tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51486652528530264162024-02-18T19:59:11.501-08:00NicaLife's as awesome as her name!Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-81075311525840522142009-12-09T13:32:00.000-08:002009-12-09T13:40:42.556-08:00MPFM is going to be my EC!That's right. If you know "NICA" lingo... you'll know what that means. I will translate for those of you that don't speak Nicaese.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Mr.- Perfect- For- Me is goin</span><span style="font-size:180%;">g to be my ETERNAL COMPANION!</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Woot woot!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's official! He proposed Friday night. It was (in my opinion) THE best surprise EVER.<br /></div><br />Here's how it happened.<br /><br />I was going about my business like usual (which translates into SHOPPING). He calls at 8pm for our nightly talk. I wasn't quite home from running errands (in fact I had to squeeze Joann's in before I went home). Since I was a little late to our "appointment", we start talking on my way home. Once I get home, he tells me that there is a comet and that I should go check it out. So I walk outside to see this so called comet. I look up and don't see anything. I ask for more specific directions as to where I should be looking, and he tells me to look Southwest. So I look southwest and there I see....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MPFM, carrying hot pink roses, walking down the sidewalk towards me! </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My heart stopped. </span></span><br /></div><br />I was SO SHOCKED to see him. I was SO confused. What was he doing in Arizona? How did he get here? Did he drive? Did he fly? I was asking all sorts of questions about how he got to AZ and to my house! Right then, my roommate and her fiance got home and pulled up right next to us. <span style="font-size:85%;">(He was going to get down on his knee and propose right then).</span> Since he couldn't because they were there... he waited until we got inside and we were alone, then he got down on one knee, pulled out a ring box and asked if I would marry him!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwgtquyBeC6DrXqov1jWcPgdZPVPNJR21tbe54lXwKlAhYz9iZCYxEmNgTkOCkN29E4GedWNDVjm9xxHm_IvO61Z8Tzvk_R0I-PGnneIgRorCZ4PRVqUsD-UxgmLsD2cbbNGBgQas_Q/s1600-h/Ring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwgtquyBeC6DrXqov1jWcPgdZPVPNJR21tbe54lXwKlAhYz9iZCYxEmNgTkOCkN29E4GedWNDVjm9xxHm_IvO61Z8Tzvk_R0I-PGnneIgRorCZ4PRVqUsD-UxgmLsD2cbbNGBgQas_Q/s400/Ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413353914496966642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I, of course, said YES!</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEu4zW3wVfQsivsBP_Z3iqG7fHmxdmAmcxlNJdzXuuAhcwg5HC-bxMXoGBMllBqsO48dfn8AkC9HlOyG5UEAFpXrVl-8wOtkWhX9cVQbpWAtRgjzTAxfFf8LkOj7Ph9OfjLW2UuekxA/s1600-h/Engaged!!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEu4zW3wVfQsivsBP_Z3iqG7fHmxdmAmcxlNJdzXuuAhcwg5HC-bxMXoGBMllBqsO48dfn8AkC9HlOyG5UEAFpXrVl-8wOtkWhX9cVQbpWAtRgjzTAxfFf8LkOj7Ph9OfjLW2UuekxA/s400/Engaged!!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413353919147912706" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">So MPFM and I are getting HITCHED! Yipeeeee! </span></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-18333764464760276022009-10-27T14:48:00.000-07:002009-10-27T14:59:06.982-07:00Guys: What TO do.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNownl_gDaoHP8rFBMgbHJzgc_2oeBGMNlhHqJRoXxjDmn9K_8uyAMWu7eXpKT9F5tVDhIaKcOFnE175zBcz8fn0YOLKBUWrQNNYApHFp1Ho7pLkjC7fjwUN85dmx86l045b-g2zkrg/s1600-h/lala-land.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNownl_gDaoHP8rFBMgbHJzgc_2oeBGMNlhHqJRoXxjDmn9K_8uyAMWu7eXpKT9F5tVDhIaKcOFnE175zBcz8fn0YOLKBUWrQNNYApHFp1Ho7pLkjC7fjwUN85dmx86l045b-g2zkrg/s320/lala-land.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397401883752962706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />LOTS has happened since my last installment of '<span style="font-weight: bold;">What NOT to do</span>'. I feel pretty bad having such a man hating post up for so long, especially since I am <span style="font-style: italic;">ANYTHING</span> but a MAN hater. For those that don't know.... I have met and am <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">DATING</span> (<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">yeah you read that right</span></span>) a FABULOUS man. <span style="font-size:85%;">(That's why I haven't been around much. My mind's been in LaLa Land.) </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSN97AzdHyfAT9Dr96QvjqokuzvXy1bBD4Jf4Lg1-RC6Vh6t0QHVNicMpYsQxPjX3L1mZqR0ROyl2lUjKO1XQJUH4yztqS2565u4aKmYkqQ254voPG88uub3Zrth6Sqw6swF4AbjbofQ/s1600-h/za_Za_Zu_to_LaLa_Land_prequel_by_jaysu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSN97AzdHyfAT9Dr96QvjqokuzvXy1bBD4Jf4Lg1-RC6Vh6t0QHVNicMpYsQxPjX3L1mZqR0ROyl2lUjKO1XQJUH4yztqS2565u4aKmYkqQ254voPG88uub3Zrth6Sqw6swF4AbjbofQ/s320/za_Za_Zu_to_LaLa_Land_prequel_by_jaysu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397401890736494210" border="0" /></a><br />I will refer to him as <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'Mister-Perfect-For-Me'<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> (</span>MPFM<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">)</span></span>. We met on a blind date. It was one of those dates that happen like this...<br /><blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> "My sister is single."<br /> "Oh really?! My brother-in-law in single. They would be perfect for each other."<br /> "Let's set them up on a DATE".</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Most of the time, those don't really turn out so well. But, I do always give blind dates a chance....hoping that one time it will work out. AND this particular time IT DID WORK OUT. It was the BEST blind date and probably the<span style="font-weight: bold;"> BEST FIRST date</span> I have ever been on. I have never been a believer in blind dates, but I guess you only need one to work out.<br /><br />Here's my installment of '<span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT TO DO</span>' (as learned from <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MPFM</span> winning my heart):<br /><ol><li>Be yourself. There is nothing more attractive to a person of the opposite sex than being <span style="font-style: italic;">YOU</span>. If they don't like <span style="font-style: italic;">YOU</span>, they aren't worth it and then you need to find someone that likes <span style="font-style: italic;">YOU</span>.</li><li>Be interested. Ask Questions. Make good conversation.<br /></li><li>Don't be scared to let someone how you feel about them. I have never had to wonder how <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MPFM</span> felt about me.<br /></li><li>Be open and honest. (A little coyness at first is OK. I still am a big believer in MYSTERY at the beginning of a relationship).<br /></li><li> Eye contact. Maintain it. Not in a creepy, I-am-staring-at-your-soul kind of way, just in a I-care-about-you sort of way.</li><li>GUYS: ASK GIRLS on DATES. This isn't new, at least you wouldn't think this was a new idea. But, so little guys actually go on dates.<br /></li><li>Be a gentleman. Open doors, lead them into a room with a gentle touch on the lower part of your back (I love that!). You know real "Humphrey Bogart type stuff" (name the movie?! The Proposal).</li><li> Be passionate about something. Whatever it is. Get a HOBBY.<br /></li><li>Make sure they bring out the best in you. Bring out the best in them. </li><li>Be happy. Smile. Have fun.<br /></li></ol>These are all super general, I realize. These don't really show how <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MPFM</span> is in fact <span style="font-weight: bold;">PERFECT </span>for Me. I wanted to make this list usable to all. I mean... You all aren't me. So what's good for me, may not be good for you. You have to find your OWN <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MPFM</span>. I know that I have found mine.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To Be Continued.......</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgleZAeQc4MR15bzI2NmAnGjgUVUu7LwoDfcTfJwWkl7LLw8QfP91xfQZnpuDmbJ-r5uKb0uSNI2Hoor-fsV7RsZqhSEVp_1Wy0-uT-iimvBAw3vgETKZbFwQTJC4dV4FEbKIuPz-HA/s1600-h/BenJennica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgleZAeQc4MR15bzI2NmAnGjgUVUu7LwoDfcTfJwWkl7LLw8QfP91xfQZnpuDmbJ-r5uKb0uSNI2Hoor-fsV7RsZqhSEVp_1Wy0-uT-iimvBAw3vgETKZbFwQTJC4dV4FEbKIuPz-HA/s320/BenJennica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397401889232719826" border="0" /></a>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-52413748898746883662009-05-27T22:48:00.000-07:002009-05-27T23:29:19.467-07:00Help! I have been "VIC"timized<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg59eA251-Imomp4me35rKFRVshh4Ok7hUpwqpy691CHVRORrKli7_ZR0Z-e-b8z_CITI9r6OrFtONoW8rlkbQ1SiqAasJFqlbfCClTPr31HmKCwF8CS0G_VBZ0W6WUSM2zLzP1XYAfA/s1600-h/3scompany.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg59eA251-Imomp4me35rKFRVshh4Ok7hUpwqpy691CHVRORrKli7_ZR0Z-e-b8z_CITI9r6OrFtONoW8rlkbQ1SiqAasJFqlbfCClTPr31HmKCwF8CS0G_VBZ0W6WUSM2zLzP1XYAfA/s320/3scompany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340757454531068610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What not to do #3</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't be a player</span>. Enough said. Don't use smooth lines on more than one girl at a time, don't watch a movie and kiss one girl, and then call the other one over when girl #1 leaves, don't tell a girl that she's cute but would look cuter with a ring on her left finger (on the first date) and DON'T repeat that same line to another girl....ESPECIALLY if they know each other. Sheesh. How hard can this be?! Apparently, it's a lot harder than one would think.<br /><br />So...this is a good story. When I compile all of my dating stories into a book, this story will make it a best seller. