<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227</id><updated>2008-08-18T22:03:06.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/index.asp'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-4100968665187925069</id><published>2008-01-31T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:24:32.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO: LDS Youth on President Hinckley</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2008/01/video-lds-youth-on-president-hinckley.asp' title='VIDEO: LDS Youth on President Hinckley'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=4100968665187925069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/4100968665187925069'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/4100968665187925069'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-68122809971148274</id><published>2007-08-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:37:38.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Ways to Party During Your Last Month of Summer Under $20.00 Each!</title><summary type='text'>By Jenna Kim Jones
Your summer will be over soon. Depressing thought? Don’t let it get you down! If you think there is nothing to do, you're wrong. Here are 20 ways to enjoy the heat!
 
On the way to the pool with your friends, stop at a pharmacy, grocery store, or convenience store and pick up a waterproof disposable camera ($5.99-$10.99).  Throw it into your new beach bag (www.ae.com has </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2007/08/20-ways-to-party-during-your-last-month.asp' title='20 Ways to Party During Your Last Month of Summer Under $20.00 Each!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=68122809971148274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/68122809971148274'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/68122809971148274'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-5351793971591515677</id><published>2007-06-29T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:30:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a Laptop</title><summary type='text'>Announcing the "Return with Honor" Essay Contest Sponsored by Excel Entertainment

Eligibility Requirements:
The “Return with Honor” scholarship is open to high school juniors, seniors, and college students who plan to continue or begin attending a college/university or certified trade school during the 2007-2008 school year.

This scholarship is not based on financial need. Home-schooled </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2007/06/win-laptop-computer.asp' title='Win a Laptop'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=5351793971591515677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/5351793971591515677'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/5351793971591515677'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-4239608284643422296</id><published>2007-06-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:39:49.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercessory Prayer</title><summary type='text'>By Howard Lemmon
As I looked at her, something remarkable happened to me. I did not simply see a woman hanging up laundry on a clothes line. I felt a desire deep in my soul to offer a prayer to God for her. In April of 1976, after serving in Elmhurst, Illinois for the first three months of my mission, I got a call from president Christiansen. He told me that I was being transferred to Downers </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2007/06/intercessory-prayer.asp' title='Intercessory Prayer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=4239608284643422296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/4239608284643422296'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/4239608284643422296'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-115531343492250748</id><published>2006-08-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:45:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Fast Lane</title><summary type='text'>By Nick Sidwell
They tell me that I am nice now, but they remember when I said “this about their shoes” or “that about their school picture.”When my best friend, Sarah, and I got married in the temple, the sealer compared our life ahead to a great journey down a long road, our destination being returning to our Father in Heaven. I remember him saying, “There will be bumps and potholes but also </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2006/08/life-in-fast-lane.asp' title='Life in the Fast Lane'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=115531343492250748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/115531343492250748'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/115531343492250748'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-115108309621672858</id><published>2006-06-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:43:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting your Sacred Gift</title><summary type='text'>By Kristina Haws
If someone was trying to kill you, would you just stick around and see what happens?
We all have inside of us a gift given to us by Heavenly Father: the ability to create life. Our loving Heavenly Father wants us to know how precious and sacred this gift really is. 

President Ezra Taft Benson said, "Guard your virtue as you would your very life." So if someone was trying to kill</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2006/06/protecting-your-sacred-gift.asp' title='Protecting your Sacred Gift'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=115108309621672858' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/115108309621672858'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/115108309621672858'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-114382263658068602</id><published>2006-03-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:59:50.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Rebel</title><summary type='text'>By Leah Higginbotham
Every evening, Dylan and I sat together, hand in hand, watching and reciting the Seinfeld episode we'd seen at least eleven times by now.The cool glow of the television washed over us, transfixing our minds and erasing all competing thoughts in one flicker. It was our comforting, secure little ritual. There is so little you can really depend on in life. But Fox news at nine, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2006/03/tv-rebel.asp' title='TV Rebel'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=114382263658068602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/114382263658068602'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/114382263658068602'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-114273354688063324</id><published>2006-03-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:10:53.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror on the River</title><summary type='text'>By Howard Lemmon
“It was one of the most incredible things that has ever happened to me in my entire life... I was literally lifted out of the water and placed there!”I am driving my car down Interstate 40 through Nashville, Tennessee returning from our overnight canoe trip. The Boy Scouts in the back of my car are sound asleep at 4:00 P.M. It was an exhausting trip. But as I drive down the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2006/03/terror-on-river.asp' title='Terror on the River'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=114273354688063324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/114273354688063324'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/114273354688063324'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-113961722885666680</id><published>2006-02-10T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:28:19.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Heroes</title><summary type='text'>By Kristina Haws
All of us have someone we look up to; someone we might call a hero. They may come in the form of a parent or a teacher, but others come from some of the most unlikley of canidates.

