the flight and while I was in Michigan. This helped keep my spasms, muscle tension and pain down to a tolerable level. I can't stress enough the benefits of physical therapy and how much it assisted in me being able to do all the things I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we had the same type of plane so I went to the airport in the manual wheelchair again and my power chair flew out at 6 AM the next day. I did get to the airport a lot earlier and so things went a little bit smoother. I learned a lot through this whole experience and I'm so glad that I had the opportunity to do it. I would definitely take another trip in the future and this only reassured me that I can actually pull it off. The one thing I would do differently next time would be able all the luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-301163827083254675?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/301163827083254675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=301163827083254675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/301163827083254675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/301163827083254675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/08/flying-with-ventilator.html' title='My Flight to Michigan'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJNBcn-LTT0/Tks39RQX8XI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Bgfdcp3pLMU/s72-c/DSCN0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2050818742495418580</id><published>2011-08-10T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:02:08.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Ms. Wheelchair America Contest 2012</title><content type='html'>I got home from Grand Rapids Michigan on Sunday where I was competing in the Ms. Wheelchair America contest. It was a very long and exhausting week but definitely worth it. I learned my limits but also how far I can push myself. The days were packed with activities and workshops along with judging sessions and speeches. Here are a few highlights from the week. I arrived on Monday after a first ever plane ride since my accident. We got to the hotel and all settled in then had dinner that night. I met a lot of the contestants and learned about my upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a fun day. Although it started off a little rocky for me. The power went out in the whole city at 5 AM that morning. I hadn't quite prepared for something like that. Because of it, I didn't get a chance to meet with everyone else at the Ford Museum for a tour. I did catch up with everybody during a scavenger hunt of the city. Unfortunately, there was a heat index warning and I got heat exhaustion afterwards. That was also the time that there was a picnic lunch outside the museum. We were supposed to have swing dancing on the town that evening but it ended up raining so it was canceled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sBk9cokaVI/TkLPVYfAkUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4CLQo_Dbi9g/s1600/IMG_1405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sBk9cokaVI/TkLPVYfAkUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4CLQo_Dbi9g/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All ready for the day in my MWA T-shirt!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywpr6IO528I/TkLPYRJGSMI/AAAAAAAAAec/5BnIY1nPfvw/s1600/IMG_1408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ywpr6IO528I/TkLPYRJGSMI/AAAAAAAAAec/5BnIY1nPfvw/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lining up on the bridge over Grand River for a group photo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judging began on Wednesday. Workshops also started and in between that there were five-minute question and answer sessions. Dinner was on the town that night and then we went to a concert in the middle of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uHCg6LjR9I/TkLPqZ6hc0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Pj1myu4sGs8/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uHCg6LjR9I/TkLPqZ6hc0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Pj1myu4sGs8/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Blues on the Town concert in the middle of Grand Rapids, Michigan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60FnkmgN5SA/TkLPs9flNMI/AAAAAAAAAek/_p6B1ZHnGHg/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60FnkmgN5SA/TkLPs9flNMI/AAAAAAAAAek/_p6B1ZHnGHg/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great music!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday the workshops and judging continued. The sessions were twice as long with twice as many questions. That night we all watched the documentary "Defining Beauty" which was about the Ms. Wheelchair America contest in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5PprvDYKkY/TkLQB7T-tZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/V1uIdmg0kPI/s1600/IMG_1445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5PprvDYKkY/TkLQB7T-tZI/AAAAAAAAAeo/V1uIdmg0kPI/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judging resumes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had judging and workshops again on Friday. It was the day of my third and final interview session with the judges. That night we all gave our speeches on our platform and ate dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XD-NBGhIi_4/TkLQJYHlEnI/AAAAAAAAAes/9cE9fvzbREE/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XD-NBGhIi_4/TkLQJYHlEnI/AAAAAAAAAes/9cE9fvzbREE/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1P3Lx-hRmc/TkLQSEFEvZI/AAAAAAAAAew/jhj9dFJAYY8/s1600/IMG_1453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1P3Lx-hRmc/TkLQSEFEvZI/AAAAAAAAAew/jhj9dFJAYY8/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All done up on speech night with my sister, Kristen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big crowning. We had a break from activities during the day and were able to just hang out. In the afternoon I slipped into my gown and then got my hair and makeup done. That evening we all lined up on the stage and waited for them to call the top five. I was very excited when I heard my name called to be in it! We each answered two questions from a judge (one serious and one lighthearted) and then they tallied up the votes. I ended up getting fourth runner up! That means I was number 5/26 contestants; a huge accomplishment in my book. I was so excited and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mB99I5H94/TkLQdNIjIZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gTS5SvMDuo0/s1600/IMG_1465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9mB99I5H94/TkLQdNIjIZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/gTS5SvMDuo0/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting beautified&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puR5nXKqjGQ/TkLQgeuomwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aO0jOGnqFz0/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puR5nXKqjGQ/TkLQgeuomwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aO0jOGnqFz0/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Ms. Wheelchair America 2011, Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBnqfbJ0LR8/TkLQizoXV8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/YkldU592IJ0/s1600/IMG_1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBnqfbJ0LR8/TkLQizoXV8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/YkldU592IJ0/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The top five! From left to right: third runner-up-Monica, Ms. Wheelchair Maine 2011; second runner-up-Luticha, Ms. Wheelchair New York 2011; winner-Josie, Ms. Wheelchair Pennsylvania 2011; first runner-up-Sharina, Ms. Wheelchair Michigan 2011; fifth runner-up-Jenni, Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a farewell breakfast Sunday morning and then said our goodbyes. We left Grand Rapids and I was very relieved once we landed. It definitely felt good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending the last couple of days adjusting. I will write more posts about individual activities and things along with some good stories. Just wanted to give you a lowdown of my amazing week. Even though I didn't come home with the title, I still have the rest of my reign as Ms. wheelchair Minnesota. I promise I will do my state proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have questions, please comment and ask them. I would love to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2050818742495418580?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2050818742495418580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2050818742495418580' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2050818742495418580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2050818742495418580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/08/ms-wheelchair-america-contest-2012.html' title='Ms. Wheelchair America Contest 2012'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9sBk9cokaVI/TkLPVYfAkUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/4CLQo_Dbi9g/s72-c/IMG_1405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4525844670398850642</id><published>2011-07-31T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:42:27.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Go!</title><content type='html'>I've been packing stuff all day long. I'm ready to leave early tomorrow morning; very excited but nervous as well. Along with the trip comes a little anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pageant will be streaming live online Saturday, August 6 at 5 PM central time. Just click on the link below. All you have to do is sign up and then you can watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allamericanrollmodels.com/"&gt;http://www.allamericanrollmodels.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4525844670398850642?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4525844670398850642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4525844670398850642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4525844670398850642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4525844670398850642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-to-go.html' title='Ready to Go!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5076465606071847480</id><published>2011-07-30T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:22:27.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts on the EasyStand Blog</title><content type='html'>I've done a couple of posts in the last month on the EasyStand blog about my trip. Here are the links if you'd like to read them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.easystand.com/2011/06/ms-wheelchair/"&gt;Becoming Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.easystand.com/2011/07/ms-wheelchair-america/"&gt;Preparing to Win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5076465606071847480?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5076465606071847480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5076465606071847480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5076465606071847480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5076465606071847480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/posts-on-easystand-blog.html' title='Posts on the EasyStand Blog'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6725230281188571833</id><published>2011-07-26T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:59:17.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Getting My Tan on</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SedxQ7YfIYc/Ti8G2NoRqXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/d4evgnFsg_I/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SedxQ7YfIYc/Ti8G2NoRqXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/d4evgnFsg_I/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me outside in my new shades! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not sunburned, just red from the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This whole summer I've been devoting my time to going outside and getting a tan. The weather has been so nice lately (despite a week of high humidity and temperatures). Every time I go out I put sunscreen on because I have a tendency to burn easily. A couple months ago I got major tan lines from missing the sunscreen in spots. I think they're almost all evened out now, but some are still a little noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sensitive from all the medications I take. Whenever I'm in direct sunlight for a prolonged period of time my skin gets really hot and turns red. The good thing is that it usually goes away within a half an hour of being back in air-conditioning. Also, since my body has a hard time regulating its temperature it usually gets higher the longer I'm out. Sometimes I take it it just see where I'm at. The other day I was 100.6 F, and that was after being in the car for 15 min. with air blowing on me. I definitely have to be careful not to overheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over six years ago I wanted to get tan really bad. So for several days in a row I sat outside in direct sunlight with no sunscreen. I got so burned my friend Steph was peeling sheets of skin off my face. That was one of the worst experiences I had with the sun and I've definitely learned my lesson since then. It's better to use the proper precautions and gradually tan as to avoid burning. (Getting smarter in my older age!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6725230281188571833?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6725230281188571833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6725230281188571833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6725230281188571833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6725230281188571833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-my-tan-on.html' title='Getting My Tan on'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SedxQ7YfIYc/Ti8G2NoRqXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/d4evgnFsg_I/s72-c/IMG_1346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5454623915590299361</id><published>2011-07-24T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:50:33.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week Of Soreness</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday night I got a pill stuck in my throat and it broke open when I was trying to get it down. It burned really bad when the medicine spilled out. The next morning when I was swallowing my pills the same pill got stuck. It broke open again and burned, but this time I couldn't get it down. I tried everything all morning and then eventually all day. I really thought that because the pain was so bad the pill was still stuck, but it turns out that it was long gone. Although my throat hurt so bad it was difficult to swallow food let alone drink water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up Monday morning the pain was even worse. I was struggling to get food down. It was like a sore throat only way worse. I pushed through it the rest of the day and Tuesday, but Wednesday I decided it was time to see what was going on. My mom took me to the ER to get it checked out. After waiting over two hours, I finally was able to see the doctor. To figure out if it was my throat or the muscles they made me drink this cocktail mixed with Maalox and lidocaine (very disgusting tasting and made me gag). Apparently since it numbed the pain she determined it was coming from my throat. She said that it would be difficult to tell if something was wrong without getting a camera down there to see. So I was going to have to come back the next day to do an endoscopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I wasn't even eating solid foods. Everything was going into my G-tube including ensure and water. Because the procedure required me to be semi-sedated, I couldn't eat or drink anything after midnight, which wasn't really a problem. They called me in the morning and scheduled an appointment for a 12:30 PM check-in and 1 PM procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed up to the hospital I had to wait a while before I went in. When the nurse came out to get me, she had a surprised look on her face. She told me that there must have been some miscommunication because the ER doc didn't tell them that I was a quadriplegic on a ventilator. Very key information if you're going to do an endoscopy on someone. It wouldn't be such a simple thing anymore. They would have had to actually put me under anesthesia instead of just sedate me which is a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor came in she asked me where my pain was and I told her it was in my throat. Then she told me that they couldn't do the procedure. Not only because they weren't prepared for me to do it safely, but also because an endoscopy looks at the esophagus and stomach. She said that they wouldn't even be able to tell if anything happened to my throat. She also stated that what I should've seen as an ear, nose and throat doctor. I never would've figured out the mistake made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish they would've told me that in the ER before they scheduled the appointment and had me go without nourishment for so long. The doctor said that when the pill broke open it likely burned my throat so she gave me a prescription for the same cocktail I had gotten the day before. I tried it and it did work most of the time, but only for 5 or 10 minutes, just enough for me to get a few bites down without pain. I only did it for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a week since this incident happened and my throat still hurts when I swallow. Now my neck muscles are extremely sore, and the pain has traveled to my jaw and behind my ear. It wasn't as bad during the day today so I think it is going away, but very slowly. I believe that along with the burn from the medicine that I strained the muscles in my neck. That's probably what's causing me the most pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might end up calling a doc tomorrow just to get another opinion. I'm hoping it will go away before my trip a week from tomorrow. I need to be able to eat whatever I want and what I want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5454623915590299361?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5454623915590299361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5454623915590299361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5454623915590299361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5454623915590299361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-week-of-soreness.html' title='My Week Of Soreness'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-296478740587704647</id><published>2011-07-19T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:43:45.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations</title><content type='html'>Hi! I am still in need of donations for my trip to Michigan. The money will go towards plane tickets, hotel, food and the event itself. I hope you can help me reach my destination and eventually win the crown! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checks can be made payable to:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checks can be sent to:&lt;br /&gt;2400 Lorien St.&lt;br /&gt;Minnetonka, MN 55305&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-296478740587704647?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/296478740587704647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=296478740587704647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/296478740587704647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/296478740587704647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/donations.html' title='Donations'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3900096211565526057</id><published>2011-07-18T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:04:15.