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > (As a side note, the book will not be completed until there is a happy ending to my fairytale.)</span> So condensed version of the story (I can't tell it all here...then you WON'T buy my book).<br /><br />Cute, fun, almost 30 year old is doing one of her favorite things after work one Friday...SHOPPING! She sees this guy checkin' her out. She flashes a smile, he jumps all over that and 10 seconds later they are exchanging phone numbers. He's a smooth talker, saying what a great smile she has, and how cute her freckles are (HOW can a girl NOT love this?!). They start a "romantic" (I am being sarcastic here folks) relationship over texting. He's oh so mushy gushy to a girl he doesn't even know...calling her cutie, sweetie, gorgeous etc. etc. I will wait for you to get a napkin to clean the vomit off of your computer. ..waiting.....<br /><br />So, this almost 30 year old can see that this dude is quite a charmer, doesn't believe all of this sweet talking but definitely is flattered by all of it. Her "<span style="font-weight: bold;">this-guy-probably-is-a-freak-o</span>" radar is going off (she has a very refined one of those). She does some research (google and registeredsexoffenders.com are her best friends). Nothing comes up. So... shes' thinking 'Why not give this dude a chance. I mean- what if it turned into something?'<br /><br />So they go out to eat. He is very fun, easy to talk to, and flattering--- as all get out. A couple days later she goes over to his house to watch a movie. They may have kissed during this movie (It's hard to say). During the movie he's saying how much he wants to see her this weekend and he really wants her to make time for him. She leaves around 11:30.<br /><br />Friday doesn't contact her. Saturday doesn't contact her. She could have opened up her schedule for him but how would he know?! He hasn't contacted her. (CLUE #1 million that he's a PLAYER). Finally she makes plans with her girlfriends for Saturday night. If he calls, she's busy. Girls start talking, as they so often do, and the story of this smooth talkin' dude comes out of the almost 30 year olds mouth. One of the other girls in the bunch thinks that all of this is sounding familiar. ESPECIALLY when she says the name....<span style="font-weight: bold;">VIC</span>.<br /><br />That's right folks. Our dear friend, VIC, was calling and charming ME and all the while he was calling and charming Rachelle. In fact, after I left his house after the movie at 11:30 pm he called Rachelle to come over. I am sure that he thought it was pretty safe since he thought we didn't know each other. But, the Mormon world is really small and girls talk a lot. Sounds like he should have done a little more research.<br /><br />This is a full on player! Like the ones that you see in the movies. I didn't know that they actually existed and that I would actually run into one. But, I did. I am so grateful that I figured this out before getting sweet talked for much longer.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">There are lots of what not to do's from the following situation.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Guys. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. Don't be a player. Duh.<br />2. Don't say sweet things to a girl (unless you are sincere). She can tell if you aren't being sincere.<br />3. If you are going to play multiple girls- Do your research. Find out who they know and hang out with and talk to. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ladies. </span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span>1</span><span>. Don't meet a guy at the mall. Especially Arizona Mills Mall. Enough said. </span> <span><br />2. (<span style="font-style: italic;">this is a WHAT TO DO</span>) Trust your instincts. If you feel like you are being played or "VIC"timized, like I was, chances are... YOU ARE and you should RUN away. Fast. Especially if his name is</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">VIC Sanabia</span>. </span></span>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-20544911860427934112009-04-30T21:34:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:40:31.071-07:00Beginning of a BEAUTIFUL thing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0u2rPbCpLETWOX9Hl9DofI7GfFKvOZtsLN-1U0MyxwFWPtw8OmesIgn7VDSgCg6RtCcqCL7WPYms9_JYasLoUZDk_e-_LiJ7NUY9cjNCZ27pzUwBMQmV4a_IePtPEWU9VAyKN89ciw/s1600-h/intern.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0u2rPbCpLETWOX9Hl9DofI7GfFKvOZtsLN-1U0MyxwFWPtw8OmesIgn7VDSgCg6RtCcqCL7WPYms9_JYasLoUZDk_e-_LiJ7NUY9cjNCZ27pzUwBMQmV4a_IePtPEWU9VAyKN89ciw/s320/intern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723388902583474" border="0" /></a><br />I am starting a new advice section of my blog. It's a spin on a great TLC show "What Not To Wear". (Which BTW is an awesome show and I really want to be on it. Feel free to nominate me...I promise I won't get offended). I mean, really, the show is all about taking YOU when you are not looking your best and taking your shape, size, coloring, likes and dislikes into consideration and making YOU into the BEST YOU possible. It's awesome.<br /><br />Well that's what I am dedicating some of my posts to. But, instead of "What Not to Wear" it's going to be "<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What Not To Do</span></span>". It's purpose you ask?! To let all of the guys know (cuz I know there are SO many of them that read my blog) that I realize sometimes you may not have your best manners always out but when you don't you make yourself look really bad to potential FECs (Future Eternal Companions). SO I am going to be <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">YOUR</span> own personal Stacey.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What Not to Do #1</span></span><br />See previous post. Bacon Man. Don't tell any girl that she looks like a girl that likes bacon. Enough said.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What Not to Do #2</span></span><br />Watch stalker behaviors. It typically freaks girls out! I.E. Don't meet a girl on facebook, start chatting with her, call her, tell her how gorgeous she is multiple times (girls like this...but NOT when you just "meet" online and have no history together), and ask her to send you a picture of her to your phone 2 times within 2 days (what exactly are you going to do with that picture, Sir?) . I thought I was out of the clear when I didn't answer 2 of his calls last week. BOY was I wrong. He called tonight (a week later), I answered (I figured I could talk to him once a week) but I was in the middle of trying clothes on. So, I told him I'd call him back in a few minutes, which I did. To my astonishment (and relief), he didn't answer. So, I quickly returned another phone call. He then proceeded to call me back not once, not twice, not thrice.....SEVEN times in a matter of 30 minutes. Did I forget to mention that he left one voice message and one text in those 30 minutes?!<br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Hey Babe sorry i missed your call but go head and call be back when u get this text :)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> 1. I am not your "<span style="font-weight: bold;">babe</span>"<br /> 2. I think that I got the hint. I will call you back when I am not busy and can chat.<br /> 3. Get a life!<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Other stalker behaviors include (but definitely are not limited) to:</span></span><br />- Calling once a day for 6 months, leaving messages every time and never getting a call back (this DID happen to me a few years ago)<br />- Taking a girl, on a first date to Saguaro Lake, at night, alone and then commenting on how "trusting" she is to let you take her to a secluded lake in the middle of the night. Creepy!?! I think so.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">***PS***Some "Stalking" behaviors can be flattering, <span style="font-weight: bold;">IF THE GIRL LIKES YOU</span>. But, if she doesn't like you, or if you have NO relationship at all, it <span style="font-weight: bold;">WILL</span> freak her out. If you are ever in doubt, please email me and I will will let you know what I think. I have had plenty of creepy, stalker experiences to know what is OK and what is not OK. </span>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-31764179287164500762009-04-05T21:42:00.000-07:002009-04-05T22:09:24.306-07:00Has it been 4 months?!I am so sorry to all of my fans (I KNOW that you are all still out there, right?!)....I have been so MIA.<br /><br />To catch you up...the ankle is Finally feeling much better. I can walk normal (at least I think I don't walk with a limp anymore), but it took lots of work (15 times of physical therapy). But, I am glad to be normal again.<br /><br />Ankle's boring....so enough of that! Here are some highlights of the last 4 months:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">***** I have had some pretty awesome</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> nicknames at school from my students here are a couple of them: (some are a couple of years old)</span><br /> - JO'prah (I get this when I ask personal questions or give advice on life)<br /> - Kim-Jong-Jen (as opposed to Kim Jong Ill, the dictator of N. Korea)<br /> - Miss Castro (as in Fidel. Apparently I can be a dictator at times?!)<br /> - XCastleX. I don't even know what that means?!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">****April Fools Jokes:</span><br /><br /> I got magnetic bumper stickers and put them on my guy friends cars...."I am speeding because I have to poop" "Roadrage Princess" "I love soccer moms" "I am not wearing pants" and "Support Vampires". I do have to say that each fit guy perfectly. I almost got caught.....on my way to their house, one of them called me because he saw me driving. Oops! Luckily I wasn't caught. