<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326</id><updated>2012-02-13T19:55:51.244-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Bloggy Friendships'/><category term='Ornament Exchange'/><category term='Politics aren&apos;t for me'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='St Jude'/><category term='My Favorite Things'/><category term='I am sometimes a dork'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Seriously?'/><category term='Waiting To Exhale Wednesday'/><category term='I Heart Disney'/><category term='Jess All Over America'/><category term='Jess&apos; Views on Mindless Entertainment'/><category term='Heidi In Florida'/><category term='&quot;The&quot; Guy'/><category term='Famous People I&apos;ve Met'/><category term='Busch Gardens'/><category term='30 Day Blog Challenge'/><category term='family'/><category term='Good Girl/All-American Girl/Girl Next Door'/><category term='Work'/><category term='I will eventually be hawt'/><category term='Universal'/><category term='Flip Flop Summer Swap'/><category term='30 Day Song Challenge'/><category term='Pray please'/><category term='Attempts to eat healthy'/><title type='text'>All-American Jess</title><subtitle type='html'>Join an everyday girl as she works to build her own extraordinary life... and, tries not to live up to her "All-American" status.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>595</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-1612684137937878260</id><published>2012-02-13T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:58:19.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monday Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brittsbeat.com/"&gt;Britt&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www,dudeandsweets,com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; have cleverly changed Messy Mom Monday into The Monday Real! Head over and link up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-msugl95PU/TzkkUCTXhQI/AAAAAAAAEWo/-V8Pg0lPDNg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-msugl95PU/TzkkUCTXhQI/AAAAAAAAEWo/-V8Pg0lPDNg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being Real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what this is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So often in life, we put a smile on our face and paint a rosy picture of what life is for us. While it may be the best part of us, it isn't always the most real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, who wants to tell everyone just how much we're struggling? Better yet, when we look back on our FB pages or our blogs or our Twitter feeds, who wants to necessarily remember just how tough things were?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We, women, we don't like to admit our weaknesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few days ago, one of my friends and coworkers told me that she and her husband were talking about me earlier in the week. She has come from several different markets, some small and a couple very large, so she's seen quite a bit in the business. Apparently, she and her husband were comparing her last Promotions Director to me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Over at W---, she had two stations and an entire support staff. She had a full-time Promotions Asst, plus about 20 part-timers to go out to events. And, she was a MESS. I was telling P that you have four stations and NO help. Yet, you always have your S**T together."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have my "stuff" together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As flattered as I was, I started laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, I so do not.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, I may pull it off, in the end. I've always been the type that will write a paper about six hours before it's due (overnight) and manage to get an A. Or, the type to do a presentation on the fly and get great remarks. Or, the type that can BS my way through a business meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, I'm really great at pulling things right out of my butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a great skill to have, but it is stressful. Because, as I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to keep all the balls in the air, other things suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, my diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, my overall health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, my personal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact is, I'm single with no kids. So, it should be easy. I can just hear all the Mommas out there, reading this, and yelling at their computers, &lt;i&gt;"Ha! You think you have problems?! You think you don't have time to sleep or keep order? Just wait until you have a husband and children, girly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, the other fact is that I'm currently married to my job and I nurture it like I would a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night, the following was posted to my Twitter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In case anyone is wondering why I am still single, it is 7:30 on a Friday night and I just left work. :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That, is real, folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-1612684137937878260?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1612684137937878260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=1612684137937878260&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1612684137937878260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1612684137937878260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/02/monday-real.html' title='The Monday Real'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M-msugl95PU/TzkkUCTXhQI/AAAAAAAAEWo/-V8Pg0lPDNg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-8300607442399771483</id><published>2012-02-09T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:43:21.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ I am in a serious blogging/commenting funk. I have half written posts in my draft folder. I have a list of posts that I want/need to start. Yet, when I sit down at night to write, I just stare at a blank screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ I never thought I'd enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/blueeyes825"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; as much as I do. Had I known how much fun everyone was having, I would have joined earlier, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ There are several things going on in my head, right now. Just a lot going on. Which I want to get out, but don't really want to put on a public blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Busy. That is my life, right now. My car hasn't been washed in weeks (which I've been really good about doing since I got the car), all of my spaces are cluttered and dusty, and I am so worn out at the end of the day that I have to force myself to get up early just to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm being a whining weiner. I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Next week is our Radiothon. And, while I'm so excited, I also am unprepared in a lot of ways. I need to shut myself up in my office and refuse to talk to anyone until I get my stuff for this Radiothon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Next week is also Singles' Awareness Day. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ However, I still want to see 'The Vow.' Because despite the fact I get grumpy on Valentine's Day, I actually am a hopeless romantic who loves sappy movies like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8300607442399771483?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8300607442399771483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8300607442399771483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8300607442399771483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8300607442399771483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/02/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3282719157433449966</id><published>2012-02-03T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:42:24.