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>In the Newspaper Today…</title><content type='html'>The Star Tribune printed an &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/lifestyle/125724198.html"&gt;article on me&lt;/a&gt; in the newspaper today. I'm so excited to share my story with everyone! Glad to know I'm helping so many people. A special thanks to all of you who have supported me and been by my side over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3900096211565526057?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3900096211565526057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3900096211565526057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3900096211565526057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3900096211565526057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-newspaper-today.html' title='In the Newspaper Today…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3462878594998509251</id><published>2011-07-16T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:05:46.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Blue</title><content type='html'>In order to have privacy, I use a headset to talk on the phone. I also use a separate one that plugs into my computer in order to dictate using speech recognition software. I do have a cell phone that I use occasionally to make quick phone calls, but never got a headset for it. I had been really curious lately about Bluetooth headsets; if they worked well, if they were affordable, and if they fit comfortably. I've often seen people wear the earpiece for their cell phone, but hadn't ever looked into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I bought a new set of cordless phones. One for my room, one for the living room and one for upstairs in the kitchen. I realized after I opened them that they didn't have a plug-in for a headset but they did have Bluetooth capabilities. I decided that was a perfect time to try using a Bluetooth headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my "computer guy" buy one and bring it over for me to try. He hooked it up and I've been using it ever since. I have to say it's so much better than any other headset I've had. Loved it so much I had him get two more for me, one for my cell phone and one for my computer. Now I can actually use my cell phone to talk on. It didn't work out quite so well with my computer, still can't figure out how to keep it connected with my speech recognition. So for that I've been using my old one until I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to find other technological things to make my life a little bit easier. If you have any ideas, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3462878594998509251?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3462878594998509251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3462878594998509251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3462878594998509251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3462878594998509251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-blue.html' title='Going Blue'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-7785455008805297635</id><published>2011-07-10T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T14:30:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Well to This Day</title><content type='html'>Look well to this day, &lt;br /&gt;For it and it alone is life. &lt;br /&gt;In its brief course &lt;br /&gt;Lie all the essence of your existence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glory of Growth &lt;br /&gt;The Satisfaction of Achievement &lt;br /&gt;The Splendor of Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday is but a dream,&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is but a vision. &lt;br /&gt;But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, &lt;br /&gt;And every tomorrow a vision of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous, 50 BC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-7785455008805297635?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/7785455008805297635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=7785455008805297635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7785455008805297635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7785455008805297635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-well-to-this-day.html' title='Look Well to This Day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4882296502937992424</id><published>2011-07-04T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:44:17.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>It's been hot, but nice out the past few days. I've been working on my tan for the Ms. wheelchair America contest. So far coming along pretty good (except for a few good tan lines that I need to get rid of). I'm just hanging out watching fireworks on TV, lame I know but going out to watch them isn't really an option. It's hard for me to stay in my wheelchair more than about eight or nine hours. After that I start getting really spastic and usually have an increase in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day that changes so I'm able to do more things in the evening. Right now I've been getting up in my wheelchair around 9 AM and getting back in bed around 5 PM. Although I don't go to sleep until 10 or 11 PM. This schedule isn't the most ideal for going out many places. If I have something going on at night that I want to be at or attend I will get back into bed around 2 or 3 PM and do range of motion and then get back up an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have to start getting up earlier and staying up later in my wheelchair though. This would be to get my body used to being in my wheelchair for long hours. It looks like I'm going to have a pretty full schedule when I'm in Michigan the first week of August for nationals. Everything starts at 9 AM and doesn't end until 9 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of planning for my trip. So far all of the tickets and hotel rooms are booked. That was the most stressful. Now that that's finished, my next project is to make lists of all the equipment and supplies I need to bring. Long process but definitely worth it in the long run. I'm so excited I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4882296502937992424?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4882296502937992424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4882296502937992424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4882296502937992424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4882296502937992424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6978785033563467841</id><published>2011-06-30T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:56:59.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Government Shutdown</title><content type='html'>It is highly unlikely that an agreement will happen before July 1. I saw on the Internet that they weren't even going to be discussing anything today. Yesterday the judge came to a decision on where most of the state funding will go during the government shutdown. She decided to keep funding for medical assistance programs. This is big news! The woman who called me to let me know manages Key Medical, the supply company that I got my wheelchair from. She was in the courtroom that day that I was there. She thanked me for going because she said just by showing up that I made a difference. That felt really good to know that I could help in that way and that I made an impact. Hopefully the shutdown won't last very long because it will definitely affect a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6978785033563467841?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6978785033563467841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6978785033563467841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6978785033563467841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6978785033563467841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-on-government-shutdown.html' title='Update on Government Shutdown'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6155449541683932843</id><published>2011-06-27T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:32:10.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Shutdown in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>Minnesota is preparing for a government shutdown if a budget deal isn't made by the end of the month. Thousands of employees would be laid off and many services that depend on state funding would be cut starting July 1 if a decision isn't made between Gov. Dayton and the Republican Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a hearing on July 23 at the Ramsey County Courthouse where a judge would rule on motions made to keep certain parts of the government funded should there be a shutdown. Mike Hatch, an attorney called me last week to see if I would make an appearance at the hearing. He filed a motion to intervene under my name, which would be heard in court. It was basically saying for the judge to consider keeping funding for medical assistance open during the government shutdown. I received a letter two weeks ago that said that my medical assistance would possibly be cut in the case of a shutdown. I was there to represent the hundreds of thousands of people with disabilities in Minnesota who also received a letter and rely on the state to pay for medical assistants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the motion was read to the judge I left, and the hearing went on the rest of the day. I found out after the hearing that the courtroom was filled with lawyers, lobbyists, and news reporters and that I was the only public figure. Supposedly I made a huge impact because so many people were wondering why and what I was doing there. I don't believe that they're going to cut medical services but there are tons of other services and programs that will be. This includes state parks and boards such as nursing, physical therapy and pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that if the government shutdown does happen here in Minnesota starting July 1, that it doesn't last very long. It would be a $5 billion deficit and a very big upset throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6155449541683932843?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6155449541683932843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6155449541683932843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6155449541683932843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6155449541683932843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/06/government-shutdown-in-minnesota_27.html' title='Government Shutdown in Minnesota'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8701251846209560199</id><published>2011-06-19T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:55:54.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standing Frame'/><title type='text'>Standing up</title><content type='html'>Lately I have only been getting in my Easystand stander about once or twice a week. It's been proving to be more difficult than before because my blood pressure has been dropping quicker. Because of this, I haven't been able to get up as high as I used to or for as long. Since I've been unable to get up to 90° it isn't always an enjoyable experience to me. I used to have fun and play games while standing, but now I just struggle to stay focused. I'm at a loss of what to do to make it better. I still do it when I can because I know it's good for me, but it's hard to enjoy it when I'm fighting my body to stay in there. I hope it gets better soon. I know the more I do it the easier it will get and over time my body should adjust again; I just have to be patience. I'm hanging in there though, and praying that everything works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8701251846209560199?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8701251846209560199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8701251846209560199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8701251846209560199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8701251846209560199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/06/standing-up.html' title='Standing up'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6136711117336029411</id><published>2011-06-14T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:16:17.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Me Around</title><content type='html'>I often wonder what people think when they see me out in public. I've done posts before about others staring at me and whispering amongst each other. I have talked about people being afraid of the unknown; afraid of things they don't understand. I've also said how I feel when situations of curiosity come about. Along with witnessing these encounters and events, I want to know what people are actually thinking. Are they confused about how I'm driving? Do they wonder why I'm in a wheelchair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was at target checking out. My nurse was directly in front of the cashier and I was back a little ways. The woman was looking at me and then looking down and then looking at me and looking down. She must've done it about four or five times before she leaned over to my nurse and very quietly said "was she in…" Then she stopped midsentence and looked over at me again. She then looked back at my nurse and said again, "was she in…" Before she could get the rest of her sentence out I said, "I was in a car accident." She softly nodded her head up and down, and then said "oh okay, that's what I thought." I explained a few more things and she listened and then she told me that she hopes everything goes well and that I have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very interesting. She was very curious and wanted to know what happened but was afraid to ask me. That's the opposite of what I want. I want people, especially children, to be able to come up and ask their questions to me directly. That would be much better than staring, whispering, or asking someone else. I know not everyone in a wheelchair prefers someone to ask them what happened or how they got where they are, but I do. It's not annoying or a nuisance or rude to me; it's just curiosity that's talking and I'm happy to answer anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6136711117336029411?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6136711117336029411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6136711117336029411' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6136711117336029411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6136711117336029411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/06/seeing-me-around.html' title='Seeing Me Around'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2848667596553063251</id><published>2011-06-07T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:29:24.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping You Updated…</title><content type='html'>I've been a little short on posts lately. The past couple weeks I've spent a lot of time outside and a lot of time thinking. I've also been planning for my trip to nationals in Grand Rapids, Michigan this August. It's proving to semi-difficult and lots of work; it's many little things that all have to be put together. I didn't realize I would become a planner/coordinator/fundraiser, etc. Despite the time it takes in the hard work, I'm enjoying being &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ms-Wheelchair-Minnesota-2011/156759441055677"&gt;Ms. wheelchair Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Saturday, there is an event put on by &lt;a href="http://www.accessability.org/Intro/index.html"&gt;AccessAbility&lt;/a&gt; called the &lt;span id="goog_1741317158"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Walk and Roll-A-Thon&lt;span id="goog_1741317159"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I will be at the finish line (or participating, depends on the weather). Tomorrow I'm going to be on KARE 11 news at 4 PM helping to promote the event. It's nothing big and I won't be saying anything, but I'll definitely be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2848667596553063251?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2848667596553063251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2848667596553063251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2848667596553063251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2848667596553063251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/06/keeping-you-updated.html' title='Keeping You Updated…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8814558818353636973</id><published>2011-06-01T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:50:33.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>Finish every day and be done with &lt;br /&gt;it. You have done what you &lt;br /&gt;could.  Some blunders and &lt;br /&gt;absurdities no doubt crept in; &lt;br /&gt;forget them as soon as you can.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day; begin it &lt;br /&gt;well and serenely and with too high &lt;br /&gt;a spirit to be cumbered with your &lt;br /&gt;old nonsense.  This day is all that &lt;br /&gt;is good and fair.  It is too dear, &lt;br /&gt;with its hopes and invitations, to &lt;br /&gt;waste a moment on yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8814558818353636973?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8814558818353636973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8814558818353636973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8814558818353636973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8814558818353636973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day at a Time'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3951143491934176276</id><published>2011-05-27T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:02:35.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of…</title><content type='html'>Today I spoke to about 75 third-graders at Glen Lake elementary school. During my speech, I told them my story and talked to them about staying positive no matter what. I also told them that it was okay to befriend someone with a disability and ask questions if need be. Then I shared with them about my title and me being Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota. After about a half an hour into it, I opened it up for questions. About two thirds of the kids eagerly raised their hand in curiosity. I spent another half an hour answering all sorts of questions from "how do you eat" to "can you feel or move anything" to "were you wearing your seatbelt" to "how many people were in the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was explaining my disability and that I'm paralyzed and that I'm just like everyone else only I do things differently. I was also talking about how there are many things that I can't do due to my disability. Usually I follow that with sharing all the things I am able to do. Before I got to that I called on a brave little girl in front of the group who asked my favorite question of the day which was "so, what can you do?" I was surprised that she got to it before I did but I was happy to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my fourth time speaking at Glen Lake and I really enjoy doing it. I went there when I was younger from second to sixth grade. Even a few of the same teachers are still there. When I was done and waiting for my ride it was lunch time so there were many kids were passing me. Two years ago I spoke there to third-graders and a year before that I spoke to first-graders. The third-graders are now in fifth grade and the first-graders are now in fourth grade. It was very interesting because a lot of them remembered me and stopped to say hi, which I thought was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school wants me to come back in the fall to speak again. I would also love to go to other elementary schools to talk to and educate children about people with disabilities. I get so much joy out of teaching them and it feels good to know that I am making a difference. This is something I wanted to for as long as I'm able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any place or event you know of that I could either make an appearance or speak at (as Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota) please share with me! I'm willing to go anywhere within the Twin Cities area. I look forward to your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3951143491934176276?