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">****You wonder why I am still single:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr_1iTK1G9NPyN8kFAk7Daiklm9PCGh9lX532xoewETwJeGsg9q2dl7iNTIOspKDsivrXOV31Vs8gKtsUkIRzuJS4Cmt4yqZl9Pf6VrzVmLAMDp6UTBFWqyuoKKMyTZwO6RdK3QMDhg/s1600-h/diet_coke_bacon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr_1iTK1G9NPyN8kFAk7Daiklm9PCGh9lX532xoewETwJeGsg9q2dl7iNTIOspKDsivrXOV31Vs8gKtsUkIRzuJS4Cmt4yqZl9Pf6VrzVmLAMDp6UTBFWqyuoKKMyTZwO6RdK3QMDhg/s320/diet_coke_bacon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321440757060034338" border="0" /></a><br /> I go to institute all charged up ready to be fun and social, meet new people and be cute and fun. I walk in, start talking to a cute guy and this is the conversation that ensued....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">J:</span> Oh they are serving breakfast for dinner. I love breakfast for dinner! (If you can't find something else to talk about you can always fall back on the weather or food)</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />CG:</span> You like breakfast for dinner?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />J:</span> Oh yeah! It's the best!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />CG:</span> Do you like bacon?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />J:</span> Sure, I like bacon.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />CG:</span> You look like a girl that likes bacon. </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />J:</span> [Speechless/Stunned] I don't even know what that means?! (Dude....I hope that you don't wonder why you are still single. Ummm. Wow. ) </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Next time it won't be 4 months. I promise! :)</span>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-64406086035586602312008-12-02T19:38:00.000-08:002008-12-02T20:20:26.357-08:00Doh! Revised.The last entry "Doh!" seems silly now. THE real DOH!! happened. Bashing my head in and getting prego (fake, of course) has nothing on this "Doh!". I sprained my ankle really badly 18 days ago. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408225975774994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5prt7mWQVB8e72S9GZKS8UYG3EbJM1fWqJ-MmWQjIfCpvhCMVCzVYQ5ZRfYQMYu3JjkNgEQIJwt8Z71JXjwj7JpuovUYkW1_4BC5KwUhslnwgQrrwHnL735yLOCj-iSgrb1shZWUa1w/s400/foot.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><p>(This picture was taken 14 days after the sprain. I am bruised all the way up to my knee!)</p><br /><br /><p>How did it happen, you ask? Well....</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275409078031769714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TUW0QMH-5Dkp0iKcybESeIlSOeZXZpLKxQK2sTAsHPB5LwzqVAxnoyFs5Vj035xRaCrtFuKlO1du5v0EJy4ILCVcoI-7WHjc1MxviUFKfMlqeoW7ecSSfPLbOGMYhdXqX8u9o5sFjw/s400/inflatable_rental_obstacle_course_lrg.jpg" border="0" />See that "hill" at the end?! Well, I climbed to the top (probably 6+ feet) and lost my balance. I slid down the hill, tried to catch myself, my foot went in, my leg went out and I heard two loud pops. And then felt the surge of pain....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408227416317586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9hPQHRfH8MJ8ijwEBF6XNfT8iqwbg7I_Ug4mj06IrmewhzCZYStO93R3gWGiYjcSDxZkQ5stgzwhsj7SdT014a4QKw8rEA2ALt26WqiujoWA64x0V2vNp1BjgaYrFbwag12lC3k0sg/s400/Me+006.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><p>This was taken about a week after. Compare the ankles. :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275408232786519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOfPxUkFcvM5CvYuan5Xet8hGIN0awSqsnhtgDSpDHcZuU4c98s-hVUTUpUo7xDZpwaFvpCx4-oLJNJHyDCLd-m-RMmskbTaXUZhdoVRmWy9uohiVaMeKFexz8mnTpFig-lCu0Ei9jA/s400/Me+010.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>This was taken today. 18 days after it happened. It's been iced and elevated constantly and not much is changing....sigh. </p><br /><br /><p>The TLC is now my best friend (along with the crutches AND boot).</p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia93-Shvf0HzmzpCZ8tktcMjXo7gKil7EcYnpIvgbj9LVW9IfeJLsBFGO0ijG4CNK67NKJ5ChT6JclWyuqCMJ-fVIg-9SJMjOhcK3UJ-iBF5YCtpC9flkl_OYwpqlYYPCDSaS8RpBBQw/s1600-h/Me+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275410472979825810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia93-Shvf0HzmzpCZ8tktcMjXo7gKil7EcYnpIvgbj9LVW9IfeJLsBFGO0ijG4CNK67NKJ5ChT6JclWyuqCMJ-fVIg-9SJMjOhcK3UJ-iBF5YCtpC9flkl_OYwpqlYYPCDSaS8RpBBQw/s320/Me+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275410711055171010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rRw8lMbd7xRQhATKOPuPUXq0nflDOlBqkk-XM5jPS2LSn0MwRx9bIROjoTiYE61qg48U5d52MVczWrPVinSGlShLM2eDAYtmIolkGDem9kcYt-sDGHAHi23i0p6Kofa5mhOLvlxT_Q/s320/Me+009.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_UN4R5Rj9NnpClU_IfIhnrNA2Gq5vC9NtJYDvozoaSWUx1VIzIii5kqDXVAFxhlB8qbfTmF_JqK-JzlgEm6EhS42YOJ86BG3HQEWHJOJcPDkKKWP8rtwaHXZr1NxVdRwvu3hAHcIzQ/s1600-h/Me+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275411293719160562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_UN4R5Rj9NnpClU_IfIhnrNA2Gq5vC9NtJYDvozoaSWUx1VIzIii5kqDXVAFxhlB8qbfTmF_JqK-JzlgEm6EhS42YOJ86BG3HQEWHJOJcPDkKKWP8rtwaHXZr1NxVdRwvu3hAHcIzQ/s320/Me+011.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG-k69HOq8tebfWnhxOdTYRRfx1_34nYZgyeR138B6dq1hqKkn5J689PyMw2XjtPfa7GkaEa8Vyq02blGAZRQzimKNd9qG27qHl0gsD4uumgh6WGO9PbDWORRdpOKuEpTwrtnDuSYlw/s1600-h/Me+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275410908966854338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG-k69HOq8tebfWnhxOdTYRRfx1_34nYZgyeR138B6dq1hqKkn5J689PyMw2XjtPfa7GkaEa8Vyq02blGAZRQzimKNd9qG27qHl0gsD4uumgh6WGO9PbDWORRdpOKuEpTwrtnDuSYlw/s320/Me+013.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>I have realized SO many things that I am thankful for through this fun experience.</p><p>#1 I am grateful for a healthy body that can allow me to do SO much. I am grateful for two feet and two legs.</p><p>#2 I am SO eternally grateful for Christlike friends and family. My parents were able to come down for a few days right after it happened. It was SO wonderful. I love my parents so much. My roommate Jamie is so kind. She is always helping me and does SO much! My siblings were great when I went home for Thanksgiving, they served me constantly. My ward has been amazing and supportive. I am surrounded by GREAT, charitable, Christ-like people. Thank you!!</p><p>#3 I am grateful that this happened this time of year. I have breaks all of the time. I don't have to take the time off of work and yet I have so much time to rest, elevate, ice and heal! </p><p>#4 I am grateful for cars! I can't wait to drive one again...someday. </p><p>It's been a major DOH! </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG-k69HOq8tebfWnhxOdTYRRfx1_34nYZgyeR138B6dq1hqKkn5J689PyMw2XjtPfa7GkaEa8Vyq02blGAZRQzimKNd9qG27qHl0gsD4uumgh6WGO9PbDWORRdpOKuEpTwrtnDuSYlw/s1600-h/Me+013.jpg"></a> </p></div></div></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-68194506606251757592008-11-06T17:32:00.000-08:002008-11-06T17:54:20.194-08:00Doh!<strong>It's probably time that I share two things with the rest of the blogging world. I haven't seen some of you in a while, so they may be shocking to you!</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Item #1</strong></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265723262527897682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpzEm62pZkp2c1naUU8kvICnkR8zHNz2F2j-a-1oKi6m6cYGl26DXNiJPw_JDYkysjapFKVJ_4yJSGn_bEEUx1UVhTbOy4n2GP-SMp3eTwupm0h0905PPUI_-biWjQkpK-HuKpYFCZA/s400/Me+020.jpg" border="0" /><br />This happened 2 minutes before 1st hour started on Monday. I bent over and rammed my head into a wire shelf which proceeded to scrape the top layer of skin off my forehead. Although, it does feel bruised. SO, maybe I did more than scrape the top layer off.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><strong>DOH</strong></span>!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Item #2</strong></span><br /><br />This was a definite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><strong>DOH</strong></span>! I know it may be shocking to most of you. You thought I was a good Mormon girl. Well, I got news for you! Wendy said she wanted grand babies from me and she got them (2 of them to be precise!).<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265723268828861250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmU_J6LQRkShSCSnoBCx1zAsVN5Bk_lIEQauKPraNh65P8pqfW71ktNNaPWP6pT2h_4-9jghumEkpemMun4q26J2rriRI9LwDVRhIKoKVuOBfXjZhYwgKpLArqnq3hoJ0FNOvuPEhgJg/s400/Me+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-size:78%;">*To clarify. I AM still a good Mormon girl. Wendy does not have any grand babies from me, yet. This was another Halloween costume.... I was a "Utah Mom". Complete with shade shirt, large over-the-top jewelry, a button that said "Make $$ from home, ask ME how", LARGE hair, a 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> month old baby and 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> months <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">prego</span>. (I might add that everything to become a "Utah Mom" came straight from my own closet. I am not quite sure what that says about me....) </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">As a side note, my baby was an electronic baby from school. It was <strong>on</strong> (these things are super smart). They cry for care (feeding, diapers, fussy etc.) JUST like normal babies. The head must be supported the entire time JUST like a normal baby. IT wakes up in the middle of the night, JUST like a normal baby. I thought that it would add to the 'coolness' of my costume by turning my baby on. So, it was on the entire night. THE entire night. Needless to say, I got a 24% on my baby. <strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DOH</span>!