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Us Your Single Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelly over at &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2012/02/show-us-your-life-show-us-your-singles.html"&gt;Kelly's Korner﻿&lt;/a&gt; is doing her "Show Us Your Life - Singles Version" again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She has done this several times and as I've done the EH thing (wasn't a fan), I figure this will be the closest thing I'll ever get to internet dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp_t7-qIZiY/TyyoExaMGEI/AAAAAAAAETU/oqiXwnSPmic/s1600/374651_2814088910846_1217510229_3286765_2059165786_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp_t7-qIZiY/TyyoExaMGEI/AAAAAAAAETU/oqiXwnSPmic/s320/374651_2814088910846_1217510229_3286765_2059165786_n.jpg" width="229px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzbtJCu48SY/TyynRGTMXJI/AAAAAAAAETM/0YDxz0avbVk/s1600/Dec+2011+and+Jan+2012+038a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FzbtJCu48SY/TyynRGTMXJI/AAAAAAAAETM/0YDxz0avbVk/s320/Dec+2011+and+Jan+2012+038a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Jess. Nice to meet you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I am not related&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;(nor do I actually know) Martina McBride. I just happened to meet her a month ago and liked the picture, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick stats:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born and raised in Central Florida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Promotions Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Single, never married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things you should know:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Jesus. I've always been raised in the church and went to a private, Christian school for 13 years. While I've been a Christian since a small child, I've grown more in my faith in the past two years than ever before. If you ever want to chat about the ways I've grown or what I believe, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I *heart* Disney. As a native Central Floridian, I am well-versed in theme parks and I fully fall on the Disney side of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my family and my friends. I've been blessed with some great people in my life who keep me grounded and love me for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm known for being sweet and mild.......... and for being Miss Mary Sunshine. That can be true, but I also can be feisty, with a love of well-placed sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children are a passion of mine. I eventually want a small herd of my own :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Jude Children's Research Hospital is my absolute favorite. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Christian man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A guy with a great sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A guy who loves children and wants to be a father, someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Southern gentleman............. or, is at least willing to travel below the Mason-Dixon line so I can visit home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone who isn't too serious.......... I love life, but can sometimes be too serious. I need someone that lightens me up, a little, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, just because this has come up, recently........... smokers and chewers need not apply, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're interested or know someone who you think would be, feel free to leave a comment or &lt;a href="mailto:allamericanjess@gmail.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3282719157433449966?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3282719157433449966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3282719157433449966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3282719157433449966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3282719157433449966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/02/show-us-your-single-life.html' title='Show Us Your Single Life'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp_t7-qIZiY/TyyoExaMGEI/AAAAAAAAETU/oqiXwnSPmic/s72-c/374651_2814088910846_1217510229_3286765_2059165786_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5756500704982496196</id><published>2012-01-30T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:38:00.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray please'/><title type='text'>Running Into Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how when you're a kid and you get hurt or sad, you would just run into your mommy's arms and suddenly everything would be ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, to this day, sometimes I need a hug from my mom, when I am sick or sad.﻿ Sadly, though, the feeling of &lt;em&gt;"Everything will be alright"&lt;/em&gt; isn't quite the same. I guess it's because we know too much, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the end of last week (Thurs-Sat) was something of a nightmare, work-wise. There were some good points, but overall, I really wished I'd been somewhere else. Saturday night, when I was finally done with&amp;nbsp;this event, I had a migraine. Like, my vision was starting to blur on my drive home, migraine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS - I have only gotten about five migraines in my entire life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good dose of meds that knocked me out took care of it and I awoke yesterday morning with a clear head, but the things that led up to it were just awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many times throughout the event, I felt like running away. Just throwing my hands up, getting into my car, and leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept wishing for a bear hug. One that would make all the bad stuff go away. Where I'd feel safe and calm and not so frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, yesterday morning, I went to church. We sang the first couple songs and then we started one that we haven't done in a while. I've always liked it before, but it hit me differently this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The chorus goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I'm running to Your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running to Your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The riches of Your love will always be enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing compares to Your embrace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light of the world, forever reign.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually started to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we were singing was what I was exactly the feeling I was looking for, all weekend long. I wanted to run into arms. To be embraced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, singing it at church, that is what I found myself doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to throw myself down and bawl, honestly. Out of relief and regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relief that I had been reminded what I &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regret because I let myself forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I didn't get into these patterns. Where I'll remember things and get a renewed spirit about something.... and then eventually, I let the fire die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can be applied to just about everything, but most of all, my relationship with Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me be clear..... my faith never wavers. That is never an issue I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. My problem is that I try to take things upon myself and don't let Him have the control. Or, I don't go to Him when I'm frustrated.... annoyed.... or stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wouldn't it be easier if we could just let ourselves run into His arms, everyday, all day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5756500704982496196?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5756500704982496196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5756500704982496196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5756500704982496196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5756500704982496196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/running-into-arms.html' title='Running Into Arms'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-4253114502164988339</id><published>2012-01-26T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:48:00.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2011: Building Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Over the next week or so, I'll be recapping the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Out of order, somewhat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you know me, you know that this is slightly painful. I like things in chronological order. When I print pictures, I like them to stay in the order they were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I have lots of fun things from the Fall and Christmas to share, but I'm probably going to be sharing them out of order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully, we will all live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Megan and Bryan visited for almost two weeks and one of the things my mom wanted to do was build Gingerbread Houses. It was something that was also on my Bucket List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;However, the chosen day was one where I had made plans to celebrate a friend's birthday with mani/pedis and dinner. I'd also just gotten off of work to start my vacation (Dec 21).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I came home, they were half in progress............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Megan and Patty were doing a pretty good job!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgL21Po3XnY/TwZTTrKvfTI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/jBmlAp69MH0/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgL21Po3XnY/TwZTTrKvfTI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/jBmlAp69MH0/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+003.