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3951143491934176276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3951143491934176276' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3951143491934176276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3951143491934176276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/05/speaking-of.html' title='Speaking of…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-205916160874333281</id><published>2011-05-19T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:29:18.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I&apos;ve Been Doing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This and That…</title><content type='html'>School is over now for this semester. I received an A in both my stress management class and in my intercultural communications class. They were pretty good classes and I learned a lot, especially when it came to managing my stress. Soon I'm going to sign up for a class or two for the fall semester but I'm not sure what I'm going to take yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple days the weather here has been extremely nice. I've been going outside trying to get a tan before nationals. It feels good to get some fresh air and vitamin D. It just makes me a happier person after being out and about enjoying the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of nationals, I'm trying to get all my information together so I can send in the first two packets of three by May 24. We have enough money to cover the first half of the entry fee (also due the 24th) but that still leaves us with a large amount that were trying to get donated. I need to book the tickets ASAP before the prices start raising even more. I've got a few confirmations from people and companies who can make some bigger donations, but I haven't seen too much money yet. Hopefully everything will fall together smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will be in AmeriCorps until July 23, which is exactly one week before I leave for Michigan. I'm so excited that she will be able to come with me since she's missed a lot of events and activities already. Recently her group started a project on a nature reserve/Park in Bonners ferry, Idaho. I looked it up online and I saw all the stunning scenery. I'm so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is going good. I kind of feel like I should be more productive but I guess you could say I'm "taking it easy" for a couple weeks. I need some rest before all my events of the summer as my reign of Ms. wheelchair Minnesota 2011 continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-205916160874333281?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/205916160874333281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=205916160874333281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/205916160874333281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/205916160874333281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A Little Bit of This and That…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1871101179910508181</id><published>2011-05-13T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:00:22.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Please Help Support</title><content type='html'>As many of you know on April 11, 2011 I was crowned &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/quadsinluv?sk=info#!/pages/Ms-Wheelchair-Minnesota-2011/156759441055677"&gt;Ms. wheelchair Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;. This is a huge honor and I am happy to be an advocate for people with disabilities. I'm very excited for this role and eager to get started with my events. This includes going to nationals and competing in the Ms. wheelchair America contest in Michigan August 1 through August 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to raise money so that I can get to nationals this fall and represent the great state of Minnesota. We have estimated that it will probably cost around $8000. This would include hotel, flight, food, events etc. for me, three nurses and family. This is a big expense and the sooner we can come up with the money the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me by donating whatever you can to my cause, no matter how big or small. If you have a company that would like to donate their name will be put on the sponsors list in the packet at nationals. Ms. wheelchair Minnesota is a nonprofit organization so all donations can be used as a tax write off. (If you wish to do so, please indicate and a letter will be sent to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checks can be made out to:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checks can be sent to:&lt;br /&gt;2400 Lorien St.&lt;br /&gt;Minnetonka, MN 55305&lt;br /&gt;or…&lt;br /&gt;9720 Humboldt Ave S&lt;br /&gt;Bloomington, MN 55431&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also planning on holding a fundraiser mid-June. The money for this will be used not only for nationals but also for all events during my year-long reign as Ms. wheelchair Minnesota. If anyone has anything they would like to donate for a silent auction let me know. Also, if anyone has any suggestions or knows of anyone who can help with this please let me know as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1871101179910508181?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1871101179910508181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1871101179910508181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1871101179910508181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1871101179910508181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/05/please-help-support.html' title='Please Help Support'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8388131206319733028</id><published>2011-05-09T22:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:42:55.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disability Awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Happiness with a SCI</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why some people are happier than others? Do you think to yourself how someone could live their life with content given their circumstances? Have you ever noticed someone in a worse off situation that's happier than you? It's a common misconception that the more money or power or beauty or fame you have makes you a happier person. In fact, studies have shown that there isn't a strong correlation between these things and happiness. I believe it's all in how you look at things, how you view life and the things around you, and what you value most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often tell me that I "look so happy" and that I am a very "positive person" given my circumstances. I usually just smile and say thank you, because I really don't know what else to say to that. Some people actually seem shocked that I even give them a smile back. Yes, my situation is challenging. I'm a C-1 C-2 quadriplegic on a ventilator paralyzed from the neck down and require 24/7 nursing to do almost everything for me. When you word it that way it does sound a little depressing. But despite all of this, I do live my life to the fullest and I'm proud to say that I am a "happy and positive person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life would I be living if I went around being mad all the time for what happened to me? How do you think I would feel inside if I spent my days dwelling on the past instead of looking at the present and future? If I kept spinning questions around in my head like why me? What did I do to deserve this? Who would do such a thing? Why would anyone want to put this on another? Or if I were to question my own judgment by going through the scenario of that night and asking all the what if's. What if I had decided to stay home that night? What if I hadn't gotten in the car? What if I had chosen to sit in a different seat? To me, it seems so silly and pointless to ask these questions, given that it doesn't do any good and I never get any answers; the only thing it does do is make me go crazy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I know that there are many people out there in similar situations who have not accepted what's happened to them and do question things constantly. They wonder why they made the choices they did or how this could happen to them. To those people I say good luck in finding the answers and let me know if you do. In my mind, it is a waste of time to be mad or question choices made in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose happiness because I want my life to be worth something; I want meaning and purpose in my life. I want to be able to live with what happened to me and not die with regret, unforgiveness, frustration, bitterness, or anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8388131206319733028?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8388131206319733028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8388131206319733028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8388131206319733028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8388131206319733028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiness-with-sci.html' title='Happiness with a SCI'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5605047498087343404</id><published>2011-05-03T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:02:48.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Press Release</title><content type='html'>Check out the article about me in the &lt;a href="http://weeklynews.com/main.asp?SectionID=10&amp;SubSectionID=10&amp;ArticleID=8690&amp;TM=70186.16"&gt;Lakeshore Weekly News&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5605047498087343404?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5605047498087343404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5605047498087343404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5605047498087343404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5605047498087343404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/05/lakeshore-weekly-news.html' title='Press Release'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-7474780785298256394</id><published>2011-05-01T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:57:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>45 Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.  Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.  Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life.. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-7474780785298256394?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/7474780785298256394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=7474780785298256394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7474780785298256394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7474780785298256394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/05/45-lessons-in-life.html' title='45 Lessons in Life'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-177582106627953362</id><published>2011-04-28T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:56:51.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Capitol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXMYCw4sAgA/TbnUfjgqSRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/F89kSQ4EyQw/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXMYCw4sAgA/TbnUfjgqSRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/F89kSQ4EyQw/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I went to the state capital to introduce myself to a group of medical suppliers and lobbyists that were having a meeting there. It was put on by MAMES (Midwest Association for Medical Equipment Services). They wanted to meet Ms. wheelchair Minnesota and say their congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday my sister came to the door and surprised me. She had flown home from California (she's in AmeriCorps) for six days and didn't tell me. I was very shocked to see her, especially because she had been telling me all week that her and some of her teammates were going to the beach. She even texted me a picture of the beach saying she was there, but it was really from one of her teammates. Very clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up driving me to the capital. When I got there, I went into the meeting room and introduced myself. Then I was introduced to everyone else in the room, who were all from different supply companies. Then I spoke telling everyone a little bit more about myself, my situation and what my plan is as Ms. wheelchair Minnesota. They were all very pleased to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, my sister, nurse and I went on an hour long tour of the state capital. I had never been there before and thought it was really interesting. The tour guide took us all sorts of places and explained the architecture, artwork and designs. He even talked about all the different marbles that were used to build it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meeting, I was told that all of the funding has been taken care of for me to go to nationals in Grand Rapids, Michigan the first week in August. This is great news! Also, there were many requests for my appearance and speaking. This included Duluth, Minnesota in May or June and Nashville, Tennessee in September. I'm not quite sure about the latter yet; I still have to figure out how to get to Michigan. Duluth might be interesting to stay there overnight because it would be like a trial run before I spent five days in another state. I don't know yet, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also when I was there my coordinator, Anne, received an e-mail from a local newspaper saying that they want to do an interview with me. It is the Lakeshore weekly of Minnetonka. They e-mailed me 10 questions that I'm to answer and send back by tomorrow and they will put it in the paper next week along with my picture. This is the first news coverage that I've gotten since being crowned April 11. We're hoping to get lots more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, schools been going well. I'm looking forward to the end of the semester in the middle of May. After that it will be mostly doing things for Ms. wheelchair Minnesota, like making appearances at different events and speaking to different organizations. I know I keep saying it but I'm so excited for this opportunity and ready to dive right in. I'm sure this summer will go by very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-177582106627953362?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/177582106627953362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=177582106627953362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/177582106627953362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/177582106627953362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-at-capitol.html' title='Day at the Capitol'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXMYCw4sAgA/TbnUfjgqSRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/F89kSQ4EyQw/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5718100483771903472</id><published>2011-04-24T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:31:13.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOttfa77fI/TbRrkrG8KFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0km3kh--UfI/s1600/image2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOttfa77fI/TbRrkrG8KFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0km3kh--UfI/s320/image2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQO_snVelqs/TbRr_EcNkhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/E26H4Honfvc/s1600/happy+Easter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQO_snVelqs/TbRr_EcNkhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/E26H4Honfvc/s320/happy+Easter.jpg" width="320" /&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/1938228145507926076-5718100483771903472?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5718100483771903472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5718100483771903472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5718100483771903472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5718100483771903472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtOttfa77fI/TbRrkrG8KFI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0km3kh--UfI/s72-c/image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2805653967538621882</id><published>2011-04-22T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:48:32.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like It"</title><content type='html'>I developed a page on Facebook called Ms. wheelchair Minnesota 2011. It is there that I'll post all of the events that I'll be attending and places I'll be speaking at. I will also post pictures from places that I've gone to. If you have a Facebook and want to keep up with my schedule click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=517459476#!/pages/Ms-Wheelchair-Minnesota-2011/156759441055677"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit my page and click "like".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2805653967538621882?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2805653967538621882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2805653967538621882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2805653967538621882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2805653967538621882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-it.html' title='&quot;Like It&quot;'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4254789869874659076</id><published>2011-04-20T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:03:41.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Blog'/><title type='text'>50 K</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to inform everyone that my blog has now had over 50,000 visitors since I started it October of 2008. That's so amazing! Every day I think about the thousands of people that are impacted by me or what I've written. It makes me feel good to know that I can help and educate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4254789869874659076?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4254789869874659076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4254789869874659076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4254789869874659076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4254789869874659076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/50-k.html' title='50 K'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-365693940997409526</id><published>2011-04-20T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:30:20.