</strong> Good thing it's NOT a normal baby. Sorry Wendy, it may be even longer before you get grand babies from me!!! </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-66310573537062588812008-10-26T21:20:00.000-07:002008-10-26T21:46:26.256-07:00New Do! Or is it Du?! Or Due?!I know that you all have been DYING to hear from me. It's probably killing you all that you HAVEN'T heard from me in a while. :) <div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7-983mTofxuobD_eULFMNIMNwW5Vu9v1_tyDTPbmGf0VlPzT9sll76RtLOdN7btpK9usUc_47xDK8fnDBd9SNoiEWvIER27xf6XncBsA6C7gRGWoEC7b0TgH6Sm73aYrOzx5udqK5A/s1600-h/Students+08-09+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685883225235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7-983mTofxuobD_eULFMNIMNwW5Vu9v1_tyDTPbmGf0VlPzT9sll76RtLOdN7btpK9usUc_47xDK8fnDBd9SNoiEWvIER27xf6XncBsA6C7gRGWoEC7b0TgH6Sm73aYrOzx5udqK5A/s400/Students+08-09+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>What's new with me, you ask? Well I got a new haircut (snooze, yawn etc.). As you can tell it's going to be an exciting post! Yay! New haircut. :)</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685873689124610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIhWUBb1Bc10v0yMLf8wD3tus4-I5M9M55u8SeWOxNICuw6gFueVlCleVv08vSTZ96D4y2V7jjF9rDqOJnRPmKyTKFm1wtMcP-2BlcbivyHBuGuqXi_0JZnNH2dICxK9fith_jslSog/s400/Students+08-09+031.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Here you go....some pics of the new me. I including straight and curly pics. Although it's short (I can't even put it into a pony tail), it's still pretty versatile. Thanks to Rachie for my new look. I think that she is pretty talented! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685889463606850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgA1aXWb0DPPb2Yw2xYDbSY9qZjzbSBVkG6hMrbtCBEBXm-LsTgqPqHaBYXov4v8x35qQ3rr_TK9p8xIsBofAkApML05wfHHq8JAVTB6mNXc5O9I3-Z-W12w23z93NY_lCvO7afHmzA/s400/Students+08-09+034.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Funny Comments by Students: (Most said really nice things about my hair cut, but a few said some funny things. I don't think that they were being intentionally rude, but their comments sure came out that way!)</div><div> </div><ol><li>You chopped your hair!?! It's <strong><em>so</em></strong> short. (So you are saying that it's TOO short?!)</li><li>You cut your hair. I like it though..... (Said with some obligation)</li><li>Conversation between me (Miss Castle or MC) and Student (S). </li></ol><p> </p><blockquote><p>S- WHO cut your hair?! </p><p> MC- My Little Sister did.</p><p> S- Why did you cut it?</p><p> MC - I was bored with it and wanted a<br />change, so I let my sister do whatever she wanted to. </p><p> S- <em>THAT</em> was a<br />mistake. I would never let my sister have free reign on my<br />hair. (So, you are saying that I should NOT have let my sister<br />have free reign?!) </p></blockquote><div> </div><div> </div><div>Here are some pics from the ward Halloween party last week. I was going to be a sailor...but I didn't like my costume. So, the gang banger was a last resort costume. The pirate is my new roomie (OK not that new), Jamie. </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685896894619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeAnP89e1EDp3lHW_Lzm-bGkDlgAsEOSYrPJxO9M1BUcU9f8719dgMx1SONMyNG5eyyO_h_39i3nWq2JvP3uNWnQ9uc-aJ7M_dBIO1u8FA9AdBs1tfyYe2VkxMPlPUGC-nG1SUXEvqmw/s400/Students+08-09+028.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685907255674898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg5D5S8SzpS5Mizq0o_Gyir13Kr-B1L_IrJ0mSd8XnerqfR3rZsvjQEfnZ_U3OSCCOQnWXdubi2Gl_TRf6bg7J8No0KzKItX5tKbSuwGJ6OnbxMhvCjmoidxEASC7LCBT-HhsU7hPCrw/s400/Students+08-09+030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-81647038056874059352008-09-14T08:32:00.001-07:002008-09-14T09:10:19.263-07:00Check this out....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYE9GWgEWlYFELBDxg4m03WjvBMZ17lXu3xGWhlBSsljplkfsTg8Kh2DU6h4Xc51MMM8NFJRrFfknFrvU-Ebx7HE38cisWgObVl_Y6rwlliUBIxoRZxmulTwAls95FDfBUdf0JIdVuQ/s1600-h/logo8blue_copy450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYE9GWgEWlYFELBDxg4m03WjvBMZ17lXu3xGWhlBSsljplkfsTg8Kh2DU6h4Xc51MMM8NFJRrFfknFrvU-Ebx7HE38cisWgObVl_Y6rwlliUBIxoRZxmulTwAls95FDfBUdf0JIdVuQ/s400/logo8blue_copy450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245901081183584610" border="0" /></a><br />My cousins, Heather and Megan, just started their own quilt pattern company (<a href="http://www.freshpoppydesign.blogspot.com/">Fresh Poppy Design Quilt Co.</a>). These girls are so talented. I have seen all of these quilts and they are amazing. Check their blog out, keep coming back and pass the word along!Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-1255528043983963412008-08-31T19:24:00.000-07:002008-08-31T19:32:45.171-07:00Nettie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dh-sv_DFxSV4XVKNE3t2ZWc7EhJwCac9ahmgYEckPK7PLwkQ5tLFzEaLy0t3ne3zkyEO78iMwBsm1IhszIMhnKVYAwPuAuduwD3zY32wSFFPW5DeaEw9_m_jdekFnfT7CeIHLCVTdg/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dh-sv_DFxSV4XVKNE3t2ZWc7EhJwCac9ahmgYEckPK7PLwkQ5tLFzEaLy0t3ne3zkyEO78iMwBsm1IhszIMhnKVYAwPuAuduwD3zY32wSFFPW5DeaEw9_m_jdekFnfT7CeIHLCVTdg/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240875077629332290" border="0" /></a><br />Annettie came back into town (well sort of into town--Pine Top) for her nephews baptism this past weekend. Jon, Kirsten and I all went to see her. It was so good to spend some time with her. She and I moved to AZ about the same time and have been friends ever since. We have been roommates for the past 2-3 (?) years. In June, she moved to Utah to go back to school. It was good to see her, but it sure made me miss her. There have been lots of changes in the past couple of months (new ward, new roomies, many friends have moved etc.). Changes are good. But, this weekend sure made me a tad bit sad for the things that are gone!Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-66089598243036077662008-08-24T23:13:00.000-07:002008-08-24T23:34:30.789-07:00Sense? and Sensibility?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqtJCDL01shunlLRqRDv1YgFwq2WqUK1ubqdAwNO0dOhY96P3nGq4GOwWs4WtKwNC5XzDLK5QubI4xY8ltUBjRZ5HMAfPkphocDESi5DZwD6LGqvD8-Hy0SUFvVJlj2I4avXpburYTQ/s1600-h/sense-and-sensibility-dvdcover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqtJCDL01shunlLRqRDv1YgFwq2WqUK1ubqdAwNO0dOhY96P3nGq4GOwWs4WtKwNC5XzDLK5QubI4xY8ltUBjRZ5HMAfPkphocDESi5DZwD6LGqvD8-Hy0SUFvVJlj2I4avXpburYTQ/s400/sense-and-sensibility-dvdcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238335301519062402" border="0" /></a>So, I am going to vent for a moment. I don't want to come across as cynical, depressed or hopeless. I just need to vent. I really am OK, just mostly frustrated with my present situation.<br /><br />I was watching Sense and Sensibility the other day and I realized how perfectly it describes my "dating" life. If you don't remember the movie...click <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114388/">here</a>. You may remember two sisters one who falls in love with this great guy, who does and says all of the perfect things. He seems to love her back but you can never be too certain. Well, older sister gets involved (she can't have her brother marry a lower class woman) and breaks up the pair. Sister two falls in love with the" bad" boy. He loves her back but ditches her for a woman who has 50,000 pounds. He marries the rich girl, but secretly always wants to be with Marrianne (sister #2). <br /><br />The past couple months I seem to be attracting both of these guys. Unfortunately for me, I don't have the movie to show me the guys feelings so I just have to make assumptions here (but I think that I am pretty good at reading guys and the signals they send. Then again...maybe I am not. I AM still single.) <br /><br />One thinks I am great, loves to spend time with me...but I don't make the 50,000 pounds (or some other lame, shallow excuse) so I am the girl that he wants but will never do anything about! The other guy also likes to be around me, will go out of his way to be with me, but there is some outside pull (maybe his evil sister is trying to break up the match) not allowing him to do anything about it. <br /><br />In the movie, guy #1 does end up confessing his love to sister #1. You know the scene, Elinor starts blubbering like a baby. It's the best! And sister #2 ends up getting someone way better than the loser jerk that she loved so much(or so she thought). One of these days I will have my happily ever after like the sisters. But, in the meantime I am still trying to find out which guy it will be (and getting really frustrated with guys who think I am great but will never DO anything about it)!!!!!Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-17974352781534344362008-08-20T22:32:00.001-07:002008-08-20T22:41:20.061-07:00Watching the OlympicsWasting time (or trying to feel productive while watching the Olympics).....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WhyL7_LJIIZIePXSdZ-2OkYyBhmNm3R4JSAET-7GAs3E4sxsBgpI_OxXUyXo6_cajUjsji-fMWQnechtihB4jQgg7uwcKO_hvGmARqGh0Y-Zb612Cthmh5iiTwFUkJBdfl_pKCJSfA/s1600-h/Mosaic.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WhyL7_LJIIZIePXSdZ-2OkYyBhmNm3R4JSAET-7GAs3E4sxsBgpI_OxXUyXo6_cajUjsji-fMWQnechtihB4jQgg7uwcKO_hvGmARqGh0Y-Zb612Cthmh5iiTwFUkJBdfl_pKCJSfA/s400/Mosaic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236840538660590466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Go to Flickr: </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/search/">http://www.flickr.com/search/</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> and type in your word(s) that answers the question and it brings up tons of photos associated with it. Super fun! </span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Then you put the URL line for the photo into Mosiac Maker: <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php">http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php</a><br /><br />The Questions:<br />1. What is your first name?<br />2. What is your favorite food?<br />3. What high school did you go to?<br />4. What is your favorite color?<br />5. Who is your celebrity crush?<br />6. Favorite drink?<br />7. Dream vacation?<br />8. Favorite dessert?<br />9. What you want to be when you grow up?<br />10. What do you love most in life?