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poor Mom........... Construction is not in her future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haXsC0B_i20/TwZTVWo5KPI/AAAAAAAAEMY/BQpSDnsdvYM/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haXsC0B_i20/TwZTVWo5KPI/AAAAAAAAEMY/BQpSDnsdvYM/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+005.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Megan was intent on making it work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfHvR4qL3NI/TwZTWp3dciI/AAAAAAAAEMg/hlvzXfkZCcs/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfHvR4qL3NI/TwZTWp3dciI/AAAAAAAAEMg/hlvzXfkZCcs/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+007.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I wasn't there for the whole time, we all had such a great time sitting at the kitchen table. We laughed and laughed.... ate candy.... and made fun of one another's efforts, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqYgXPPzQeU/TwZTX8AVgRI/AAAAAAAAEMo/ZH2EQKKHtwo/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqYgXPPzQeU/TwZTX8AVgRI/AAAAAAAAEMo/ZH2EQKKHtwo/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+008.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_EYJ6tEBvg/TwZTfcu7sII/AAAAAAAAEMw/PMC_fQr2kfk/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_EYJ6tEBvg/TwZTfcu7sII/AAAAAAAAEMw/PMC_fQr2kfk/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+010.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SamYdAcA6gM/TwZTkDKRXmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/38ZeIzYzBS4/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SamYdAcA6gM/TwZTkDKRXmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/38ZeIzYzBS4/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+029.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lpCjfV5Yz4/TwZTliaCSpI/AAAAAAAAENE/oRxqy7WIWoM/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lpCjfV5Yz4/TwZTliaCSpI/AAAAAAAAENE/oRxqy7WIWoM/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+026.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got in the action by creating a resident of said houses...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGCUYR9BBto/TwZTm2v4rvI/AAAAAAAAENM/oy9JT0cA0YE/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGCUYR9BBto/TwZTm2v4rvI/AAAAAAAAENM/oy9JT0cA0YE/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+004.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OS7BaosRxo/TwZTn518YQI/AAAAAAAAENU/a7KQRXe8JrQ/s1600/Gingerbread+Houses+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OS7BaosRxo/TwZTn518YQI/AAAAAAAAENU/a7KQRXe8JrQ/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+011.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-4253114502164988339?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4253114502164988339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=4253114502164988339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4253114502164988339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4253114502164988339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011-building-houses.html' title='Christmas 2011: Building Houses'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgL21Po3XnY/TwZTTrKvfTI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/jBmlAp69MH0/s72-c/Gingerbread+Houses+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-802742873703130503</id><published>2012-01-24T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:07:10.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Of Sass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember my birthday back in August?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly, you all have that glorious date marked in your calendars, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, shortly after my birthday, I posted on FB that "28 may be the year of sass" for me. Several people found it to be cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, came 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is, most definitely, shaping up to be a Sassy Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I do not know what has gotten into me, but I've become blunt and honest and downright.... well, Sassy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're looking at... or reading the blog of.... the girl who NEVER sassed, as a child. In fact, I can count on one hand the amount of times that I semi-sassed my mom in 18 years of living. And, I got in trouble for even semi-sassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this is foreign ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I am apparently embracing it. And, other people around me are both shaking their heads in disbelief and chuckling in amusement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I need is a new pair of high heels, sunglasses, and some fun music to accompany me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-802742873703130503?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/802742873703130503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=802742873703130503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/802742873703130503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/802742873703130503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-of-sass.html' title='The Year Of Sass'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-8491221435108363527</id><published>2012-01-18T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:25:00.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am sometimes a dork'/><title type='text'>Open Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are 28. You are not a 14 year old boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about obeying the great cleansing process I put you through&amp;nbsp;and clearing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired of gross skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there any way that I could multiply you? Like, for every minute, it feels like three?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so glad that business is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, if there is anyway that you could stop being so crazy before the beginning of June, I'd appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need An Asst.... Or A Raise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Siri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proud IPhone 4S Owner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear FD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't talking to you. Then, I drank a bit of wine over the weekend and I stopped caring that I was mad at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hence, the texts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You aren't off the hook, just yet. You'd be wise to remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wine Is Your Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Rear End,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to kick you into shape, if it's the last thing I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smaller Size Wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Stomach and Waist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk to your neighbor downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking No Prisoners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8491221435108363527?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8491221435108363527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8491221435108363527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8491221435108363527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8491221435108363527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/open-letters.html' title='Open Letters'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-6455866141702202112</id><published>2012-01-17T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:16:00.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Jude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray please'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just got back from another amazing trip to &lt;a href="http://www.stjude.org/"&gt;St. Jude﻿&lt;/a&gt;. Expect a recap of the weekend, sometime this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I come back from the trip, I come back with a renewed look on life. It usually lasts until just after our Radiothon. It is a feeling that I wish I could make last the rest of the 11 months of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Generally speaking, I am pretty conservative. I try to be polite and considerate. I tend to play things safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't always speak my mind because &lt;em&gt;I don't want to hurt anyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't act because &lt;em&gt;I don't want to regret&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I meet these kids. These amazing, beautiful kids. That are facing so much. That have so much hope.... so much LIFE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I want to kick myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, I listened to the story of&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Luttrell"&gt; Marcus Luttrell&lt;/a&gt;. He is the lone survivor of Operation Redwing. He listened to his best friend in the entire world be killed and couldn't do anything about it. He faced members of the Taliban by himself. He crawled 7 miles while most of his major bones were broken to find some semblance of safety. He lives with the realization that 16 other people on his team died.... and that multiple others died trying to rescue him. Then, he got well and went out to protect our country again. The man had a room of over 1000 people completely spellbound for 90 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard his story and I met these kids.... and, I get so mad at myself for taking my own healthy, safe life for granted. I get so mad for worrying so much that I don't speak up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I tend to use this month or so to take the bull by the horns. Even if it's fleeting, I try to make the most of my "newfound" (or regained) attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I did a couple years ago, I am taking this opportunity to take some scary steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-6455866141702202112?