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Events</title><content type='html'>I've taken the last week to recover a little bit from all the excitement. Other than doing some assignments for school, I've just been relaxing as much as I can. This whole thing has been very overwhelming for me, not to mention stressful. However, I'm grateful to be in this position and ready to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first order of business is to make an appearance at the state capital next Wednesday, April 27. There will be politicians and legislators there that I will be able to meet and get a chance to talk to. This is a great opportunity to represent people with disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of May I will be talking to a group of 75 third-graders about disability awareness. Then in June I will be appearing at a walk/roll a thon. There's many other things I'll be doing in between all these but they haven't been planned quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone in the area has a place they want me to come visit or speak at just e-mail me or leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-365693940997409526?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/365693940997409526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=365693940997409526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/365693940997409526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/365693940997409526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/upcoming-events.html' title='Upcoming Events'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5252919105507042959</id><published>2011-04-14T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:22:01.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>My Big Day</title><content type='html'>I'm now officially Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 AM-woke up&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM-washed my hair and got dressed&lt;br /&gt;9:00 AM-massage therapy&lt;br /&gt;10:15 AM-got into my wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;10:30 AM-blowdried and styled hair&lt;br /&gt;11:15 AM-ate lunch&lt;br /&gt;12:15 PM-got back into bed to rest and do range of motion&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM-got back into my wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;1:15 PM-put my final outfit on&lt;br /&gt;1:30 PM-professional makeup artist came&lt;br /&gt;2:15 PM-finish makeup session&lt;br /&gt;3:15 PM-left my house&lt;br /&gt;4:00 PM-arrived at Running Aces Harness Park&lt;br /&gt;5:05 PM-private interview with judges&lt;br /&gt;5:20 PM-finish interview&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM-ate dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM-doors opened&lt;br /&gt;6:15 PM-gave two-minute speech to the audience&lt;br /&gt;6:35 PM-comedian&lt;br /&gt;6:50 PM-live local band Machine 22&lt;br /&gt;7:15 PM-first runner-up announced&lt;br /&gt;7:20 PM-winner announced (that's me!)&lt;br /&gt;7:21 PM-billion photos taken and socializing&lt;br /&gt;8:15 PM-leave&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM-arrive home&lt;br /&gt;9:20 PM-get back into bed&lt;br /&gt;10:00 PM-remove makeup&lt;br /&gt;11:00 PM-fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I had an extremely busy day. It was also out of my routine. I usually get up in my wheelchair between 9 and 10 AM and get back into bed around 5 PM. That day I had to get back into bed for 45 min. in the middle of the day to stretch because of the long night ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professional makeup artist who came was a friend of my therapist, Nicole. I don't wear makeup very much but I think she did a great job. It took about 45 min. to do but she made it look really natural. I'll definitely have to get my makeup done again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about 45 min. for us to get the place. My 15 min. question and answer with the judges was supposed to start at 4:30 PM, but one of the judges (Mrs. Minnesota) was a half an hour late. I didn't end up doing it until a little after five. Then I had just under an hour to cath and eat dinner. Right when I got into position at the table they started announcing so I cut it pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one to give my two-minute speech to the audience. Four people followed me and then it was time for the judges deliberate. The interview was 70% and the speech was 30%. While the judges talked amongst themselves, there was a comedian and a band to keep us entertained. After that they announced the first runner-up and in the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to hear my name being called. When I went up there tons of people swarmed in front of me with their cameras. By the end of the night I couldn't see straight from all the flashes. Mrs. Minnesota put a sash around me and then crowned me. After the initial shock and congratulations, I mingled a little bit with everyone who was there while being photographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long drive home and even though I usually fall asleep when riding in vehicles, I couldn't because I was so anxious and excited. When I finally got home all I wanted to do was get back into bed to relieve my back pain. At that point, the neighbors and my aunt Sandy came in my room to congratulate me. Once I laid down I did range of motion because I was extremely tight and my spasticity was high due to the day. I was exhausted and delirious also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun though and am happy. I'm grateful for this opportunity to educate people and be an advocate for others with disabilities. Now I'm going to be very busy for the next year doing appearances and speaking all over. Also, I get to go to nationals in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The Ms. wheelchair America contest is the first week in August. This will be my first time on a plane since my accident. I'm excited to take a trip but a little nervous because I don't know how it will go. They said they wouldn't affect me if they could get me on a plane so I trust them completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some photos of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijw6yh1dvcQ/Tae9zvnn41I/AAAAAAAAAc0/K_92dDGF8bU/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijw6yh1dvcQ/Tae9zvnn41I/AAAAAAAAAc0/K_92dDGF8bU/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sajhh1p2sA/Tae-iDUNf8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/w3Xd5J2JpsA/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sajhh1p2sA/Tae-iDUNf8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/w3Xd5J2JpsA/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The band&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWx5XHHtLcY/Tae-lmToD_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/U_2rvclFk-A/s1600/IMG_1128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWx5XHHtLcY/Tae-lmToD_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/U_2rvclFk-A/s320/IMG_1128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my fan tables with my friends and dad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J36dYlK_76I/Tae-uKMEJLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8SIGW2qxcPg/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9lJPxU7yH4/Tae-0gF0hlI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1qfRJMfOkF4/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9lJPxU7yH4/Tae-0gF0hlI/AAAAAAAAAdE/1qfRJMfOkF4/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the judges&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ If you want to view the professional photos that were taken you can click &lt;a href="http://photos.momentsshared.com/Events/Ms-Wheelchair-MN-Pageant/16606318_j2bBo#1251384872_ZDUiJ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5252919105507042959?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5252919105507042959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5252919105507042959' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5252919105507042959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5252919105507042959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-big-day.html' title='My Big Day'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijw6yh1dvcQ/Tae9zvnn41I/AAAAAAAAAc0/K_92dDGF8bU/s72-c/IMG_1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1825360563135765428</id><published>2011-04-12T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:22:41.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>Crowned Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011</title><content type='html'>Last night was the Ms. wheelchair Minnesota contest, and I won! I had an amazing time and am so excited for this opportunity. I know I can do great things and educate many people. I will post pictures very soon. Thanks to everyone who supported me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1825360563135765428?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1825360563135765428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1825360563135765428' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1825360563135765428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1825360563135765428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/crowned-ms-wheelchair-minnesota-2011.html' title='Crowned Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota 2011'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5189645119035514119</id><published>2011-04-06T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:54:23.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Questions Answered</title><content type='html'>This is a comment I got a while back from someone anonymous. I decided to answer all the questions at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jenni, I stumbled upon your blog the other day and have been enjoying reading about your life. I have so many questions! I don't mean to pry, but I am curious about your life. It looks like you did a segment where you answered questions. Maybe my questions can be part of a segment like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does it get annoying having a nurse 24/7? Do you manage to get alone-time or is your nurse with you all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't exactly say it gets annoying. However, it is difficult to have somebody by you constantly or at least an earshot away. Sometimes I get frustrated that someone always has to be with me. I am able to get alone time in my room if the nurse is sitting at the desk in the other room. But that's about the extent of it. If something were to happen to me, for example, my tubes popping off, there would need to be a person here that could put them back on so I could breathe. That person may be my mom, dad, sister or a nurse. If I get sad, frustrated, mad or even annoyed, I just remember that they are my hands and that they are here to help me not hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After the accident were you angry at the driver of the car or was it a type of accident that was purely accidental? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never once been angry at the driver. I have forgiven them completely and in my view it was just an accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you still have the same friends from before the accident? Has it been difficult to maintain those friendships since you might not have the same things in common (basketball, other sports, etc)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some of the same friends as before the accident. Some I talk to on a regular basis and see frequently and some call or come around when times are convenient. Yes I would say that it's definitely more difficult to maintain relationships with friends because I'm unable to do a lot of the same things. Most of the times my friends have to come to me to hang out and send me going to them or meeting at places. But as long as they're willing to adjust then it usually works out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is it tough to make new friends as a quad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is tough sometimes to make new friends, but it isn't impossible. It seems hard for others to approach someone with a disability because people are afraid of the unknown. I guess I would say that it is harder to find new friends who are able-bodied versus disabled because I have more in common with someone who has a disability. I have made many new friends since my accident including past nurses and people from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. At school, how do you take notes about your professors' lectures and take exams and things like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a class that requires a lot of notetaking, someone will come in from the office for students with disabilities (OSD) at the beginning of the semester and ask if someone in the class would be willing to take notes on carbon copy. That way I can get a copy of the notes without someone having to write twice. If the tests are online, I can do them myself using speech recognition software. However, if I have to take them at school then I usually do it either outside the classroom with my nurses' help or in the OSD with help from the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How are your nurses and other things paid for? Does your family pay or are they covered by insurance, or some other method?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I utilize or use that needs to be paid for first gets submitted to my insurance company. If they deny it, which is very common, then I have Medical Assistance that takes over. This includes nurses, PCA's, medications, and all the supplies and equipment that I require.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are MN sidewalks difficult to navigate by wheelchair during the winter? Is a snowy and icy climate a tough place to be disabled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota sidewalks are difficult to maneuver around even in the summer, let alone the winter. I don't usually go cruising down the streets when it's 0°F with a 30 below windchill. That can be a little cold. If I go outside in the winter it's usually from the house to the vehicle and from the vehicle to the place I'm going and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is somewhat difficult living in a cold, snowy place with a disability. Although I think there'd be challenges wherever I went. One of the harder things for most quads living in a cold climate would be temperature control, since it's hard for people with SCI's to regulate their body temperature. Luckily I don't have that problem very often since my injury is incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all great questions and I'm glad you asked. I'll most likely answer any question posed to me, with the exception of a few. If anyone else has questions or comments, feel free to share them below. If you'd like to, you can e-mail me with them instead. I look forward to what you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5189645119035514119?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5189645119035514119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5189645119035514119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5189645119035514119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5189645119035514119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-questions-answered.html' title='More Questions Answered'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8472551669041840368</id><published>2011-04-02T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:54:01.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget to Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra8bDjZNjVA/TZd9_qeA5yI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KTM_85960S0/s1600/i%252520was%252520dying_____1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra8bDjZNjVA/TZd9_qeA5yI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KTM_85960S0/s400/i%252520was%252520dying_____1.jpg" width="400" /&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/1938228145507926076-8472551669041840368?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8472551669041840368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8472551669041840368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8472551669041840368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8472551669041840368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-forget-to-live.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to Live'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra8bDjZNjVA/TZd9_qeA5yI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KTM_85960S0/s72-c/i%252520was%252520dying_____1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-729020682798164356</id><published>2011-03-30T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:23:17.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Today I got an official phone call from the person who is coordinating the Ms. wheelchair Minnesota contest. She told me that I was picked to be a contestant, which is great news! Now I just have to prepare my 1 1/2-2 min. speech on my platform. I am choosing to talk about educating children about people with disabilities because I think that's where it starts. This is a great opportunity for me. The winner goes on to nationals to the Ms. wheelchair America contest. It is held sometime in the first week of August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://events.minnesota.cbslocal.com/localevents/event//3092-Ms-Wheelchair-Minnesota"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit the webpage that shows the time and place of the contest on April 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-729020682798164356?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/729020682798164356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=729020682798164356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/729020682798164356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/729020682798164356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6383368974377701959</id><published>2011-03-27T16:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:33:34.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Ball</title><content type='html'>Many people with spinal cord injuries struggle with curvature of the spine due to lack of muscle stability and movement. This may require the use of a back brace. At worst case scenario surgery is needed to fuse the bones together in order to fix the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got my halo taken off, the doctors fused my neck from C-1 to C-4; the rest of my spine is not. I curve in three places: at the base of my neck, in my thoracic region (in between my shoulder blades), and in my lower back. Aside from a sideways curve, my lower back also curves inward causing lordosis (more commonly known as arching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a back brace every day while I'm up in my wheelchair, about eight hours, to help keep my spine straight. However, over time the curve has gotten progressively worse. In order to avoid surgery my therapist has been thinking of ideas to straighten my spine out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago my therapist had an idea of putting me prone on one of those big exercise balls. This would help my back from curving. The first day I did it I wasn't nervous at all. When they got me flipped over I immediately felt nauseous because the ball was pushing on my stomach. After getting positioned correctly, they were able to get my spine fairly straight and my muscles relaxed. The position was a little awkward and not what I was used to, but manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I did it was two weeks later. That time I had three therapists with me. Like the first time, I felt nauseous in the beginning. This time I actually threw up (first time since before my accident) because the ball was pushing on my vagus nerve. It came up by gravity; I didn't gag at all. Despite the unpleasant experience, they were able to get my spine even straighter than the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went on the ball for the third time. This was two weeks after the second. The amazing thing was I didn't feel sick at all and they got my back completely flat. They even got most of my curves to straighten out. I posted a picture of me on the ball below. It doesn't show my whole body, but you can get a general idea. I think we are going to continue to do this every two weeks because it can help to avoid surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlkgH1Fsc14/TY-rS_VMzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7qDMWiIrdrI/s1600/IMG_1089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlkgH1Fsc14/TY-rS_VMzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7qDMWiIrdrI/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6383368974377701959?