<br />11. One word to describe you.<br />12. Your favorite animal?</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">-</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My answers:</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1. Jennica 2. Pizza 3. Columbine High School 4. PINK 5. Jake Ryan! 6. Diet Coke/Pepsi/Dr. Pepper 7. Beach 8. This pic of cheescake just looked so yummy! Any dessert is my favorite 9. a wife 10. My Family11. Happy 12. ? I liked the picture of the peacock. :)<br /><br />Have fun. Maybe you can waste time watching the Olympics, too!<br /></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-11799660713313860382008-08-13T15:59:00.000-07:002008-08-13T16:23:35.877-07:00Drama, Drama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvyqfIBKkNm3PZhyphenhyphenQCbAQ__rPNbj_yygBNclCY5xQs93iwFIBss5LBxkzzOMM74CQ7hZW47LumYvxbyX9EF8h0iyyagt1DwJPX1t-kjCVxdfDcG1lyljch7FIMiRDLZ2uF3pyklRtCw/s1600-h/Amor+real.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvyqfIBKkNm3PZhyphenhyphenQCbAQ__rPNbj_yygBNclCY5xQs93iwFIBss5LBxkzzOMM74CQ7hZW47LumYvxbyX9EF8h0iyyagt1DwJPX1t-kjCVxdfDcG1lyljch7FIMiRDLZ2uF3pyklRtCw/s400/Amor+real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234143463558282946" border="0" /></a><br />It started on the first day of class. He whistled at me. He sang "You're beautiful. You're beautiful it's true. And I saw your face....." You know the popular song by James Blunt. He also asked "If, I was older, would you go out with me?" I immediately responded "NO!" and that he was "Creepy. That he needed to stop." The harassment stopped.<br /><br />But, the story gets MUCH better. Yesterday he stayed after class here's the conversation:<br /><br />[Creepy student] I am emancipated from my parents, you know?<br /><br />[Miss Castle] Oh really? <br /><br />[CS] Yeah, it's not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">becasue</span> I don't get along with them. It's because they can't travel with me.<br /><br />[MC] Oh? Where are you traveling?<br /><br />[CS] Oh, well for the Mexican Soap Opera that I am in. Yeah, that's why I have braces. I really don't need them. See? (showing me his straight pearly whites) I don't need these braces at all. It's for the part. I have to gain all of this weight. I have ten more pounds to go. Then I get skinny, they take off the braces and then I am HOT for the show.<br /><br />[MC] (Speechless)<br /><br />[CS] Yeah. They paid me 5.2 million dollars for the show.<br /><br />[MC] Wow (like, obviously, not believing any of this). When is the show on?<br /><br />[CS] Well, it's not going to air for two more months. But, I go out of town every weekend to Mexico City to shoot it. I come back Monday mornings before school.<br /><br />Wow. Really?! Huh. Seriously?! <br /><br />Today he was sent out into the hall for being disrespectful to me. He got a referral and a phone call home. Maybe he needs to work on respect for his teacher instead of going out of "town" to be an actor. Or maybe he should just cut the drama in class. Not going to work with me. I've already have had enough of it and it's only been a week a half. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9OuDLnLBs9l93_VjZloRE0wNS8mgjOtfY_c7d1fjkhzkKWYb4WEJ2oWSdw9kKI0sieN0x52B9nbxy4TYt9cTkRRWHglT5djWSjzFsHRDmx71hXMITRj2rCpE75wNWr9DZbljjC4wbdQ/s1600-h/TL_Novelas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9OuDLnLBs9l93_VjZloRE0wNS8mgjOtfY_c7d1fjkhzkKWYb4WEJ2oWSdw9kKI0sieN0x52B9nbxy4TYt9cTkRRWHglT5djWSjzFsHRDmx71hXMITRj2rCpE75wNWr9DZbljjC4wbdQ/s400/TL_Novelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234142738665297986" border="0" /></a>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-76312723293704516592008-06-23T22:34:00.001-07:002008-11-14T23:53:24.627-08:00Summer Fun!<div><br /><br /><br /><div>I have been up to lots of F-U-N things. Here is the low down..... </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My friend Michael came up to Utah for a few weeks. We have been playing tons. Here are some things that we have done:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>1. Hiking (tons of it). We hiked to Horsetail falls in Alpine. We hiked up Little Cottonwood canyon. We went backpacking in Southern-ish Utah (Fishlake area). [That was an experience. Without going into gory details.... I had new hiking boots (feet don't like new boots), we ran into TONS of melting snow, no fuel for our camp stoves, getting lost, mosquitoes, marshland etc. It was an adventure and I loved every minute of it. Well, mostly loved it. Maybe besides being lost for four hours.] </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215326596287766850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iRENLiyGwI_lXLeFd1OzqveOiGeMFs17HMhaVichgopaoPgWCPrSj-9_YPIpRtSemZPWGwMwQ9sfgY01HUV98UINBBG7VQz8vgVXgKXke5D7TrpGkpy8WgwODwimcR2KciJ_s6-3_g/s320/Summer+Hike.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>2. We went on a bike ride or two.... and a scooter ride up AF canyon. The scooter maybe went 15 miles an hour. It was awesome. Had a little picnic at Tible Fork. Can I tell you that I LOVE the weather here?! It's the best. You can actually go outside in the summer and play. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>3. Movies. Hulk was pretty good (we got to see it with two of my BFFs in the world). Get Smart was Ok. I liked Hulk better, I think. Although, Get Smart was entertaining....I felt like they put all of the funny parts in the trailers. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>4. I bought a sweet new bike from REI.com. (I have come to really love REI. We went there like 10 times in the past few weeks. Apparently, we couldn't get enough of it's goodness) Check out this baby. She will be coming July 2nd to the REI nearest me. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215326596446605410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyUsj_UjKeJAm56F-GyuU8OjU6KrB3GZQxeG2CwhGwNBTiloUnft8khgOjyemIfzJlfTBTbn1ACTWb69ihrTEZSXAte8Svbnd1Bv6wpjDyMtUVqNEoFScus0coLXsYUhR9egW33L44Q/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>5. Flight of the Concords. Juno. Funny. Funny. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215327179963656722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnoDOM6dcDZhROjmSu_bozfnJDhzx5FRPviaBcO8nXiGLcn84j4C86p1P2oKlTYtzP3zu5H18l6TaKlSnRhGM6C05FCe6YhU3YNxpDsTtSEOutP44ZRpc5fEfW1LSXEKGzGxof-LbIg/s320/flight-of-the-conchords.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>6. Pleasant Grove Rodeo-awesome! Strawberries and Cream- yum!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I have had an awesome two weeks. Although, I already miss having a constant playmate around. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Tomorrow I am off to Colorado. It's really tough being a teacher at the moment. ;) </div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-62156863018605267312008-06-08T21:23:00.000-07:002008-11-14T23:53:25.286-08:00Little Red Riding Hood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgt45tpY6rw2GNt1j_-AqzRtXajKxswfYM2d9gG04bcB9gLVyiZ8AjzJub73ruObG2PT6wQLXHot4AmrFF1Mtovncs7DtRk4KOpZENKJeWvRSVRRXIMQpb7gkD8Dx63ol2McPOKtqJw/s1600-h/IMG_5861.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209736726421992450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgt45tpY6rw2GNt1j_-AqzRtXajKxswfYM2d9gG04bcB9gLVyiZ8AjzJub73ruObG2PT6wQLXHot4AmrFF1Mtovncs7DtRk4KOpZENKJeWvRSVRRXIMQpb7gkD8Dx63ol2McPOKtqJw/s320/IMG_5861.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Saturday was the BIG day! It was full of firsts! Here are some firsts (as well as other funny things that happened).....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>- It was freezing COLD. When we started the ride it was 44 degrees. It heated up to 59 as the high for the day! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brrrr</span>....</div><br /><div>- 5 miles into the ride we were hit with rain that turned into HAIL! Ouch!</div><br /><div>- 7 miles into the ride my bike broke. It took 5 different SAG wagons (and other people to help) to find the right tool to fix my bike. That took about 45 minutes. Not a good start (not to mention that we started 30 min. late). Luckily, they were able to fix it!</div><br /><div>- <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Unfortunately</span>, we missed the 100 mile cut off (we needed to be to a certain city by 11:00 in order to go on the 100 mile route) by about 10 minutes. So we ended up riding 80 miles. But, that's OK because we had a head wind about 70% of the time. </div><br /><div>- The ride was beautiful! Cache Valley is so pretty. </div><br /><div>- We had a great time! I can't wait to do another ride (just as soon as my rear end can stand to SIT on a bike seat)....</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209736744412386402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzqCUAMi0cVp3aWIVslSAbFkSuFW5zJd-xzLvj7By_hhCcZ6BaN0MZqFXzsanDUfu63Uh9R6bHfatsq4io2lL0QT6OIvbMUkNsmH1KpySPQ2b78NvRSVqogdbXaPcTCcGx2FRHWLy-g/s320/IMG_5869.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209736751684970098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZ8bIpF7zp9xvv7Wn1NHplH4b4dwEzHeGJgm3NCxsHYKzA-r8evD5Qlf1y72gGko4cblCBmRKjbjpiq8sHf__RcKRMY_t8eM5G5ISLf14iw8fbbiRlaK0wRUellzJLJsKrPPdt0a48A/s320/IMG_5874.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-5732272355964782042008-05-13T20:44:00.000-07:002008-11-14T23:53:27.539-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI2KlpsN9nLQaDvKO8VquXmkD4bDWOZjYPCrqDj5kYJXbpyXpPDg0EBD67W45NMY4KrwO6eA29gv9Af7BIWTd1G7-n_XyCvXdeeQhX9IL7itv5c96eqRxcWIxNFSD0Nrtxc3IN06orQ/s1600-h/BarbieM(8).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI2KlpsN9nLQaDvKO8VquXmkD4bDWOZjYPCrqDj5kYJXbpyXpPDg0EBD67W45NMY4KrwO6eA29gv9Af7BIWTd1G7-n_XyCvXdeeQhX9IL7itv5c96eqRxcWIxNFSD0Nrtxc3IN06orQ/s320/BarbieM(8).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200079777770646162" border="0" /></a><br />We celebrated my birthday a little early (since I will be in UT over my real birthday). I have never had a Barbie Birthday. 