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6455866141702202112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=6455866141702202112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6455866141702202112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6455866141702202112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-9030993681854625728</id><published>2012-01-06T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:22:23.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess&apos; Views on Mindless Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Friday Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we've made it through the first week of 2012. How is it going for everyone, so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I have some thoughts that I just had to share with you all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt; was at its best, last night. Truly an amazing episode. The show is a show that I've consistently loved its entire run. Shoot, I decided I would probably love it when the promos came out before it even aired.... and, I was right. Oh, there were things I've hated (ie, pretty much everything about Izzie that didn't have to do with her loving Alex) throughout the years. But, I kept watching. Because, of episodes like last night. The writers of that show have more respect for its history than any other show out there, imo. It probably helps that I've listened to their podcast for years, but I *know* that they purposefully remember things to pay homage to it's history and the fans that have watched every episode. They also have a knack for being able to insert the snarkiest and most real humor into the most critical situations. I love it because I'm like that.... something horrible will be happening and the most random (or inappropriate) thing will pop into my head. So, yes, last night was a great night to be a &lt;i&gt;Grey's&lt;/i&gt; fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am SO in between sizes, right now. As in, one size is falling off of me most times and the other size is squeezing me most times. At this point, after the holidays, the size of pants that I wear one day is directly affected by my salt intake the day before. Today? Today is a day that most definitely follows a day of too much salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love English muffins. More specifically, my Light Whole Grain English muffins. I learned this morning that I prefer them toasted. They are ok without being toasted, but something about toasting them makes them so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a patient person. However, I'm waiting on a piece of news that is absolutely killing me to wait on. I was told on Tuesday that it would be two days. Now, it's Friday. I. want. an. answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really need to de-Christmas my blog. But, I've been too lazy to redo it. So, we'll just keep the Christmas tree up a little bit longer. Hopefully, I'll have time/initiative to do it, this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let's &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/fill-in-blank-friday.html"&gt;Fill in the Blanks&lt;/a&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/fill-in-blank-friday.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqkgqhhj7vE/TwcJQ6BspuI/AAAAAAAAENc/2lK-du7uc3A/s320/PS_214748364721474836472147483647_222147483647.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of my favorite things to do when I have free time is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;read. I love to read and can lose myself in books.... which is why I don't have time to do it, very often.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I have free time I tend to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;an absolute laze. It's sad. Every now and then, when I've felt I've gotten enough lazy bones time, I'll get in a productive mood, but it's rare. I'm so busy all the time.... when I have free time I want to do only frivolous things.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I had an entire day completely to myself I would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;sleep in a little. Wake-up and watch recorded programs or Live with Kelly (I still like her, even without Regis). Go out to eat lunch.... &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; go to the gym... either read or go see a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would prefer to spend my free time (alone or with others...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;a little of both. During my vacation, I spend a good majority of my time catching up with friends and spending time with family. It was GREAT, but it was exhausting.... I don't think I've ever spent that much of my vacation in a car, lol. By last Friday, I was ready to do nothing and just be alone. So, I spent the whole day reading "Catching Fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most of my free time happens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;on the weekend, if at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The best thing about free time is&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;that you can be productive or you can do nothing. You don't have a schedule or a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The next time I have free time I should probably&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;organize my living space&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but instead, I'll probably &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;catch up on recorded programs, go to Disney, or read a book, lol.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-9030993681854625728?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/9030993681854625728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=9030993681854625728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/9030993681854625728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/9030993681854625728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-tidbits.html' title='Friday Tidbits'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqkgqhhj7vE/TwcJQ6BspuI/AAAAAAAAENc/2lK-du7uc3A/s72-c/PS_214748364721474836472147483647_222147483647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-8715426034362033809</id><published>2012-01-03T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:59:49.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At Work...... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my job. But, boy, did I love those 12 days off. They ended WAY too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, it has been a surprisingly easy day. Very low-key. It helps that our typical meetings for the day got postponed, so I've been able to leisurely catch up on emails, etc, instead of rushing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's been sort of bipolar........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's currently 41 DEGREES outside at 11:50am. In Florida. So, what does my office building do? Turns on the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Thankfully, I am prepared for the one person who complains about it being stuffy (thus the air being turned on) and I have a space heater going on in my office. Everyone else may be freezing, but I'm warm and toasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FD decides today is a great day to piss me off. Which he started to do last Wednesday and just put the final nail in the coffin this morning. I have a lot of things to say to him on the subject, but when I talk to him, I'm too mad (blood boiling mad) to say anything. So, I give him one-word responses. While he calls me "Sweetie" and tells me how disappointed he is and how he wishes things could be different. Only, I don't giggle or tell him it's ok or tell him that I know he wishes it could be different. Because I don't buy it. If he wanted things to be different, they would be different. He does this crap too much for me to buy it. What he doesn't know (and hopefully, I'll eventually be able to tell him) is that he's done some pretty major damage with this latest stunt........ both in a professional sense and a personal sense, where I'm concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Then, I got some awesome news from a friend. Like, I was almost crying tears of joy with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See? Bipolar. We'll see what the second half of the day brings, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8715426034362033809?