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6383368974377701959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6383368974377701959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6383368974377701959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6383368974377701959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-ball.html' title='On the Ball'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlkgH1Fsc14/TY-rS_VMzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7qDMWiIrdrI/s72-c/IMG_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6399884688147351888</id><published>2011-03-19T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:03:53.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hanging out</title><content type='html'>My mom is on vacation in Mexico for the week so my friend Stephanie is staying with me. We've been having lots of fun. Today my dad came over with his friend Peggy and we all played Scrabble. That's definitely one of my favorite games, along with cribbage. Tomorrow Steph and I are going to a movie around noon. I'm excited to get out of the house somewhere besides school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be nice weather when we go. Today it's almost 50° but partly cloudy. I think there's only about 3-6 inches of snow left on the ground in our backyard, but in a lot of places there's bare grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I sent in my application for Ms. wheelchair Minnesota. It was to to be received no later than the 20th. Sending it in doesn't guarantee that I'll be picked to be a contestant, but hopefully they'll let me know soon. I'm excited either way. I'll definitely do a post as soon as I find out. Thanks for all the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6399884688147351888?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6399884688147351888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6399884688147351888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6399884688147351888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6399884688147351888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-mom-is-on-vacation-in-mexico-for.html' title='Just Hanging out'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1880084109083750435</id><published>2011-03-15T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:42:05.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hPPAKQwEWws/TX_N3zgCPcI/AAAAAAAAAco/BOLKXMLNoVg/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hPPAKQwEWws/TX_N3zgCPcI/AAAAAAAAAco/BOLKXMLNoVg/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ovPBUza_G9w/TX_NzE7UFJI/AAAAAAAAAck/VtVPpkotwIU/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ovPBUza_G9w/TX_NzE7UFJI/AAAAAAAAAck/VtVPpkotwIU/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two head shots I'm going to use for the Ms. wheelchair Minnesota contest. They say in the packet that they have to be "professional quality" but I don't really have time to go to a studio or anything. I think these photos are pretty good quality for my little digital camera. They probably pick one to put in the brochure. I still have to come up with a motto that I stand by. I like "nothing is impossible" but Christopher Reeve took that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1880084109083750435?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1880084109083750435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1880084109083750435' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1880084109083750435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1880084109083750435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/head-shots.html' title='Head Shots'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hPPAKQwEWws/TX_N3zgCPcI/AAAAAAAAAco/BOLKXMLNoVg/s72-c/IMG_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1083791072386615259</id><published>2011-03-14T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:20:58.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hp6RHony6Hs/TX7a8AiGnlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fCgLLXkW_Ms/s1600/174597_174180105949729_1114672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hp6RHony6Hs/TX7a8AiGnlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fCgLLXkW_Ms/s1600/174597_174180105949729_1114672_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On April 11, 2011 I am going to compete to become Ms. wheelchair Minnesota, part of Ms. wheelchair America. I'm in the process of finishing the packet that is due on the 20th. Among different questions, I have to list other speaking engagements, volunteer work and achievements, a motto, and a platform. I also have to submit two 5 x 7 photos of myself. I'm definitely excited to share what I have to offer. I hope I win because I have a lot to talk about. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it says on the &lt;a href="http://www.mswheelchairamerica.org/"&gt;Ms. wheelchair America&lt;/a&gt; website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mission of Ms. Wheelchair America is to provide an opportunity of achievement for women who happen to be wheelchair users to successfully educate and advocate for the more than 52 million Americans living with disabilities. Unlike traditional beauty pageants, Ms. Wheelchair America is not a contest to select the most attractive individual. It is instead a competition based on advocacy, achievement, communication and presentation to select the most accomplished and articulate spokeswoman for persons with disabilities. The selected representative must be able to communicate both the needs and the accomplishments of her constituency to the general public, the business community and the legislature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1083791072386615259?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1083791072386615259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1083791072386615259' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1083791072386615259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1083791072386615259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/ms-wheelchair-minnesota.html' title='Ms. Wheelchair Minnesota'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hp6RHony6Hs/TX7a8AiGnlI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fCgLLXkW_Ms/s72-c/174597_174180105949729_1114672_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2643818887079964400</id><published>2011-03-08T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:42:24.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I have this week off of school for spring break. It feels really good to have some time to do things other than homework. I wish I was going on vacation somewhere warm though. I had a dentist appointment yesterday and everything checked out okay. No cavities and my gums have healed nicely from when they took my wisdom teeth out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and had a renal ultrasound done on my kidneys and bladder at the Gillette hospital. Since I'm prone to bladder stones (and have had two in the past), I have to get an ultrasound every year. After that appointment I took the shuttle down the street a couple miles to the Gillette clinic to see the urologist. Needless to say it was a long day; I left my house at 10 AM and didn't get home till 5 PM. After seven hours of being out and about I'm ready for some well needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully sometime this week I can get out and go shopping or something fun besides appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2643818887079964400?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2643818887079964400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2643818887079964400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2643818887079964400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2643818887079964400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4345669890829098392</id><published>2011-03-03T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:53:41.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Lighthouse Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse"&lt;br /&gt;~ Japanese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ancient times, Lighthouses were used to mark dangerous coastlines, hazardous shoals and reefs, often in inaccessible locations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They exist because storms exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They symbolize safety, guidance and Integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our lives, we find ourselves in difficult places. But the truth is that it is not about you. It is about the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about understanding the purpose of being a Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lightworkers, we are the Light in the dark. The Lighthouse Call is the opportunity to shine your Light for others. Maybe the only light they will see is coming from YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the work you came to do and it is not going to be forever in a place you don't want to be. This is the Mission of a true Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video for more. It's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WR_gkVjGbV4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4345669890829098392?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4345669890829098392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4345669890829098392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4345669890829098392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4345669890829098392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/lighthouse-wisdom.html' title='Lighthouse Wisdom'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WR_gkVjGbV4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-5934116248508593310</id><published>2011-03-01T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:58:46.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Injections</title><content type='html'>I got Botox injections in my neck and shoulders yesterday. It's been six months since the last time I had them and usually I don't go more than three. It was a long wait to get some relief. The Botox loosens my muscles and helps to decrease my pain. I'd like to have it injected in all my tight muscles, but I can only get so much at once. My neck is the most important since it's the tightest and that's really the only thing I can move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scheduled it next to be in three months. I'm also planning on getting phenol blocks in my feet because they are dropping and arching really bad. Phenol blocks are intended anesthetize a nerve. The medicine is particularly used to help stop/control spasticity and tightness. I've tried Botox before but that didn't work to loosen them up. Hopefully this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-5934116248508593310?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/5934116248508593310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=5934116248508593310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5934116248508593310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/5934116248508593310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/03/injections.html' title='Injections'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3340127841354156796</id><published>2011-02-27T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:08:51.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Wonder…</title><content type='html'>I know what it's like for me because I live it every day, but I wonder what it's like for other quadriplegics in my situation and if they do the same things I do. I wonder if they do range of motion and how often. I wonder how many times a day they change position. I wonder how long they can be up in their wheelchair. I wonder if they have occupational, physical, or massage therapy. I wonder what type of technologies they have to be independent. I wonder how they get around to different appointments and stores. I wonder if they get adequate staffing to assist them. I wonder if they are accepting of their situation. I wonder what they say to themselves in times of struggle. I wonder how much they are like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3340127841354156796?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3340127841354156796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3340127841354156796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3340127841354156796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3340127841354156796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-716333477787722689</id><published>2011-02-23T13:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:39:30.842-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring People/Stories'/><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We told them so."&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."&lt;br /&gt;"It`s foolish to chase wild visions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-716333477787722689?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/716333477787722689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=716333477787722689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/716333477787722689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/716333477787722689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4912324387465989993</id><published>2011-02-21T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:06:39.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Season</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely feeling better since my reaction last week. I can't say the same for my staff. It seems like everybody around me is getting sick, including my mom. One of my nurses was supposed to work Friday Saturday and Sunday 12 hours each day. She had to call in for all three of them because she was so sick. Friday and Saturday my mom took the shifts and on Sunday we had a nurse come to fill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the PCA that usually works from 7 AM to 11 AM called in sick on Sunday. So my mom came down to help the nurse get me dressed and out of bed. Then the PCA that works weekdays called last night saying that she just got out of the hospital for emergency surgery and she can't work for two weeks. So, looks like my mom will be helping out with that now too until we can find someone. Staffing is hard around times where sickness is going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4912324387465989993?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4912324387465989993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4912324387465989993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4912324387465989993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4912324387465989993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick-season.html' title='Sick Season'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-164642871526485952</id><published>2011-02-17T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:09:47.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Reaction</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I started getting a fever around 100°F (about 68°C). It was so weird because it would come around 9 PM and break by the middle of the night. I was feeling fine and there were no symptoms of any infections, which usually come before the fever. Monday I had a urine culture done just to see if I had a UTI. They called yesterday confirming that I did. Haven't had one since April of 09 so that was disappointing. They put me on a really strong antibiotic called Augmentin for 10 days twice a day. I've taken this medicine in the past for UTIs and never had a problem with it. I took my first dose yesterday at 3:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up my nurse asked me if I was warm. I told her no and asked why. She said because my face was really red. Then she said that it looked puffier than usual. I looked in the mirror and saw red dots like a rash under my eyes and a white rim around my mouth; perfect contrast to my red-face. Turns out I had had an allergic reaction to the medication. It was kind of scary at first, but the redness and rash went away within a couple hours. Despite the issues, I still went to school today. I'm going to the doc tomorrow to get checked out and prescribed a new antibiotic. Just one more medication to add to my allergies list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-164642871526485952?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/164642871526485952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=164642871526485952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/164642871526485952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/164642871526485952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/total-reaction.html' title='Total Reaction'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8400942533818452701</id><published>2011-02-13T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:25:09.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>ICU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNHOdMibEFE/TVg9AtQQ6wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oFwew2TQwjQ/s1600/ICU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNHOdMibEFE/TVg9AtQQ6wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oFwew2TQwjQ/s400/ICU.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my mom was looking through some old stuff and found this picture of me when I was in the ICU. It was taken about a week after my accident. It's interesting for me to see because there aren't many pictures of me from when I was in the hospital. I believe by this time I was pretty aware of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like being in the ICU at all. I was there for three weeks and it was noisy all the time; machines beeping indefinitely, people crying in pain, screaming loved ones over losses. However, the nurses were good to me and I had a lot of visitors from my friends and family. For what it's worth, this made the experience all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8400942533818452701?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8400942533818452701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8400942533818452701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8400942533818452701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8400942533818452701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/icu.html' title='ICU'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNHOdMibEFE/TVg9AtQQ6wI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oFwew2TQwjQ/s72-c/ICU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8679142384712592359</id><published>2011-02-09T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:23:54.