29 is a good year to celebrate Barbie Style! All were to dress up as their favorite Barbie or Ken. Here are some good ones: Dream Date Barbie (and Ken), Ken Bond 007, Woodcutter Ken, Golf Ken, DTR Ken, Emo Barbie, Pregnant Prom Queen Barbie, Bollywood Barbie, Summer Lovin' Barbie, GI Jane, and Malibu Barbie.<br /><br />Look, We had a great time:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6CXc6PVNUBIHAkJzjMvg1q_nb-GPZr17OkfiAX1CClAQsTbT4cHVuR1fJexeM2YhxJq6jzRINMIPoQ6Vk62viBvx6S-UD6xr2VrItizpL55UPtdHYykAlCTm2tWVwUAxmVNvgCjOeQ/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+013.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6CXc6PVNUBIHAkJzjMvg1q_nb-GPZr17OkfiAX1CClAQsTbT4cHVuR1fJexeM2YhxJq6jzRINMIPoQ6Vk62viBvx6S-UD6xr2VrItizpL55UPtdHYykAlCTm2tWVwUAxmVNvgCjOeQ/s320/Barbie+Party+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085185134471970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCi9TWX5NR6lKkSGYuFaeqiFZF_bdtmzIBeWqgQTLkaG48UfhGBVkNHaKQZXv0eLevezIoDc_qF5BALnV-wFo3ikUFiSk0-sFUHWoEqd7qw_gzl9bAOULgFARmV12T5MLaKJlJJbMZg/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCi9TWX5NR6lKkSGYuFaeqiFZF_bdtmzIBeWqgQTLkaG48UfhGBVkNHaKQZXv0eLevezIoDc_qF5BALnV-wFo3ikUFiSk0-sFUHWoEqd7qw_gzl9bAOULgFARmV12T5MLaKJlJJbMZg/s320/Barbie+Party+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085193724406594" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWllxPajwZfR0zKALnANmfj4GTT8Es1ZtZFFU361TovcE8vrBhkiOzqi9J0FxAnx4KBVaw9MMdJfnyPBAPwCobfN5cn2BRutuM9DW3KONCWk5txRLpW0QtGHsfW8Kt4h5R11Hx-ETkhg/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+022.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWllxPajwZfR0zKALnANmfj4GTT8Es1ZtZFFU361TovcE8vrBhkiOzqi9J0FxAnx4KBVaw9MMdJfnyPBAPwCobfN5cn2BRutuM9DW3KONCWk5txRLpW0QtGHsfW8Kt4h5R11Hx-ETkhg/s320/Barbie+Party+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085198019373906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOsNPGJ4Vu7m6dA_c26NdlYd_3Neo-qJkCFLSQQlcDtjUUeCd0WTvxx6Eb9NXUSMGv5GytvCk3as520BchlQew22nbNypa37u2WVPToNXbe_-sO9XTcNJ1znNK8U1EhiSgjOcC63ezg/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOsNPGJ4Vu7m6dA_c26NdlYd_3Neo-qJkCFLSQQlcDtjUUeCd0WTvxx6Eb9NXUSMGv5GytvCk3as520BchlQew22nbNypa37u2WVPToNXbe_-sO9XTcNJ1znNK8U1EhiSgjOcC63ezg/s320/Barbie+Party+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085189429439282" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSIsJz-BNKMnvpgjiLB-88MBYaHXSCab323f2E533CwNWKB5ftjg_l9cXvQqkJQL-pRCUqvzOyoXQWs16Ex3pPPcZHVPBsrEqm62vZSPn875N_ti8sNzhcjHydwI4oobsO6fsqukE0A/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSIsJz-BNKMnvpgjiLB-88MBYaHXSCab323f2E533CwNWKB5ftjg_l9cXvQqkJQL-pRCUqvzOyoXQWs16Ex3pPPcZHVPBsrEqm62vZSPn875N_ti8sNzhcjHydwI4oobsO6fsqukE0A/s320/Barbie+Party+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082827197426370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnmNP9ldXfGG54VL6v7cef0AJvoqr7GygCLfW7lIY8atgUbTX-zxZdPJzDBP9HTDdoZChJQ2ab3vNWV5BQ5MjYVZ7CFbdnrSkgidoJ6EjXwOtCC0hhFzq2CAQq7TBCaFj9wrU5ZCh5A/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnmNP9ldXfGG54VL6v7cef0AJvoqr7GygCLfW7lIY8atgUbTX-zxZdPJzDBP9HTDdoZChJQ2ab3vNWV5BQ5MjYVZ7CFbdnrSkgidoJ6EjXwOtCC0hhFzq2CAQq7TBCaFj9wrU5ZCh5A/s320/Barbie+Party+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082831492393682" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdJ5ul2XrZ_cMEb2aG_q3twFuKv4ZS36qCopCPjL1k6OkYuPfRdEc-pxEpUCUOL5yba7lsisGv0-QA_OuT1gsqH7fzHccF46Fwmpi9VqVmrd8OzyX0whefNTo1yiICzvXAYm_VvV4pA/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4G1twmOijhhyReLERwT5C5e2qhAe_aaFTybsQcDdbFGl-pOwh_wOrXznwnpYqB9F_3YmfeVDkmNMiAe9KMVZhTE7HGEvS_MSrkBgbLajc4NAuT1Ggb1sChcTWNyAg7x-hZ72KE05K-A/s320/Barbie+Party+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200081465692793506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAi7jZcnS-8y2lovpeMZouSnt8MV5l0SiDLdlYvVZo6ajeLHt0MyAPU_YassYfm9qkHL1N8Oub5SK-nzdXRXlEJy9QRQfc9wUIZSnqgnDCfauOV6KjwUGBAyOy_gkcOge4ysNn2C7Qg/s1600-h/Barbie+Party+007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAi7jZcnS-8y2lovpeMZouSnt8MV5l0SiDLdlYvVZo6ajeLHt0MyAPU_YassYfm9qkHL1N8Oub5SK-nzdXRXlEJy9QRQfc9wUIZSnqgnDCfauOV6KjwUGBAyOy_gkcOge4ysNn2C7Qg/s320/Barbie+Party+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082852967230210" border="0" /></a></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-74696988033363861712008-05-02T15:52:00.000-07:002008-11-14T23:53:27.740-08:00This one's for you Heidi!This post is for my biggest fan, Heidi! I haven't posted anything in about 2 months and she has been the only one to notice or care! Thanks, Heidi! ;)<br /><br />To those of you that are feeling guilty, I am over it! I have been SO super busy that I haven't looked at your blogs either....meaning if there are babies announced- I don't know about them, if you got married--I don't know about that, if you took over the world--I may not know about that either! So hopefully we can forgive each other. I will try to be a better blogger....and let's be honest, I am going to be "unemployed" in about 12 days (YAY!!) so I will be way better!<br /><br />It's hard to play catch up over two months period (this is probably why I try to journal as often as possible. If I wait for two months or longer, I have SO much to catch up on it is overwhelming). So, I will take baby steps back into the blogging world.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid91WBHLfKlpCkJnmqgbylY7yiWt8kIP_Hqeu51QlZekIwxt791MgPn6fuHIvtHQXII9t9u7Ren7v2xEf5BD2KdxCpwBASQ4jcTLDEcPVDXj8qv_mPNCc9Og-nrcOD1gqMUbTfPvc3eg/s1600-h/pink-bike2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid91WBHLfKlpCkJnmqgbylY7yiWt8kIP_Hqeu51QlZekIwxt791MgPn6fuHIvtHQXII9t9u7Ren7v2xEf5BD2KdxCpwBASQ4jcTLDEcPVDXj8qv_mPNCc9Og-nrcOD1gqMUbTfPvc3eg/s320/pink-bike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195921858869987154" border="0" /></a><br />#1. I am training for a century bike ride (100 miles). It's the Little Red Riding Hood in Logan Utah on June 7. As part of my training I went 47 miles today--yikes! I am pretty excited about this. Although, I am really nervous about the altitude change. THAT may kill me.<br /><br />#2 April 1- April 15....I spent about 45 hours working on a University of Phoenix class (a three credit class done in about 3 weeks). I was crazy busy. I would go to work, then come home and work on this class for 5-6 hours a night. I had to take it in order to re-certify this July. I am glad that is over!<br /><br />#3 I am going to girls craft weekend with My Mom, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts etc. in a few weeks in New Harmony, Utah. I am SO looking forward to that! It will be a blast.<br /><br />#4 I wish that I had some good guy stories to report....but, I better not (you never know who reads these things). But, I will say that I scared a guy off and he moved back to Utah (unexpectedly) after one date with me. We went out, had a good time and then two days later randomly decided to move back to Utah. I am pretty sure that he didn't want to be flipped- so he ran! :) Hehe. (If you don't know what I am talking about refer to a Post called "Spatula City").<br /><br />This is as much as I can do today. But, start coming more regularly again because........ I AM BACK!Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-23114565151959830912008-02-20T19:44:00.001-08:002008-11-14T23:53:29.352-08:00Lucky Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbj7RnI5ZGzMjKGbYBq-k0cmepe356yJbsi3W10j7HHMTjivN8ziafhWE5p2x384ZRc03nMK8VPXVCULBqWRJvF5B8_XU0YXMxCqPklxo5nzn9t7CurzFNPr34PwR206tKeNUncKDYw/s1600-h/Sisters+Girls+Trips+2.2008+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbj7RnI5ZGzMjKGbYBq-k0cmepe356yJbsi3W10j7HHMTjivN8ziafhWE5p2x384ZRc03nMK8VPXVCULBqWRJvF5B8_XU0YXMxCqPklxo5nzn9t7CurzFNPr34PwR206tKeNUncKDYw/s200/Sisters+Girls+Trips+2.2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169278439836947986" border="0" /></a>The past two weekends I have been able to spend my time with my most favorite women in the whole wide world! Lucky Me! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Girls Weekend #1</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Location:</span> Las Vegas<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">People involved:</span> Molly, Rachel, Jill, Heidi, and Mom<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reason: </span>Molly's 18th Birthday (I can't believe that she is 18), Mama Mia, Tiffany's & CO, shopping, and FUN.<br />It was a BLAST!<br /><br />Molly showing off her BLUE Tiffany's box (top right)<br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><blockquote></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNW0RZMLuUiVtCgqi37MQTz0YxaCerH6jqvcdAx7aaNPtqrTb9HwqUfJkAol8155brpQWbhyy4MnOdGjm-YJ5kSYebobRa8XEqE_QB7qq5iDPdlvrTHG7bF8mUY2iH5PRmA2GOsVEa9g/s1600-h/Mama+mia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNW0RZMLuUiVtCgqi37MQTz0YxaCerH6jqvcdAx7aaNPtqrTb9HwqUfJkAol8155brpQWbhyy4MnOdGjm-YJ5kSYebobRa8XEqE_QB7qq5iDPdlvrTHG7bF8mUY2iH5PRmA2GOsVEa9g/s400/Mama+mia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169278113419433474" border="0" /></a>Mama Mia at Mandalay Bay (Picture above).