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8715426034362033809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8715426034362033809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8715426034362033809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8715426034362033809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-at-work.html' title='Back At Work...... :('/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-46221963498665934</id><published>2012-01-01T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:46:56.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The&quot; Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will eventually be hawt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>In with a New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGGLchaYmBw/TwCXWtt6r2I/AAAAAAAAEI8/gAbiml12sFg/s1600/happy+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGGLchaYmBw/TwCXWtt6r2I/AAAAAAAAEI8/gAbiml12sFg/s320/happy+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had a safe and Happy New Year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Myself? I spent my evening at home, celebrating my brother's 19th birthday (it's kind of sweet that his friends like us enough to spend NYE with us) and playing with my new BFF, Siri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I spent a couple hours texting my awesome twin &lt;a href="http://ficklewhitewoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marianne&lt;/a&gt;. Which was great, because not only has it been forever, but it was probably one of the funniest conversations known to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anywhoodle.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So far in 2012, I've read over 100 pages of the third book in The Hunger Games &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(um, I read the entire second book on Friday. Can we say addicted?),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; drank two cups of coffee w/ creamer, logged my points for the two cups of coffee w/ creamer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(*sigh* Hi, WW),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; watched church online &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(according to my pastor, I'm still good people for watching online, but the super people were actually there in person),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and spent 45 mins IMing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yes, IMing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with TG &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yes, TG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after he started it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(*sigh*.... you'll be proud of me for being the one to finally end the conversation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what else do I have planned for the brand-spanking new 2012?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My immediate plans include finishing my book, heading to the mall in hopes of finding the planner I want that can't be found on my side of town, and potentially tiding up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I'll look onto bigger things.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My annual trip to St. Jude :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recapping the last quarter of 2011 and letting you in on the first quarter of 2012 as it happens. I want to get back into a blogging groove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping up with my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;birthday goals&lt;/a&gt;.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couch to 5K. I started it last Fall...... faltered..... slightly picked it back up..... then dropped it completely. Well, Siri and I have other plans for this year. My C25K app is installed. I have new running shoes purchased with my Kohls cash and some Christmas money. &lt;strong&gt;I'm ready.&lt;/strong&gt; This needs to be the year of &lt;strike&gt;not walking&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;jogging&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;whining about it&lt;/strike&gt;,&amp;nbsp;RUNNING. You hear me? I will run. I will. No, really, &lt;u&gt;I will&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beyond that, I'm not really sure where 2012 will take me. There are all these FB statuses about how 2012 feels like "the best year YET." And, while I admire the optimism, I don't really share it. I mean, I'm not hoping for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; year. I just don't know where it will lead. At all, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, for the first time in my life, I'm perfectly ok with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year, Everyone!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-46221963498665934?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/46221963498665934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=46221963498665934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/46221963498665934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/46221963498665934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-with-new-year.html' title='In with a New Year....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGGLchaYmBw/TwCXWtt6r2I/AAAAAAAAEI8/gAbiml12sFg/s72-c/happy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-7886971460200285233</id><published>2011-12-31T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:44:35.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Gone......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zsa1-gAB4U/Tv8z6yUvfyI/AAAAAAAAEIw/d2RxNRvwzfM/s1600/Goodbye-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zsa1-gAB4U/Tv8z6yUvfyI/AAAAAAAAEIw/d2RxNRvwzfM/s1600/Goodbye-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly don't know what happened to 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, seeing as I have a lot of memories to record from 2011....... I'm not completely saying goodbye. I'll be revisiting the last quarter of it for a bit longer as I recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless, another year is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I was going through my blog from this year, I realized a couple things....... 1) I posted a lot less this year than in 2010 and 2) 2011 was a lot less dramatic that 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ok with 2, but not so much 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year has been pretty good. Slightly uneventful (with the exception of a few points), but fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to read 12 books this year. I know I read over 12 books, but I also know they weren't all the books I originally planned to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I wanted to free myself from some emotional ties with the male species. I have in a lot of ways and not in others. If you pay attention to me on Twitter, at all, you know that just a couple days ago, I was pissed at a certain FD. I still am ticked, but more resigned to trying to remember what I knew this time last year. Things with TG are in a good place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I lost 20lbs in 2011. That's a good thing. I started WW and (with the exception of the holidays) have done well with it. Reading as many blogs as I do, 20 lbs doesn't seem like a lot. Then, I remember that I've been consistently losing weight for six years, now. I've lost just over 100 lbs. It's slow, but it's loss. I've had to remind myself that my body is soooooo used to losing weight that I probably won't have huge losses from week to week or month to month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Something that I never said or posted was that I wanted to tithe the entire year. And, I did it!! I am not good at giving up money. I stress a lot about money, so the idea of just handing over 10% of what I earn has the potential to send me into a panic. But, I did it and plan on doing it in 2012, too. It's what God calls me to do, so I'll do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2011 was a year of just putting my nose down and doing it. I didn't have a ton of lofty goals. Any goals I had were more practical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been good knowing you, 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-7886971460200285233?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7886971460200285233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=7886971460200285233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7886971460200285233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7886971460200285233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-gone.html' title='Another Year Gone......'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zsa1-gAB4U/Tv8z6yUvfyI/AAAAAAAAEIw/d2RxNRvwzfM/s72-c/Goodbye-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-6007270964086960269</id><published>2011-12-25T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:40:43.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, Everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing you an amazing day, filled with family, love, and lots of laughter!