One person who has made a big differance in my life is my dance teacher. She is a very fun person to be with and her personality reflects the ability to be understanding and helpful. She is dedicated </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2006/02/everyday-heroes.asp' title='Everyday Heroes'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=113961722885666680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113961722885666680'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113961722885666680'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-113527876807617387</id><published>2005-12-22T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:29:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth and at Home</title><summary type='text'>By Kristina Haws
It seems like all we hear about in the paper and on TV are wars and conflicts covering the earth. Many times the effect is restlessness and fear.

Now around Christmas time what we're thinking about is joy and peace. But where does that peace that people crave so much come from? It comes from the home.

Ok, maybe you're thinking that your home is anything but peaceful sometimes, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/12/peace-on-earth-and-at-home.asp' title='Peace on Earth and at Home'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=113527876807617387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113527876807617387'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113527876807617387'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-113262193973572244</id><published>2005-11-21T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:30:04.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the Cry</title><summary type='text'>By: K. A. Saundra


A journey of the world has started,
The climbing of a rocky way.
Some may slip and fall to their knees,
But from there they start to pray.

                “Oh Lord. Please help me.
                I've stumbled and wandered astray.
                Please lift and hold and guide me
                Along a more excellent way.”

Behold the cry of one such girl
Who fell and lost </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/11/behold-cry.asp' title='Behold the Cry'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=113262193973572244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113262193973572244'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113262193973572244'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-113200453224484195</id><published>2005-11-14T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:24:05.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallflowers</title><summary type='text'>by Kristina Haws
Have you ever been to a dance where it seemed like everyone was standing on the wall? Sometimes during the fast songs most everyone is out on the floor but when a slow song starts all the boys seem to disappear. I've had both of these experiences.

So why don't boys just ask you to dance? Do they not like you? Or are they just nervous?

Well whatever the reason is, there is a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/11/wallflowers.asp' title='Wallflowers'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=113200453224484195' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113200453224484195'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/113200453224484195'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-112094667916915384</id><published>2005-07-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:19:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Problems</title><summary type='text'>A Jen Magazine reader emailed this question:

"I just wondered if you guys had any advice on getting friends, because I really am lacking in the department, and I think its because I have higher standards than a lot of people at school. Will you give me some suggestions?"

Jen says: Wow, what a good question! I could give the usual answers like "be yourself" and stuff, but there is more to it </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/07/friend-problems.asp' title='Friend Problems'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=112094667916915384' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/112094667916915384'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/112094667916915384'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-111914643287640747</id><published>2005-06-18T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T07:32:10.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unlikely Adventure Through The Book of Mormon</title><summary type='text'>By Howard Lemmon

As a young man I was a very poor reader.  My comprehension was mediocre, but my reading speed was dismal.  Being called upon to read a passage of scripture in church was always traumatic.  I would often butcher it beyond recognition.  In elementary school, I would be placed in reading groups with other kids who were likewise “challenged”.  Taking turns reading aloud in the group</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/06/my-unlikely-adventure-through-book-of.asp' title='My Unlikely Adventure Through The Book of Mormon'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=111914643287640747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/111914643287640747'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/111914643287640747'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-111391730263572384</id><published>2005-05-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:27:18.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Your Personal Mission</title><summary type='text'>
Now what? What's next for me? After graduating from high school, you face so many choices. It can be hard to figure out what's right for you.

The academic world would have you strive for a degree that will lead to a fulfilling, well-paying full-time career. Our religious world stresses getting married and becoming a stay-at-home mom. In an ideal world you might see yourself becoming rich, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/05/finding-your-personal-mission.asp' title='Finding Your Personal Mission'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=111391730263572384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/111391730263572384'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/111391730263572384'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-111602283649920697</id><published>2005-04-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:26:48.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quest For A Personal Mission Statement</title><summary type='text'>By Howard Lemmon

In 1989, my father gave me a copy of the book “7 Habits of Highly Effective People”.  It had already been on the New York Times best seller list,  a place it would reside for a decade to come.  It was written by Steven R. Covey, a notable member of the church and world renowned management guru.  
 
It is a great book that I still have and refer to frequently.  A portion of the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/2005/04/my-quest-for-personal-mission.asp' title='My Quest For A Personal Mission Statement'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11296227&amp;postID=111602283649920697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jenmagazine.com/living/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/111602283649920697'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11296227/posts/default/111602283649920697'/><author><name>*Jen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378963850258471598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11296227.post-111386792955827056</id><published>2005-03-08T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:04:06.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma, I Can't Find My Shoes!</title><summary type='text'>
By Howard Lemmon

Grandma Lemmon was an eccentric character.  Many stories are told and re-told about her by the family.  Most of them are designed to poke fun at her.  I do not pretend to be an expert on everything about Grandma Lemmon.  My interaction with her during my youth was quite limited.  I only know what I know about her, and as to those things, I am an expert.

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