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYo9lAPgFk52jUNzTJ8__mrwHmZMRm6U9k6QxfZtV1kIgVHTLTitFI_dKteiwCq3Fyr9oJ3Bz1DCKWW4lQDPULH3hsduB69hI3TQapwv0hgTlMqCGWKTaWcwR0yHBKGf0Z3Mjl4Lzs5w/s1600-h/Sisters+Girls+Trips+2.2008+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYo9lAPgFk52jUNzTJ8__mrwHmZMRm6U9k6QxfZtV1kIgVHTLTitFI_dKteiwCq3Fyr9oJ3Bz1DCKWW4lQDPULH3hsduB69hI3TQapwv0hgTlMqCGWKTaWcwR0yHBKGf0Z3Mjl4Lzs5w/s400/Sisters+Girls+Trips+2.2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169277950210676210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR_2v2_EPvF9r_df6SL8tiIWu_NcOcreACR8Lx5RN3FqHMhBPE06Ftb0NVH94BJ-szuF3UDHbfOBxtZFBB_ZRabbDgUKojyclKNCtJhov7c4hF6zMJFt7MZV1W_b1fbGjAObBGf1J3w/s1600-h/Sisters+Girls+Trips+2.2008+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR_2v2_EPvF9r_df6SL8tiIWu_NcOcreACR8Lx5RN3FqHMhBPE06Ftb0NVH94BJ-szuF3UDHbfOBxtZFBB_ZRabbDgUKojyclKNCtJhov7c4hF6zMJFt7MZV1W_b1fbGjAObBGf1J3w/s320/Sisters+Girls+Trips+2.2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169277147051791842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRCuR8VA55fCvqT1pYrdzsC57ObfbpE1oal5UMaYny1Keerxj2wKU5PMzPh51pD0tQ1LP1vz97m4ALR-8LpgDrBoauqrgqbZYpTJPJQruKZUcvbcueTirMFnWjE-oj63wtm21HMlsFA/s1600-h/Girls+Trips+2.2008+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRCuR8VA55fCvqT1pYrdzsC57ObfbpE1oal5UMaYny1Keerxj2wKU5PMzPh51pD0tQ1LP1vz97m4ALR-8LpgDrBoauqrgqbZYpTJPJQruKZUcvbcueTirMFnWjE-oj63wtm21HMlsFA/s320/Girls+Trips+2.2008+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169276429792253378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eating!!! (Picture at Left)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pedicures from weekend #2 and funny picture from girls weekend #1 (pictures right)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Girls Weekend #2</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Location: </span>Gilbert Arizona (My house)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">People involved: </span>Lindsey, Kim, and Carmen (My Three BF's)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reason: </span>Lindsey needed a break from her three little angels :), and FUN. But, let's be honest...we don't really need a reason to get together. We like to get together at least once a year. But, this year it's happened 3 times in the last 12 months. I am hoping that it happens again soon (Wink, Wink**)<br />It was a BLAST!<br /><br />**Some of you may catch what that means<br /><br />We all bought the same coat! Don't we look good. :) (picture below)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrwJpZEi0YTvRZwRcAvRgHd7uri2-NA6KzAipSSMcQKJozhISyNkIM7Jll8MJu0vAJulsAMSftNbMEkfk6OrIQGC0B_hp0ONgWoIL9HEflMautcuhx-1We5VRX_ZNtPodypknAd7PVA/s1600-h/Girls+Trips+2.2008+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrwJpZEi0YTvRZwRcAvRgHd7uri2-NA6KzAipSSMcQKJozhISyNkIM7Jll8MJu0vAJulsAMSftNbMEkfk6OrIQGC0B_hp0ONgWoIL9HEflMautcuhx-1We5VRX_ZNtPodypknAd7PVA/s400/Girls+Trips+2.2008+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169275871446504882" border="0" /></a>We ate lots and lots of food. We made this fruit pizza on Sunday (using my new mandolin). If you have never used a mandolin to cut things with, I HIGHLY suggest it. They ROCK!<br /><br /><br /> Needless to say.... I have had a great past couple of weekends! I am so grateful for such great friends and family. Love ya!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjMgqYRLyPe17whFWkDU3CWfv4dtxKaslK52IFpAjbrSMvC12XhBTGsLIFXvDXGfXGDFd_hiY4k0VKRbX3ZnOaxo0otmVjycBND_KLzFEgZgjZ0pKq2qSi_sxKDcWWIH4HjtN5Q4A0w/s1600-h/Girls+Trips+2.2008+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyjMgqYRLyPe17whFWkDU3CWfv4dtxKaslK52IFpAjbrSMvC12XhBTGsLIFXvDXGfXGDFd_hiY4k0VKRbX3ZnOaxo0otmVjycBND_KLzFEgZgjZ0pKq2qSi_sxKDcWWIH4HjtN5Q4A0w/s200/Girls+Trips+2.2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169276747619833298" border="0" /></a>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-66788714502427859732008-02-07T15:12:00.000-08:002008-11-14T23:53:29.478-08:00Sad Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOi2pVl5piiUNnnhUTK5AGzY_w1ejiH8Tc3gBk6nQ5h_vxvgoBUY0xmWaN3S3bP1M5rr-MJj2TWyXmXSd3LB0P-aCnQ5wdYZp6eGBBYO4CZdsOmAEDGjtOZuO8WD3zDerxNnXR1oLTw/s1600-h/rt_mitt_romney_070425_ms.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOi2pVl5piiUNnnhUTK5AGzY_w1ejiH8Tc3gBk6nQ5h_vxvgoBUY0xmWaN3S3bP1M5rr-MJj2TWyXmXSd3LB0P-aCnQ5wdYZp6eGBBYO4CZdsOmAEDGjtOZuO8WD3zDerxNnXR1oLTw/s320/rt_mitt_romney_070425_ms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164382102824609058" border="0" /></a><br />When Mitt Romney quit the Presidential Race he gave an amazing speech. You really need to read it. It was AWESOME. Click <a href="http://youdecide08.foxnews.com/2008/02/07/romney-quits-gop-presidential-race-text-of-speech/">here</a> to read it. <br /><br />I am really sad to see him go. Now what are we going to do? McCain? I am not so sure about that!Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-12788809585746853692008-01-22T15:57:00.000-08:002008-11-14T23:53:32.779-08:00Field Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_601HWYRXEHBkzCwPHCpbrcTK5zF2oaY8J4EbmGu7d70JYqT3lFnybxbgkRZv8o3vfaqxsuqEbJ4faEQm1EvYeupqoboELwOl6go2Wn2p9jpTxG9hvOSJOW6pkscg_3nF-_rB0yULw/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_601HWYRXEHBkzCwPHCpbrcTK5zF2oaY8J4EbmGu7d70JYqT3lFnybxbgkRZv8o3vfaqxsuqEbJ4faEQm1EvYeupqoboELwOl6go2Wn2p9jpTxG9hvOSJOW6pkscg_3nF-_rB0yULw/s200/Jerome+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158455564228716754" border="0" /></a>My friend Andrea is moving to Georgia in a few months and as a result has created a "bucket list" of things to see while she is in the great state of Arizona. One of these things was to go to Jerome AZ. It is about a 2 hour drive north of Phoenix.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So Andrea, Kirsten and I decided to go to Jerome on Monday January 21 (MLK day). On our way we drove past the Bad Ass BBQ. It just so happens that going to the Bad Ass BBQ was something that Kirsten wanted to check off of her something-I-need-to-do-before-I-die list. So, we were able to kill two birds with one stone. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Va0pcOmoLaIPi2k-7igcylDFl-PA5lPbm6idj4qHet3UTPtm1gFVJNKoM3YsJ1h1a19sbgJdBcqemvgrSz1IY7udNRncW8tl7cRtyDSeZPjZrn0iUXwdZc6BmqGtzoQoj3Phoz0gqA/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Va0pcOmoLaIPi2k-7igcylDFl-PA5lPbm6idj4qHet3UTPtm1gFVJNKoM3YsJ1h1a19sbgJdBcqemvgrSz1IY7udNRncW8tl7cRtyDSeZPjZrn0iUXwdZc6BmqGtzoQoj3Phoz0gqA/s200/Jerome+2008+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158455568523684066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I really wanted to buy something from the Bad Ass Boutique. But, the Bad Ass was closed. Imagine this conversation:<br />Someone: That is the cutest shirt ever. Where did you get it?<br />Me: Just at some Bad Ass Boutique.<br />Someone: [Gasp]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8vVAJG52sIQkYLU1BUjN4pUKK5xLbwCKRZ1iuEOV801AqqYSqI71aAYVj8E1gRFBH8mAd6OW8cutkmfGo4XasHS-XoW1UdMGEY-h-Owx7AtvZe6w6bMP1NkfyH4dBMdPrns2RZY6zg/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8vVAJG52sIQkYLU1BUjN4pUKK5xLbwCKRZ1iuEOV801AqqYSqI71aAYVj8E1gRFBH8mAd6OW8cutkmfGo4XasHS-XoW1UdMGEY-h-Owx7AtvZe6w6bMP1NkfyH4dBMdPrns2RZY6zg/s200/Jerome+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158455572818651378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4indVffgCpGAmu7hjT4F7QLsGlPRQ2ee73Z5bpJMFgJn3JhoLgPYNJRD6GmPqRqlaLw1KkAcixZNDKVhs836v7NDbZvGSWmHuClkd0E9IL3_e9pmqlG9ej6NMqyeCCM65jel76cTmQ/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4indVffgCpGAmu7hjT4F7QLsGlPRQ2ee73Z5bpJMFgJn3JhoLgPYNJRD6GmPqRqlaLw1KkAcixZNDKVhs836v7NDbZvGSWmHuClkd0E9IL3_e9pmqlG9ej6NMqyeCCM65jel76cTmQ/s200/Jerome+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158455577113618690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We also went to Tuzigoot.... ruins from the Southern Sinagua Civilization. Picture below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5raYEbM92IPvjIe7SiFxsbs_Dmmu-s4MGic7gQAiIqcbCh7QVXbLPH1MEqq97oUrQIdEU-dk0Dr1oA1rG-ZUIymgzeY_wAcU66ZY1oyOaahz5WCiEi6Q19Gkx_x-DX6LhibvYw4VfqQ/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5raYEbM92IPvjIe7SiFxsbs_Dmmu-s4MGic7gQAiIqcbCh7QVXbLPH1MEqq97oUrQIdEU-dk0Dr1oA1rG-ZUIymgzeY_wAcU66ZY1oyOaahz5WCiEi6Q19Gkx_x-DX6LhibvYw4VfqQ/s200/Jerome+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158455585703553298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Below are pictures taken in Jerome. It's a small mining community that has turned "artsy".<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4N_MVW0lj5XyQ2S-PJbVNsd0F13Wb78s25WTy1aBJMV1I5r8xBdniN0VtTFfWYWvJWuBGv7HFIxPek1G6y6zM8dIbxQ5jaAwJ0z_VdOH0YBnjDcsVUrj8airXnoKcgqzwEK0eiCyEA/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4N_MVW0lj5XyQ2S-PJbVNsd0F13Wb78s25WTy1aBJMV1I5r8xBdniN0VtTFfWYWvJWuBGv7HFIxPek1G6y6zM8dIbxQ5jaAwJ0z_VdOH0YBnjDcsVUrj8airXnoKcgqzwEK0eiCyEA/s200/Jerome+2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158813806574363874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjESspr49-StYq50Nb2dpey6tr4xoV9bS6wgtJgm94n63DEkPi7fdjsH3EHXKipFsmMtAfwpPv_A5XiZXzAmWr039UaPChIVe6wLrkY6zigSAhdpRf7RxFeboMYuHVVRfxH9NbhrV9Dg/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjESspr49-StYq50Nb2dpey6tr4xoV9bS6wgtJgm94n63DEkPi7fdjsH3EHXKipFsmMtAfwpPv_A5XiZXzAmWr039UaPChIVe6wLrkY6zigSAhdpRf7RxFeboMYuHVVRfxH9NbhrV9Dg/s200/Jerome+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158815503086445842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrjZt_9h_1c3OIUq3iziNW6VbGRJH69gY4bm9ucH6OL38bAa8L63bsyozut9tzNgw3C2PFC-_Z4BETZss8vFwImGwYYZWZIk8lBXt_Gz-jr2JcMBmxdNNMp9Fh7BPr1_37zTNcreKWg/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrjZt_9h_1c3OIUq3iziNW6VbGRJH69gY4bm9ucH6OL38bAa8L63bsyozut9tzNgw3C2PFC-_Z4BETZss8vFwImGwYYZWZIk8lBXt_Gz-jr2JcMBmxdNNMp9Fh7BPr1_37zTNcreKWg/s200/Jerome+2008+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158813810869331186" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MabwUFnq_r9FQ1ki02YXtU6eOOkSkn2PQmcbGr5sFX_U97kZEv805P8OVfMx_UpEIgk2lER6mnDg9cQxZEz5Siq_Ce2bNSn9mjAEs3WVCm_HlRZ4dATARxPKR9pVCIZ-W2XMVN1kDw/s1600-h/Jerome+2008+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MabwUFnq_r9FQ1ki02YXtU6eOOkSkn2PQmcbGr5sFX_U97kZEv805P8OVfMx_UpEIgk2lER6mnDg9cQxZEz5Siq_Ce2bNSn9mjAEs3WVCm_HlRZ4dATARxPKR9pVCIZ-W2XMVN1kDw/s200/Jerome+2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158813819459265794" border="0" />It was an awesome day!<br /></a></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-56503480230092809972008-01-16T17:47:00.000-08:002008-11-14T23:53:33.256-08:00News FlashIt's been a while since the last post. Here are some news updates that may or may not interest you....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In my world:</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinese class canceled for 7 hour class</span></span><br /></div><br />I had to drop my Chinese class! :( SO SAD! I had a conflict with my schedule. In order to renew my teaching certificate I have to take a class by August (Classroom Management and Lab Safety). The only class I could find between now and August was on Thursday nights from (are you ready for this?!?) 2:30 pm until 9:30 pm. FOR 6 weeks!! 