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-6007270964086960269?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6007270964086960269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=6007270964086960269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6007270964086960269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6007270964086960269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas, Everyone!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3142438606753623023</id><published>2011-12-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:53:11.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Our Phones Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.savanahsmiles.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sites.google.com/site/makesavanahsmile/files/iphonefun2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a few pictures in my phone that I thought I'd dump on this ole blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A coworker that likes to hunt made this chili and brought it into work. You can see from the little sign I made how I felt about it, lol.........&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4WZpsJ5GX4/Tu-S4hFrJUI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6EE-jQoA3x8/s1600/1130011127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4WZpsJ5GX4/Tu-S4hFrJUI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6EE-jQoA3x8/s320/1130011127.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year, my church puts on this HUGE community event for Christmas. They have a walk-through with all these lights and characters and then they have a walk through Bethlehem. It's two weekends long and over 30,000 people come through each year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buddy the Elf......... This guy is SPOT. ON.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoBfv_H4R0s/Tu-S5F1N98I/AAAAAAAAEHA/AySQz-_QmmQ/s1600/1210011920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoBfv_H4R0s/Tu-S5F1N98I/AAAAAAAAEHA/AySQz-_QmmQ/s320/1210011920.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lydia loves the event. So much, in fact, that she was brought 5 out of the 6 nights just because it keeps her entertained for so long, lol. She makes personal friends with all the characters, lol.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds71ufr4Y-g/Tu-UyKIU6NI/AAAAAAAAEHg/C5O4SvdKnRM/s1600/1204012037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds71ufr4Y-g/Tu-UyKIU6NI/AAAAAAAAEHg/C5O4SvdKnRM/s320/1204012037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIvvMWcRxC0/Tu-UykAKDQI/AAAAAAAAEHo/fsazIORDQcg/s1600/1204012058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIvvMWcRxC0/Tu-UykAKDQI/AAAAAAAAEHo/fsazIORDQcg/s320/1204012058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each year, I choreograph a scene. This year was Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks. The Chipettes were dancers and did these cute little numbers. The last night, ALL the Chipettes on duty (they had shifts of three) got on stage with their admirers for a Grand Finale!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkhvG9VTHrw/Tu-S588foXI/AAAAAAAAEHI/M2zTW8Oi8BY/s1600/1211012047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkhvG9VTHrw/Tu-S588foXI/AAAAAAAAEHI/M2zTW8Oi8BY/s320/1211012047.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gratuitous Lydia Picture.......... Heaven help my blog when I actually have kids of my OWN.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqPIN-LVWuA/Tu-S686uWGI/AAAAAAAAEHY/Q-yyBl9rPCU/s1600/IMG955084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqPIN-LVWuA/Tu-S686uWGI/AAAAAAAAEHY/Q-yyBl9rPCU/s320/IMG955084.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On a totally different note........ This was an actual shirt that was walking through the mall on Saturday. I *had* to take a picture because I didn't think anyone would believe me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, that is, in fact, a woman wearing it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cwsu_biZ0g/Tu-S6WLRXCI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/fijD6lhuq0Q/s1600/1217011559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cwsu_biZ0g/Tu-S6WLRXCI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/fijD6lhuq0Q/s400/1217011559.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3142438606753623023?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3142438606753623023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3142438606753623023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3142438606753623023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3142438606753623023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/fun-with-our-phones-monday.html' title='Fun With Our Phones Monday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4WZpsJ5GX4/Tu-S4hFrJUI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6EE-jQoA3x8/s72-c/1130011127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3331700670332147896</id><published>2011-12-14T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:37:32.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2011 (well, one of them, anyway)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://walkwithmebyfaith.blogspot.com/2011/12/w-elcome-to-fourth-annual-christmas.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTQ_nytX0L8/TujAn7-W5BI/AAAAAAAAEGk/HKj5AQz7TFk/s320/christmascardbutton%252711.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So many of my favorite Bloggers have been sharing their Christmas Cards this morning! It's been so fun to see that I had to join in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can hop on the &lt;a href="http://walkwithmebyfaith.blogspot.com/2011/12/w-elcome-to-fourth-annual-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Card Carousel&lt;/a&gt;, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again. When it comes to Christmas Cards, I'm a bit indecisive. There are way too many cards to choose from and too many personalities to whom I'm sending cards. So, I tend to choose 2 or 3 cards, each year&lt;i&gt; (hint.... the Shutterfly promotion that gives us lucky Bloggers 25 free cards does allow you do do this. It doesn't have to be 25 of the same card)&lt;/i&gt;. Then, because I'm single with no kids or pets, I tend to make individual cards for people with whom I have a picture during that calendar year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho........ Here's one of the cards I'll be sending out this year! &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Nope, still haven't sent them out)&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2sJjizFPgE/TujApZJbrgI/AAAAAAAAEGs/VzIzpOyIP68/s1600/Christmas+Card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2sJjizFPgE/TujApZJbrgI/AAAAAAAAEGs/VzIzpOyIP68/s640/Christmas+Card.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3331700670332147896?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3331700670332147896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3331700670332147896&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3331700670332147896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3331700670332147896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-2011-well-one-of-them.html' title='Christmas Card 2011 (well, one of them, anyway)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTQ_nytX0L8/TujAn7-W5BI/AAAAAAAAEGk/HKj5AQz7TFk/s72-c/christmascardbutton%252711.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3022579533494116148</id><published>2011-12-13T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:34:42.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ornament Exchange Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="All-American Jess" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/mbdimpleslvr/OrnamentExchange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for my horrid delay in posting an Ornament Exchange reveal. At first, I just became super busy. Now, I'm having Linky problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you would like to share your ornaments, please leave the link to your post in my comments and I'll add them in my post. It's kind of the ghetto way of linking, but it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also........I promised that I would pick one participant by random draw to receive an ornament from me. That person is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therushfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Breanna!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Breanna! &lt;a href="mailto:allamericanjess@gmail.com"&gt;Email me&lt;/a&gt; your address and your ornament will be on its way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3022579533494116148?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3022579533494116148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3022579533494116148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3022579533494116148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3022579533494116148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/ornament-exchange-party.html' title='Ornament Exchange Party'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-715622177444038935</id><published>2011-12-08T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:15:36.