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking lately about flying because I love to travel and would like to see other places. I'm not sure if I want to be stuck in Minnesota the rest of my life. Don't get me wrong, I love it here with all that snow and below zero weather. But there are things out there for me to see. I know that Christopher Reeve flew places, but he probably had his own plane. I heard it's really difficult for someone in my situation to fly. I would need to buy two seats, one for me and one for my vent. At least two nurses would have to come with, one for the day and one for the night shift. I wouldn't be able to sit in my wheelchair on the plane, so they'd have to carry me to my seat. Then they store the wheelchair down below but I was told they have to disable all of the electrical portions so it doesn't interfere with the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to make arrangements for staying somewhere wherever I go. It's not like I can just book any old hotel because I need a decent bed so I don't get sores and a way to get in and out of bed so someone doesn't have to lift me. Oh yeah, I forgot about all the equipment I'll have to bring; emergency backup equipment, suction machine, my vent with tubing and extra just in case, batteries and cords, enough supplies for cathing, medicines etc. Sounds like a lot of work and time when you lay it all out like that. I know it's doable, but is it practical. Any suggestions? (Buying my own plane is not an option right now, unless I win the lottery or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8679142384712592359?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8679142384712592359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8679142384712592359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8679142384712592359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8679142384712592359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4360753026483671925</id><published>2011-02-06T15:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:18:13.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stress Journal-#68</title><content type='html'>For my stress management class we have to pick 20 journals to write over the course of the semester. We had to buy a stress journal that has different prompts, questions and scenarios for us to write about. Here is one of the journals I chose and my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#68-A Traumatic Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Into our lives a little rain must fall, but it seems that once or twice it becomes a devastating flood, and we subsequently get pulled under and washed away in the currents. Broken bones, the death of a close friend or loved one, and child abuse are just a handful of life's many tragedies. "Tragedy," it is said, "keeps a person humble." It can also leave physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual scars that may take a lifetime to heal. Times like these are often referred to as "the dark nights of the soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction may vary, but immediately after experiencing a tragedy, people sometimes talk nervously. This is one of the initial manifestations of grief. This stage is often followed by withdrawal and eventually by a slow reemergence into society. These types of experiences from years ago can affect our outlook and behavior on several issues, often without our knowledge. If you have been spared a personal tragedy, consider yourself lucky. If you have experienced an event of this nature and wish to recount it here, feel free to do so. How did you feel, and how do you feel now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight and half years ago I was in a tragic car accident. I broke my neck and injured my spinal cord, leaving me paralyzed and vent dependent. In the beginning, it was extremely hard for me to deal with the fact that I'm probably going to be paralyzed for the rest of my life. I kept thinking "how could this happen, why me, what do I do now?" As time went on it got a little bit easier to accept, although I was still in a state of shock. I believe my feelings back then were normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever really been able to grieve about my losses. If I start to think about it, somehow it always seems to get pushed back down in my head. You know how some people are able to just let it all out when a family member dies or something tragic happens. Well, that's really hard for me to do; showing my emotions means being vulnerable, and for some reason I can't do it very often. Which I know isn't really good for you because it's better if one can share their feelings and talk about them. That's one of the core ways people do grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My accident has definitely changed my outlook on life. I feel very fortunate to be alive and don't take anything for granted. I value my life and my things more and try to do good for others. It seems that my accident has had a profound effect on me, good and bad. Yes, it has left emotional and physical scars on me. I am reminded every day of the tragedy that happened when I look at myself. However, I believe I'm a better person today because of it and have learned a lot over the past years. I've also met some wonderful and amazing people with whom I never would've met if this hadn't happened to me. Overall, although there have been some bumps in the road and challenges to overcome, I am still here and trying and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4360753026483671925?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4360753026483671925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4360753026483671925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4360753026483671925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4360753026483671925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/stress-journal-68.html' title='Stress Journal-#68'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-323580325164399934</id><published>2011-02-02T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:59:27.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on SCI</title><content type='html'>There are over 400,000 people in this country living with spinal cord injuries. They range in age from children to adults. This injury can happen to anyone, at any age. I can only speak of having this injury as a once very active teenager. I believe that unless you are a close family member or close friend of someone with a spinal cord injury, it is difficult to understand what life is like for them. I don’t think most people understand what it is like to cope with the tremendous losses; the loss of the use of your body, the loss of living a normal active life, the loss of some friends. They don’t understand the depression and anger of having no control over your body and life. I am never alone. I have nursing care 24/7. Nothing about me or my life is personal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people are afraid of the unknown.  If people could gain more knowledge about spinal cord injuries, I think they would be more understanding and not be so afraid to talk to the person with the injury. When I go out in public I feel like people are afraid to approach me and talk to me. If they would they might meet a new friend. I think most people would be happy and willing to share their stories of living with this injury. I know I would.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my accident when I thought of someone with a spinal cord injury, I automatically thought of Christopher Reeve. I thought of his steps of achievement, his opportunities, and his hope for the world of spinal cord injured people. There is some research that’s gone on to help cure this common injury; however we have a long way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-323580325164399934?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/323580325164399934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=323580325164399934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/323580325164399934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/323580325164399934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-on-sci.html' title='Thoughts on SCI'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1423943983179659532</id><published>2011-02-01T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:01:46.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Every Moment</title><content type='html'>A Dog's Purpose &lt;br /&gt;(from a 6-year-old).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.  I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.  As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.  The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.  The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'  Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.  He said, &lt;strong&gt;'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'&lt;/strong&gt; The six-year-old continued, &lt;strong&gt;'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live like a dog:  Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:  When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. Take naps. Stretch before rising. Run, romp, and play daily. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.  Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.  When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently. ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1423943983179659532?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1423943983179659532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1423943983179659532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1423943983179659532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1423943983179659532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/02/enjoy-every-moment.html' title='Enjoy Every Moment'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8921751843444692148</id><published>2011-01-29T15:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:33:22.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUSFAFwptyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/H2t1U2pDzvs/s1600/opossum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUSFAFwptyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/H2t1U2pDzvs/s320/opossum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've identified the mystery tracks. Turns out they're from an opossum (and I was right, the squiggly line is a tail). Ugly looking things aren't they! They're really annoying too because they dig up gardens. Someone suggested that so I looked up "opossum tracks" online and found the image below that led me to my belief. Although I have to say the picture I took is pretty unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUSGcgzrwsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JE2pZ1qqbbU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" width="364" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUSGcgzrwsI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JE2pZ1qqbbU/s400/images.jpg" /&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/1938228145507926076-8921751843444692148?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8921751843444692148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8921751843444692148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8921751843444692148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8921751843444692148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUSFAFwptyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/H2t1U2pDzvs/s72-c/opossum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-7912366684479957031</id><published>2011-01-28T22:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:19:28.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracks in the Snow</title><content type='html'>Our property is surrounded by woods with trees and a pond. Naturally, we get all sorts of different animals running through our yard. I love feeding the squirrels and birds and watching them interact. They like seeds, nuts, and corn the best. They come right up to the window on the door to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOTyP9kLGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kL2l1Nj2i04/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOTyP9kLGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kL2l1Nj2i04/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's winter and there's snow covering everywhere, they make tracks wherever they run. It is always fun to try to identify which tracks belong to which animals. Today, we saw ones we've never seen before. I posted a picture below to see if anyone else knew what they were. I'm assuming the squiggly line is a tale? Let me know if you have a good guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOUIOs3wkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hf_NT7qw2cw/s1600/IMG_0934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOUIOs3wkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hf_NT7qw2cw/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOUSPWngnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jkcbUpDUNzY/s1600/IMG_0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOUSPWngnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jkcbUpDUNzY/s320/IMG_0938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really strange. I can't figure out what animal it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-7912366684479957031?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/7912366684479957031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=7912366684479957031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7912366684479957031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/7912366684479957031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/tracks-in-snow.html' title='Tracks in the Snow'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TUOTyP9kLGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kL2l1Nj2i04/s72-c/IMG_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8835751300555114460</id><published>2011-01-25T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:18:01.862-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Poems'/><title type='text'>No Silence</title><content type='html'>In my life there is no silence. Even when I am the only person in the room, there's always a constant flow of noise inserting into my ears, getting trapped inside my head. A whoosh of air going in and out, in and out; it is an everlasting hum that can be heard throughout the house. My ventilator breathes for me. Requiring electricity to run, it is an energy sucking, life-saving machine that never stops going. Power is essential. Electrical currents flow out of the outlet, up through the thick gray cord and into the machine. In and out, in and out; filling my lungs with air; oxygen running through my body; giving me life. It is a process that never stops, never sleeps and is never quiet. In my life there is no silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have often lamented that we cannot close our ears with as much ease as we can our eyes." ~Richard Steele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8835751300555114460?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8835751300555114460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8835751300555114460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8835751300555114460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8835751300555114460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-silence.html' title='No Silence'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3208902123626846651</id><published>2011-01-21T13:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:46:38.731-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessibility'/><title type='text'>Obstacles in the Community: Sidewalk Ramps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TTnhoWKrFnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RxD600TBg0k/s1600/curbRamp2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TTnhoWKrFnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RxD600TBg0k/s320/curbRamp2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being in a wheelchair poses many obstacles in the community. One major thing is accessibility; whether it be stairs, narrow doorways or a jampacked clothing store. It all poses a problem for someone using a wheelchair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that can be a problem is sidewalk ramps. In the front of most buildings there are sidewalks and curbs, and usually a place that dips down for a stroller, shopping cart, wheelchair etc. Placement of these ramps is key for someone in a wheelchair and it seems that they're not always where you think they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would assume that they would be right in front of the store, but that's not always the case. Sometimes I find that they are on the side or back of buildings which means that I have to go around first in order to get to the front. In the middle of winter when it's 10°F (-22°C), that's not always the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the street from my house is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strip_mall"&gt;strip mall&lt;/a&gt; with about 10 to 12 stores connected in an L-shape. If I want to go into a store at one end, I have to go to the middle corner to get up onto the sidewalk because there are no ramps at the ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just ramps that go to stores either. It's also ones that go from the street to the sidewalk. If they are not placed properly, one has to go out of the way to get to them. For example, also down the street from my house is a mall which I like to travel to every once in a while. Most of the way I can use the sidewalk, but then I come up to an intersection which I have to cross. Because of the heavy traffic I am unable to cross at the light. The only other ramp to get off the sidewalk is to the right of the light about half a block. However, once you get off there is no ramp to get back up on the other side of the street. I have to go up the side of the busy street, go around an exit and then enter into the parking lot of the mall. Very inconvenient and dangerous as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with sidewalk ramps are mostly only visible to someone who faces the challenge. As are other accessibility issues throughout the community. If you're in a wheelchair, and you know of other little things that pose problems, leave a comment and share. I'd love to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3208902123626846651?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3208902123626846651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3208902123626846651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3208902123626846651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3208902123626846651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/obstacles-in-community-sidewalk-ramps.html' title='Obstacles in the Community: Sidewalk Ramps'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7GsMlHaU8_U/TTnhoWKrFnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RxD600TBg0k/s72-c/curbRamp2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2039528448542156618</id><published>2011-01-19T15:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:47:20.