7 hours each Thursday. Count them: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven HOURS! I may have to stab my eye balls out. Who can sit for that long? As you can tell I am sad that I had to drop my class but I am extremely sad that I had to drop it for a seven hour classroom management class.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the world:</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Twins Marry</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2lT-VR7ra0MALqUPvoo8Volh0171ymWVDsrVt5UwKY5M4Y5hYsg069E-JZmURSrG-6bf0VZaVqZwarADxwEfUPBblrpGwzAimpa0AL2qlT8QJnwUBGiAgCOBIwSOBJah3z-OOPBstA/s1600-h/leia_luke_kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2lT-VR7ra0MALqUPvoo8Volh0171ymWVDsrVt5UwKY5M4Y5hYsg069E-JZmURSrG-6bf0VZaVqZwarADxwEfUPBblrpGwzAimpa0AL2qlT8QJnwUBGiAgCOBIwSOBJah3z-OOPBstA/s400/leia_luke_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156264074345801746" border="0" /></a>I don't know if you have heard about this but, in a nutshell....<br /><br />In Britain, twins separated at birth marry each other. They didn't know that the were siblings until after the marriage. They said that they, "met later in life and felt an inevitable attraction". Well, duh! First that makes me puke. Then after the puking, it makes me feel kinda sad for them. They think that they found their soul mate only to find out it's their brother/sister. It kinda reminds me of Star Wars (Princess Leia and Luke). For the full story click <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/01/11/twins.married/">here<br /></a></div></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-35519273570567252182007-12-19T17:12:00.000-08:002008-11-14T23:53:33.576-08:00Boyfriend for Christmas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsiWqnVIOXBJ-gJtb0DoBRoWwkbqD73REqInkzIpLlMiupRvPXG0MciKX6D3tVrfgvX6HYPP6L7vAFi218RaukFdhLwjerLP0pk3Q1Z9vbf_sM-txh-QvwAFrlrZ09pdBE0P472LzwQ/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsiWqnVIOXBJ-gJtb0DoBRoWwkbqD73REqInkzIpLlMiupRvPXG0MciKX6D3tVrfgvX6HYPP6L7vAFi218RaukFdhLwjerLP0pk3Q1Z9vbf_sM-txh-QvwAFrlrZ09pdBE0P472LzwQ/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145860134546532354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Merry Christmas to me!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >I had a goal to get A Boyfriend for Christmas this year...and guess what?! I DID!!!!!! It was official today. I am really happy about this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I was first introduced to him Monday night after FHE by Kirsten. I knew it was love at first sight. He is very handsome. His name is Ryan Hughes. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">He's romantic and OH so Cheezy. You can find him on the Hallmark channel frequently. It's sort of sudden, but it's going so well, I am taking him to Mexico to </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">meet the family!!<br /><br /> If you want to know more about my Boyfriend for Christmas just follow this </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385567/">link</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> . </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-43051404452997301482007-12-18T21:20:00.000-08:002007-12-18T22:11:30.571-08:00Looks Like I am IT!<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">The rules:</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br />B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br />C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br /><br />It has been hard coming up with these things on demand. So I am writing the facts/habits about myself that I can think of at this moment. It may change....</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br /><br /><br />1. I can't go to sleep with out chap stick on my lips, a hydrated mouth (must have a cup of water on my night stand for those you-wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-nights-so-thirsty-you-are-about-to-die moments) and lotion on my hands. If I don't have those, I will lay there thinking about the one (s) that I don't have and won't be able to fall asleep. Once I am all situated, though, I fall asleep the second my head hits the pillow. It's a beautiful thing. I feel really bad for those of you insomniacs, I wouldn't be able to handle that!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">2. I really like to accessorize. I love matching my earrings, necklaces, shoes, purses and makeup to my outfit. It just makes it so complete. Also a little secret about completing an outfit?! Lip stick and perfume. They can make drab turn into FAB! </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br /><br />3. I love to TRAVEL. It's great to see new things, experience new cultures, and have a change of the normal routine. Mostly I love it to run away from problems/stress/uncomfortable situations. It's a terrible habit, I know! But, when life gets lame I like to book it! (literally) Leaving town is my favorite things to do when there is some turbulence in my life. It can be on a trip to the mountains, down to Tucson, home to UT, or to a far away land. Any of those will do. I come back feeling refreshed and more able to handle the stressors of life.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">4. My life is great. I have a great job, I am surrounded by great people, I have so much freedom, I have extra time and money on my hands, and I have SO many opportunities to do amazing things. Life is great!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">5. I think that I am turning into a neat freak. My bed has to be made everyday, my car can't be dirty, everything has a place (it may not make sense to anyone else---but I know where it's place is) and it bugs me when people move it out of it's place, I love vacuum lines on the carpet, my towels can't be crooked (anyone seen Sleeping with the Enemy?) etc. I clean other people's houses when I visit (right, Mom?). I am sure that I could list other neat freakish things...but those are just a few.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">6. I love water. I love drinking it (sometimes a lot of it). I love swimming in it; oceans, lakes, rivers (especially if it is clear). I like playing in it when it is frozen (skiing, sledding, crunching on it while walking on a sidewalk). I like relaxing in it (HOT tub) or while listening to it (river, ocean surf). Love the H2O.<br /><br />Ok these people are tagged.... Heidi, Kim, Carmen, Naomi, Rachel, Andrea. Have FUN!<br /></span>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-25640561999342478232007-12-09T20:44:00.000-08:002008-11-14T23:53:33.943-08:00Knee How Ma?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEadMuVsv-ocvC6slBgsMaecbufojzsn4uuMo1aGdkLWZ8hh98ClHu3mpHgouwhcD1i1iCQg6g_OvczHcDTd0LuhgdDzkHRP6P7Wd_sehmj9T1CyTUA5c3brxt7T1BqUAhddsCDiDdeA/s1600-h/chinesecharacter.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEadMuVsv-ocvC6slBgsMaecbufojzsn4uuMo1aGdkLWZ8hh98ClHu3mpHgouwhcD1i1iCQg6g_OvczHcDTd0LuhgdDzkHRP6P7Wd_sehmj9T1CyTUA5c3brxt7T1BqUAhddsCDiDdeA/s320/chinesecharacter.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142202873042741570" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe it's the extra time on my hands (still no calling--hehe). Maybe it's because I have wanted to since living in Taiwan. Maybe it's to help me get around when I am in China this summer. Maybe it's motivation to get me to China this summer. Maybe it's because I want to serve a mission there someday. But, whatever the reason....I decided to register for a Conversational Chinese class at the local community college for the upcoming semester. Am I crazy?!? Maybe. Especially since I still have never been successful at saying my Chinese name correctly (Chung Mei Ling). The tone thing is super hard!!! Regardless, I am really excited about my class! <br /><br />Those of you that speak Chinese will have to tutor me.....Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5148665252853026416.post-57144466961400454412007-12-04T16:18:00.000-08:002008-11-14T23:53:34.094-08:00Bittersweet but mostly Bitter.<div> </div> <div>I was released from being the Relief Society President on Sunday. When I was called 17 months ago... I was VERY overwhelmed. My ONLY previous experience in RS was on a committee for a few short months. So how was I supposed to know the ins and outs of the RS? Well, the Lord definitely qualifies those who He calls! He helped me figure it out. It was bittersweet to see it end (mostly bitter, surprisingly). I really enjoyed my calling. I am sure that there are great things in store for my next calling. I am hoping to be called as "security" for our MENrichment activities. (These are enrichment activities put on by the Elders Quorum). :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0RbhAdb-eZ0kG4YufizZ45AIRyGTqrvBL-CTm-dMSd47HhACni_ZqmwUa517K7JHQPnd0GGXGDbSVk8jUPee3UFEWJS-7kw1O-mhml543xnwBbfXPJs9o_58z2ceSj9Izf_zjNxJnw/s1600-h/reindeer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0RbhAdb-eZ0kG4YufizZ45AIRyGTqrvBL-CTm-dMSd47HhACni_ZqmwUa517K7JHQPnd0GGXGDbSVk8jUPee3UFEWJS-7kw1O-mhml543xnwBbfXPJs9o_58z2ceSj9Izf_zjNxJnw/s320/reindeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140277033626762802" border="0" /></a> </div> <div> </div> <div>On a lighter, <b>much</b> lighter, note.... I was offered DEER liver this morning by one of my students. Which is disgusting ANYWAY. Who eats deer liver?! It was more disgusting because it was offered at 8 am. Who eats deer liver for breakfast?! AND to top it all off...I have been really sick to my stomach the past couple of days. My diet has mostly consisted of saltines and sprite. SO, that was something <i>I didn't need to hear</i>. I almost tossed my cookies right on my student. It didn't help my nausea, that's for sure! Another very VERY bitter moment. </div>Jennicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537000255887540034noreply@blogger.com11