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Florida Is Like A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fickle and can't make up it's mind on what it wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it summer and 85 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it winter and 39 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, it's both in less than 18 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it would just decide what it is for more than five minutes, I could plan/dress accordingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-715622177444038935?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/715622177444038935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=715622177444038935&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/715622177444038935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/715622177444038935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-florida-is-like-man.html' title='Why Florida Is Like A Man'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-8028576028186404105</id><published>2011-12-06T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:58:13.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Girl/All-American Girl/Girl Next Door'/><title type='text'>The Plank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a day late posting the ornament swap linky, I know. I'll get it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past week has been discombobulated. Great in some ways. Rough in others. And, as is required during this time of year, extremely busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been wrangling a post in my head for a couple days now. It's weird how that happens, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, this past weekend was Weekend #1 of a big Christmas event we do at my church. It's actually pretty awesome and I love being a part of it. I do choreography for one scene each year and I'm so proud of "my girls." They are doing such a great job, this year. Because of my work schedule and helping with Youth Group, I didn't have time to volunteer to be an Elf this year (which is why I used an elf picture from last year in my header).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday and Saturday nights were spent helping with the event. Sunday was Youth Group. We did what is called "The Plank."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Youth Pastor has this big piece of wood that he drops on the ground. It creates this loud, loud BOOM. From that point on, no one speaks unless they are on The Plank. The lights are dim, there is soft music playing, and there's a microphone, just waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, there is a question posed. Sometimes, it's just an open mic. Sunday, the question was, &lt;i&gt;"If I could have the one thing I desire most, it would be......"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, no one speaks unless they are on The Plank. What is said on The Plank, stays on The Plank. There is no judgement. No ridicule. No wrong feelings or opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an intense hour, let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because when you ask a room full of high schoolers what they desire most, their answers will floor you. They'll break your heart. They will bring you to your knees with just how real and UN-materialistic they can be.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Plank was open to leaders, too. Which is a fairly scary thing. Because, it can be difficult to admit to a room full of your peers AND the people you're supposed to be leading just how weak you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't share what others said, but I will share what I said (paraphrased)..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was raised in a Christian home, a Christian school, and a Church. None of it was perfect, but I've spent my whole life being led in a direction. And, I've spent my whole life doing what I was taught was right. Society has a plan for the majority of us....... &lt;i&gt;we go to high school, we graduate, we go to college, we graduate, we go out on our own, we fall in love, we get married, we have kids, and we live to raise them to follow that same life pattern&lt;/i&gt;. So, my whole life, I've tried to live that way. I do the things I'm supposed to do and I don't do the things I'm not supposed to do. I've gotten to the point where I have this image of what I think other people think of me and I try to uphold it. But, I spend a lot of my time wondering if I am where I'm supposed to be. I pray that I'm doing what God has planned for me.... and if I'm not, that He'll show me what I AM supposed to be doing. Because certain things AREN'T happening and I just wonder if it's because I'm doing something wrong. So, if I could have the one thing I most desire it would be the peace and the knowledge that I'm where God wants me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards, I had a girl from my small group approach me. This girl is the image of the daughter we all want. She's sweet, she's caring, she's involved........ she's an absolute doll. And, she asked if we could talk at some point. Because, she wasn't ready to talk right then, but she knew she needed to sit down and talk with me. That everything I said up there rang true for her and that she thinks she's probably a lot like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll say this...... hearing from this little girl that I admire so much that she thinks she's like me was altogether humbling, flattering, and &lt;b&gt;terrifying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is strange to be at war with yourself (which is where I'm at, right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, I have a question for you. I'd love to hear your answers, but understand if you don't want to share.........&lt;i&gt; If you could have your heart's desire, what would it be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8028576028186404105?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8028576028186404105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8028576028186404105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8028576028186404105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8028576028186404105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/12/plank.html' title='The Plank'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3912595058097430787</id><published>2011-11-30T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:14:45.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..... around this ole blog o' mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not much, but I designed it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I'm the type of person that can see someone do something creative and want to do it myself. So, I'll spend hours and HOURS trying to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my previous design by Krystyn of &lt;a href="http://krizzydesigns.com/"&gt;Krizzy Designs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I've had for about two years now&amp;nbsp;and will probably go back to it. However, I wanted something fun and Christmasy and my own.﻿ And, well, free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I labored and researched and tested until I got this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of thanks to some peeps/sites that either gave me info I needed, offered moral support, or answered a specific question......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlewomanlittlehome.com/"&gt;Lil Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kevinandamanda.com/"&gt;http://www.kevinandamanda.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourblogtemplates.com/2007/06/body-section-of-blogger-template-code.html"&gt;Our Blogger Template&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3912595058097430787?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3912595058097430787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3912595058097430787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3912595058097430787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3912595058097430787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas.....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-63998972884247204</id><published>2011-11-28T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:06:39.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Social Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Have you ever gone to a blog or FB profile that you haven't checked out in a while, only to be BLOWN AWAY?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For instance.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Recently, I found out that a current FB friend (and former high school classmate) is in a relationship (as in living with and raising their child) with a man 39 years her senior. &lt;em&gt;*cuemindblown*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Just today, I found out that a couple that my parents are friends with at church have separated. I mean, their children and my brother grew up together. She and I frequently end up on neighboring treadmills. How did I not know that her husband had up and moved to another state?! &lt;em&gt;*cuemindblown*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Recently, a blog that I haven't checked out in&amp;nbsp;a while showed up in my Reader. While reading through the first page of posts, I came across a sentence that had my doing a double-take. Then, I read closer. Then, I read the previous three months of posts to figure out what I'd missed. &lt;em&gt;*cuemindblown*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I the only one that is sometimes floored by these little social networking revelations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-63998972884247204?