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring People/Stories'/><title type='text'>Subject: the Seven Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>This was originally posted 10/12/08. I'm not sure if everyone's read it, but I think it's a great story so I decided to repost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Egypt's great pyramids&lt;br /&gt;2. The Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;4. Panama Canal&lt;br /&gt;5. Empire State building&lt;br /&gt;6. Tt. Peter's Basilica&lt;br /&gt;7. The Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;While counting up the votes, the teacher noted that one quiet student hadn't turned in his paper yet, so she asked the child if he was having trouble with his list. The reply came, "Yes, a little. I can't quite make up my mind because there are so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have and maybe we can help." He hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are:&lt;br /&gt;1. To touch&lt;br /&gt;2. To taste&lt;br /&gt;3. To see&lt;br /&gt;4. To hear&lt;br /&gt;He hesitated a little, then added:&lt;br /&gt;5. To feel&lt;br /&gt;6. To laugh&lt;br /&gt;7. and, to love"&lt;br /&gt;The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. These things we overlook as simple and ordinary are truly wondrous-a gentle reminder that the most precious things in life cannot be bought or built.&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this story! I think it really makes people realize how valuable life is and not to take the little things for granted. There are people out there who can't touch, taste, see, hear, feel, laugh, or love. Think about it. Put yourself in their position, or even my position. Try sitting still for five minutes. No moving around, scratching itches, moving your hair from your face etc. It's hard isn't it. I know there is no way that anyone could know or even imagine how it feels to lose or be missing a sense unless it had happened or was happening to them. Even doing a simple experiment like sitting still for five minutes or wearing a blindfold for a day cannot show someone to the full extent what it's like to have a disability. Just something to think about when you're holding your kids, tasting your favorite food, watching the sunset, listening to the birds, getting a massage, reading a funny joke, or spending time with the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2039528448542156618?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2039528448542156618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2039528448542156618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2039528448542156618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2039528448542156618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/subject-seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='Subject: the Seven Wonders of the World'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-291448654137074267</id><published>2011-01-14T22:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:47:56.717-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurses'/><title type='text'>Calling All Nurses</title><content type='html'>I depend on nurses 24/7 to meet most of my needs and do cares for me. They work 12 hour shifts; 7 AM to 7 PM and 7 PM to 7 AM. I have seven different nurses at this time, but it can vary depending on whether they work full-time or part-time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult having someone around and constantly with me all the time. Sometimes I just want to be alone with no one in the house, but I know that will never be as long as I'm on a ventilator and have a trach. The nurses don't have to be right beside me all the time though. We have an intercom system throughout the house, so they could be out in the other room while I'm in my room. If I need them I just call their name and they should be able to hear me and come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are usually out in the other room at night when I'm sleeping, unless they're doing cares on me. The night shift proves to be the hardest for people because they have to stay awake the whole time in case something happens. One problem that I have sometimes is if they accidentally fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times where I wake up in the middle of the night and need something. I'll call for them but if they don't come right away I first assume there in the bathroom. If after a couple of calls they don't come, I start to panic and think they fell asleep, which is usually the case. Sometimes they just simply don't hear me if they're doing something else or running the water or something like that, but not every time. If they are asleep, they eventually wake up if I yell loud enough and long enough and come into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think of some sort of call switch that I can use. But that would require them to reposition it and get it in the right place every time they repositioned me. I'm definitely going to look into that though. Unless it happened every single night, I wouldn't fire someone over accidentally falling asleep because it's really hard to find good nurses. I just have to let them know that that's not okay and to try their hardest to stay awake so I can stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-291448654137074267?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/291448654137074267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=291448654137074267' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/291448654137074267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/291448654137074267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/calling-all-nurses.html' title='Calling All Nurses'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-94668778162585559</id><published>2011-01-10T16:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:28:07.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classes'/><title type='text'>Spring Classes</title><content type='html'>My online stress management class started today. It seems like it's going to be really good. Due to my situation, my life tends to be very stressful and I get a lot of anxiety. Hopefully I'll learn how to manage some of the stress and find ways to cope and relax. Maybe I'll have some good tips that I can post later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intercultural communication class starts tomorrow at Normandale. I'm very excited to take it because I love communications and to learn different ways to communicate. After all that is the area I'm getting my Associates in. This will be my fifth and final communications class that I take. I'm kind of sad that I won't be taking anymore after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's wonderful to wake up in the morning knowing your doing all that you can do."&lt;br /&gt;-Renée Locks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-94668778162585559?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/94668778162585559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=94668778162585559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/94668778162585559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/94668778162585559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-classes.html' title='Spring Classes'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-8404060469976188621</id><published>2011-01-05T14:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:56:46.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back at 2010</title><content type='html'>I have summarized my experiences in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, I reached 20,000 visitors; I had trouble sleeping and changed sleep medication; I started a Psychology of Religion class at Normandale for spring semester; I was unable to drive my wheelchair because my tongue touches ran out of battery; at the end of January, after several weeks of not being able to use my wheelchair, my tongue touches arrived in the mail; I struggled with my lack of control over things and independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, I finished reading The shack by William Paul Young; I had some trouble with my headset for my computer and was unable to use my speech recognition software for a couple of days; I went on an outing to Mystic Lake Casino; I was struggling to find ideas for blog posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, I had nurses come and go; I discovered new movement in my left thumb; I talked about the difficulty of training and new nurses; I did a post on overcoming challenges; we had some unusual weather in Minnesota; I spoke out about friendships and how I was feeling about them at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, I had more trouble with sleeplessness; we celebrated Easter with lots of family; I shared a picture of my handicap accessible van and talked about transportation; I was enjoying my Psychology of Religion class at Normandale and I went to a college success day; I went out to lunch to Benihana with my sister, Kristen; I attended my friend Karly's CD release party; I talked about my blood pressure while standing and how the cats helped distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, I took a week off from blogging to study and then I took my final for my class; I attended the fourth annual Spinal Cord Injury Research Symposium; I signed up for Skype and a summer class; I did a post on signs and phrases; my sister's room flooded and part of mine when the sprinklers were turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, I started Mass Communications online through Normandale; I went to Gillette and looked into different environmental control devices and used my newfound movement in my thumb; my power wheelchair died on me; I learned that the company for my Tongue Touch Keypad went out of business; I was struggling with independence and the lack of a comfortable chair; I was having difficulties in my class because it was hard and required a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, I talked more about the difficulties of my class; we got new hard flooring after the flood because the carpets were ruined; I completed my Mass Communications class and received an A; my cat, Ty, died; they brought out a loaner power wheelchair with sip and puff capabilities for me to trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, my lack of independence was getting to me; my wheelchair was the topic of my life; I had another wheelchair trial; I started my online Environmental Biology class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, I wrote about what I see in my dreams; I gave a few updates on my wheelchair, which hadn't come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, my sister left for California to be in AmeriCorps for 10 months; I talked about regulating my body temperature and my braces; I went to Wirth Park to do a community study for my class; I had my 24th birthday; I became a volunteer at Gillette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, it was my eighth year anniversary of my accident; I talked about standing and how it was going for me; I finally received my brand-new power wheelchair with a sip and puff control; I posted pictures of my new wheelchair; we had to put my other cat, Toby, to sleep (this I didn't mention on my blog because I really struggled with it); I enjoyed Thanksgiving; I said which classes I'm going to take for spring semester 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, I reached 40,000 visitors; I expressed my feelings of being stuck in one mind state and needing to break my routines; I talked about spasticity and muscle spasms; I had my wisdom teeth pulled; I had a couple of annual doctor visits; I had a great Christmas with my family and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the year 2011, I'm planning on no wheelchair breaks, plenty of sleep, and good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-8404060469976188621?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/8404060469976188621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=8404060469976188621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8404060469976188621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/8404060469976188621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-back-at-2010.html' title='A Look Back at 2010'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-776491144265893055</id><published>2010-12-30T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:48:19.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That the Excitement Is over…</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over and the new year is approaching. We had lots of family over to celebrate. It's a lot of work to entertain, and we are exhausted but thankful. It works out best if people come over to our house instead of me going out because most other places aren't accessible. But it does make for hard work and long days. I'm enjoying my time off from school, but will be ready to go back in a couple weeks when it starts up again. My latest favorite thing to do when I'm bored is play Scrabble. It takes a while to play but it's a lot of fun and I'm learning at the same time; keeps my mind busy. My sister's been home from California and that's been nice. Although she flies back on Saturday for seven more months. Otherwise everything else has been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else had a nice holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-776491144265893055?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/776491144265893055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=776491144265893055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/776491144265893055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/776491144265893055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-that-excitement-is-over.html' title='Now That the Excitement Is over…'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-3713736140313556388</id><published>2010-12-26T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:48:40.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Forgiving</title><content type='html'>The Compassion of Love Is the Compassion of Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are locked up in guilt,&lt;br /&gt;feelings of unworthiness,&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts and spirits,&lt;br /&gt;fearful of being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive is to call back&lt;br /&gt;and to reveal that the person is loved, cherished,&lt;br /&gt;and full of worth;&lt;br /&gt;to forgive is to liberate&lt;br /&gt;from the broken, crushed self image,&lt;br /&gt;from feelings of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to refined&lt;br /&gt;the kiss of peace,&lt;br /&gt;the kiss of covenant,&lt;br /&gt;and to celebrate unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness implies an understanding&lt;br /&gt;of our own poverty, wretchedness, brokenness, and sin;&lt;br /&gt;it implies too an openness&lt;br /&gt;to receive the hand and words of love.&lt;br /&gt;-Jean Vanier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-3713736140313556388?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/3713736140313556388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=3713736140313556388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3713736140313556388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/3713736140313556388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgiving.html' title='Forgiving'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-6630786832178282350</id><published>2010-12-25T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:49:10.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Everyone! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-6630786832178282350?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/6630786832178282350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=6630786832178282350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6630786832178282350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/6630786832178282350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-holidays.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Everyone! :-)'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1219914098429459389</id><published>2010-12-20T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:22:54.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Update</title><content type='html'>I received my grade the other day for my final and for my class. On my test I got 67%, which with a curve turned out to be a C. In the class I got 81% which is a B. I'm really happy with my grade especially since it was such a hard class and I didn't think I would do that well. I'm enjoying my well needed break and just waiting for Christmas to come and to see what the new year brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I'm recovering well from getting my wisdom teeth pulled. Up until yesterday I had hardly any pain at all. Everyone was telling me how bad it is and how much it hurts, but luckily I didn't experience that. For a few days my mom was putting all my food in a blender, including soups, pot roast and even salad (yes, salad. I had to get my greens in somehow. It was actually quite good!) Then I went on to eating soft foods like noodles and now I'm just starting to eat solids. Although I don't know if I'm quite ready since my jaw is hurting today. Maybe I started too soon with the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to my sleep Dr. just for a yearly visit. Aside from my lack of sleep during finals, I've been sleeping pretty good compared to how it used to be. There was a blizzard warning today but I ignored it and went out anyways. They were saying 4-8 inches (about 10-20 cm) of snow. That's nothing compared to the 17 inches (roughly 43 cm) a week ago Saturday. It took an hour and half to get home when it should have only taken a half an hour. Traffic was really bad and so were the roads because nothing was plowed yet. That's Minnesota for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm planning on going Christmas shopping since I haven't done any yet. I'm not sure what I'm going to get everyone. The worst is to go shopping with no list. There are three types of shoppers: the ones who do their shopping months before Christmas and buy little stuff at a time; the ones who wait until last minute like the week of Christmas (that would be me); and the people who go out with the intent of buying presents for others but end up buying stuff for themselves instead. I'm hoping to find at least a few things since Christmas eve is just four days away. I definitely think it's better to give than to receive, and it feels better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hosting Christmas eve and Christmas day at our house with family. What are everyone else's plans for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1219914098429459389?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1219914098429459389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1219914098429459389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1219914098429459389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1219914098429459389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-update.html' title='Long Update'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2582189681787693589</id><published>2010-12-15T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:08:09.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Relax and Recover</title><content type='html'>The last two days have been extremely busy and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I took my final for my environmental biology class. It was the hardest test I've ever taken. Overall it was 158 points, with multiple-choice, definitions, short answer, and an essay question. It took me over three hours to complete. I'm not sure what I got yet, but I'm glad it's over. For the spring I signed up for intercultural communications at Normandale community college and stress management online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my wisdom teeth pulled. I only had three of them. They put me under general anesthesia and then reversed it right away when they were finished. Apparently it only took 20 min. but to me it felt like 2 min. Afterwards they shoved gauze in my mouth and sent me on my way. I couldn't drive my wheelchair because my mouth was numb so my nurse had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some pain with it last night. I think I only slept about 1 1/2 to 2 hours; and that was with one of my sleeping pills and Vicodin (which they prescribed me for pain). It's also supposed to make you relax and sleepy, but I think it had the opposite effect on me. The pain is pretty much gone now, but I'm exhausted from being awake all night and all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2582189681787693589?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2582189681787693589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2582189681787693589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2582189681787693589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2582189681787693589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-to-relax-and-recover.html' title='Time to Relax and Recover'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4425629690247220850</id><published>2010-12-10T21:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:50:53.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disability Awareness'/><title type='text'>Spasticity &amp; Muscle Spasms</title><content type='html'>My spinal cord injury is at C-1 C-2 and I am an incomplete quadriplegic. That means I have some connectivity going through my spinal cord from my brain to my body. It also means that I have spasticity and lots of muscle spasms. I have pasted below some information about this and some things that I go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Following a spinal cord injury, the nerve cells below the level of injury become disconnected from the brain at the level of injury. This is due to scar tissue which forms in the structure of the damaged area of the spinal cord, blocking messages from below the level of injury reaching the brain. Spasticity does not occur immediately following a spinal cord injury. When an injury occurs to the spinal cord, the body goes into spinal shock, and this may last several weeks. During this time changes take place to the nerve cells which control muscle activity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once spinal shock wears off, the natural reflex which is present in everyone reappears. Spasticity is an exaggeration of the normal reflexes that occur when the body is stimulated in certain ways. In an abled bodied person, a stimulus to the skin is sensed, and a sensory signal is sent to the reflex arch where it travels to the brain via the spinal cord, the brain then assesses the stimulant, and if the stimulant is thought not to be dangerous, an inhibitory signal is sent down the spinal cord, and cancels the reflex from moving the muscle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a person with a spinal cord injury this inhibitory signal is blocked by the structural damage in the cord, and the natural reflex is allowed to continue resulting in a contraction of the muscle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start having spasms until a couple months after my accident. That's also when I started to feel tingling throughout my whole body. The tingling drove me crazy and kept me up at night, so they put me on a medicine to help so I wouldn't feel it. After a while it turned into the feeling I have today, which is pressure in most areas. I can feel the most on the top of my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle spasms can occur in a person with a spinal cord injury any time the body is stimulated below the level of injury. This is usually noticeable when a muscle is stretched, or there is a painful stimulant below the level of injury. Because of the injury to the spinal cord, these sensations can trigger the reflex resulting in the muscle to contract or spasm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my arms are lifted in the air it causes a full body spasm. Also, if the water is too hot in the shower my body lets me know by spasming. I cannot feel hot or cold, so the spasms are a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost anything can trigger spasticity. Some things, however, can make spasticity more of a problem. A bladder infection or kidney infection will often cause spasticity to increase a great deal. A skin breakdown will also increase spasms. In a person who does not perform regular range of motion exercises, muscles and joints become less flexible and almost any minor stimulation can cause severe spasticity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not had a bladder infection since April 2009. This is very good for me because I used to get them back to back. I knew I had them because my muscle spasticity would increase a great deal, telling me something was wrong. I do range of motion twice a day to keep my muscles moving and flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some spasticity may always be present. The best way to manage or reduce excessive spasms is to perform a daily range of motion exercise program. Avoiding situations such as bladder infections, skin breakdowns, or injuries to the feet and legs will also reduce spasticity. There are three primary medications used to treat spasticity, baclofen, Valium, and Dantrium. All have some side effects and do not completely eliminate spasticity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some benefits to spasticity. It can serve as a warning mechanism to identify pain or problems in areas where there is no sensation. Many people know when a urinary tract infection is coming on by the increase in muscle spasms. Spasticity also helps to maintain muscle size and bone strength. It does not replace walking, but it does help to some degree in preventing osteoporosis. Spasticity helps maintain circulation in the legs and can be used to improve certain functional activities such as performing transfers or walking with braces. For these reasons, treatment is usually started only when spasticity interferes with sleep or limits an individual's functional capacity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people with spinal cord injuries don't like muscle spasms, and I used to be one of them. Then I realized that spasms are actually a good thing. Because I'm not moving regularly, they help burn calories. They also help stretch my muscles and change position. My body feels nice and relaxed after a spasm, which helps with my muscle pains in my back and neck. Spasms don't hurt me at all, but I know for some people it can be painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A surgical procedure called a radiofrequency rhizotomy is sometimes indicated in the treatment of severe spasticity. Another treatment of severe Spasticity is the implantation of a Baclofen Pump. The pump delivers a programmable amount of baclofen directly to the fluid surrounding the spinal cord. The drug then inhibits the reflex signal in the reflex arch of the cord stopping stimulation of the muscle to spasm. Because the drug is delivered directly to the spinal cord, a very small amount can be used in comparison to a large amount which may have to be taken orally. Once a baclofen pump is implanted, oral anti spasmodic drugs are usually stopped.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a baclofen pump surgically inserted. If I didn't have it, I would be spasming constantly and continuously. It is turned up to the highest dose it can be for me, and that the doctor will allow. I'm comfortable with where it's at because I spasm just the right amount, but not too much. I want some rigidity in my muscles for the purposes above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information go to &lt;a href="http://www.apparelyzed.com/"&gt;Apparelyzed.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4425629690247220850?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4425629690247220850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4425629690247220850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4425629690247220850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4425629690247220850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/spasticity-muscle-spasms.html' title='Spasticity &amp; Muscle Spasms'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-1182333938623532645</id><published>2010-12-06T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:23:08.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>You Get Proud by Practicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Laura Hershey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are not proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For who you are, for what you say, for how you look;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If every time you stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To think of yourself, you do not see yourself glowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With golden light; do not, therefore, give up on yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can get proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do not need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A better body, a purer spirit, or a Ph.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do not need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of money, a handsome boyfriend, or a nice car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do not need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be able to walk, or see, or hear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or use big, complicated words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or do any of those things that you just can’t do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be proud. A caseworker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cannot make you proud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You only need more practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get proud by practicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many many ways to get proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can try riding a horse, or skiing on one leg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or playing guitar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And do well or not so well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And be glad you tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you’ve made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To someone you respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And be happy with it no matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you think, though you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other people do not think the same way, and you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;keep saying it, even if they tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can add your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All night to the voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a hundred and fifty others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around a jailhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where your brothers and sisters are being held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For blocking buses with no lifts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or you can be one of the ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the jailhouse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing of the circle outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can speak your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can find someone who will listen to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without judging you or doubting you or being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afraid of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And let you hear yourself perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the very first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are all ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of getting proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are easy, but all of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are possible. You can do all of these things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just one of them again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By practicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Power makes you proud, and power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comes in many fine forms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supple and rich as butterfly wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you practice opening your mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And liking what you hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it is the sound of your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is sunlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you practice seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strength and beauty in everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Including yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you practice knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the way you do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the right way for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And cannot be called wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More power than weapons or money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these practices bring power, and power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes you proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By practicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember, you weren’t the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who made you ashamed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you are the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who can make you proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just practice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practice until you get proud, and once you are proud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep practicing so you won’t forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By practicing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-1182333938623532645?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/1182333938623532645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=1182333938623532645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1182333938623532645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/1182333938623532645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-get-proud-by-practicing.html' title='You Get Proud by Practicing'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4321594016698328435</id><published>2010-12-02T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:47:23.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking My Routine</title><content type='html'>The last few months I've been kind of stuck in a rut, doing the same routine over and over every day and not really enjoying my activities. It started when my wheelchair broke and just kind of continued. I wasn't able to go out as many places unless there were two people because of all my emergency equipment and someone having to push my wheelchair. For fall semester I had to drop one class because it would've been difficult to actually go to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to start getting back into going out places and doing things that I enjoy doing. I'm still getting used to the fact that I am able to drive my own wheelchair now and that I can go wherever I want. Winter weather is here now in Minnesota and the days are getting colder. I'm not saying I can't go outside, but this does make it harder for someone in a wheelchair and on a ventilator to get around. I need some ideas on places I can go and things I can do to make me motivated, because right now I just feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4321594016698328435?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4321594016698328435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4321594016698328435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4321594016698328435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4321594016698328435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/12/breaking-my-routine.html' title='Breaking My Routine'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-4050296115762767828</id><published>2010-11-28T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:28:29.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester</title><content type='html'>Well, fall semester is almost over. I'm going to be taking my final exam for my online environmental biology class sometime between December 9-14. I have to schedule a time to take it with the office for students with disabilities at Normandale. This class is been difficult at times, but I've made it this far. I will let you know how I do when I find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for classes to take in the spring. In a post before this fall semester I noted that I had to drop a class that I was signed up for at Normandale. It wouldn't have worked for me to go because of my wheelchair situation. That class was intercultural communications and I signed up for it again at Normandale in the spring. I also signed up for stress management online. I'm excited to start getting out more and actually going to Normandale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-4050296115762767828?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/4050296115762767828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=4050296115762767828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4050296115762767828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/4050296115762767828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/11/spring-semester.html' title='Spring Semester'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938228145507926076.post-2961996103639689822</id><published>2010-11-25T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:46:30.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, not just for the food but for the meaning behind it also. We hosted it at our house and had about 15 people over; mostly family but some friends too. Our feast consisted of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, rutabagas, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole (I think that's more of a Minnesotan thing), and crescent rolls. There was also apple, pumpkin and pecan pie. I'm not much of a sweet eater but I did have a small slice of apple pie (my favorite if I had to choose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for many things, but mostly I am thankful to be alive. Something tragic happened in my life and there were many times where I almost didn't make it. I'm not angry or sad that this happened; I'm just glad and thankful that I'm still here. What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1938228145507926076-2961996103639689822?l=thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/feeds/2961996103639689822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1938228145507926076&amp;postID=2961996103639689822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2961996103639689822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1938228145507926076/posts/default/2961996103639689822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesitethatbreathes.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jenni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02170673086935323144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VfIXORE9uNM/To9cHQuNJOI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ydJxipLqTPo/s220/IMG_1599-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