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/63998972884247204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=63998972884247204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/63998972884247204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/63998972884247204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/only-in-social-networking.html' title='Only in Social Networking'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-4035495538779780132</id><published>2011-11-25T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:06:59.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Fill in the Blank: Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sfCNFfBhSI/TtABOmrkGJI/AAAAAAAAD-c/duaJnFwkzEw/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="310px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sfCNFfBhSI/TtABOmrkGJI/AAAAAAAAD-c/duaJnFwkzEw/s320/photo.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Black Friday!!!! You can join in over at &lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blank-friday_24.html"&gt;The Little Things We Do&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Waking up at the break of dawn to go shopping is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my idea&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;of a total tradition! And, if you're waiting until dawn, you're too late. I will say this I MUCH preferred this year.... all my typical stores opened up at 10pm or 12am. I was in bed and asleep by 2:30am. I more a night owl and early bird, so it worked perfectly. Then, later in the day, I got up and went to a few secondary stores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If I were to go shopping today I would&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;have a plan. Make that, I *did* have a plan. My friend and I were on a mission and we accomplished it in record time, lol. Any further shopping that may occur today or this weekend will be brainstorming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The best thing I ate yesterday was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;the turkey, the mac and cheese, and the Apple Sage Sausage stuffing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Something I've been learning lately is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;it's sometimes better to be candid. Lately, I've had zero patience and have been speaking my mind more often. Respectfully, but firmly. It's sometimes stressful for me to be that way, but I seem to get more accomplished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I cannot start my day without&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;making my bed and taking a shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. My nighttime attire consists of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a sports bra (yep), a tshirt, and pajama pants/shorts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I am looking forward to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;really gearing up for Christmas. It *is* the most wonderful time of the year!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-4035495538779780132?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4035495538779780132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=4035495538779780132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4035495538779780132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4035495538779780132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/fill-in-blank-black-friday.html' title='Fill in the Blank: Black Friday'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sfCNFfBhSI/TtABOmrkGJI/AAAAAAAAD-c/duaJnFwkzEw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5313875511475763865</id><published>2011-11-23T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:38:45.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Jude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ornament Exchange'/><title type='text'>Blurkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7NHluD9qYQ/Ts0DS-JcGdI/AAAAAAAAD-U/nJzbGDBpP6Y/s1600/OrnamentExchange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7NHluD9qYQ/Ts0DS-JcGdI/AAAAAAAAD-U/nJzbGDBpP6Y/s1600/OrnamentExchange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Ornament Exchangers..... Did you mail out your ornaments, yet? No? Well, here's a reminder!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll post a linky on the 5th, so you still have time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I was better at Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have an account, but am so sporadic with it. Ya'll seem to have so much fun on there everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm taking some comp time (yesterday and today) and have so enjoyed doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching "TODAY" and their doing their St Jude - Thanks &amp;amp; Giving Kick-Off. It makes me wish I were at St Jude NOW. I can't wait for seminar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit. There will be two things on my Fall Bucket List that won't be crossed off. They just won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. 11 out of 13 isn't bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys are irritating me, right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish they'd just make up their minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone know of a nice, single male that doesn't have problems making decisions? If so, please send him my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't worked out in two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which makes my planned power workout for today a bit scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amazing part is that I haven't gained anything in this two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may need to file the above under "Spoke Too Soon" after tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I puffy glittery heart the Target Lady. Her commercials make me laugh every.single.time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, after the Target Two-Day Sale is over, I miss her. It's true. Pathetic, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5313875511475763865?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5313875511475763865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5313875511475763865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5313875511475763865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5313875511475763865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/blurkeys.html' title='Blurkeys'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7NHluD9qYQ/Ts0DS-JcGdI/AAAAAAAAD-U/nJzbGDBpP6Y/s72-c/OrnamentExchange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-7229506283327188508</id><published>2011-11-21T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:08:53.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Won The Lottery....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..... the first thing I'd do would be&amp;nbsp;to hire a hairstylist to come fix my hair every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNR6pQXWFlI/TsqhkIkUb7I/AAAAAAAAD-M/W45KULkoZHw/s1600/1121011350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNR6pQXWFlI/TsqhkIkUb7I/AAAAAAAAD-M/W45KULkoZHw/s320/1121011350.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would kill to be able to do my hair this pretty, by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-7229506283327188508?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7229506283327188508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=7229506283327188508&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7229506283327188508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7229506283327188508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-won-lottery.html' title='If I Won The Lottery....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BNR6pQXWFlI/TsqhkIkUb7I/AAAAAAAAD-M/W45KULkoZHw/s72-c/1121011350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-2655484933984560297</id><published>2011-11-16T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:17:58.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have missed you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past 5-6 days have been some of the most intense and rewarding days of my career.﻿ The high (and utter exhaustion) I'm feeling right now is akin to Radiothon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of those times that I can't be really specific, but wish I could. Let's just say that a project that began with&amp;nbsp;a meeting on August 19th has been completed. It took three months of preparation, countless hours of crossing t's and dotting i's, and five days of complete stress, but it's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made friends with some of the greatest people (and listeners) you could imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No joke, my event ended with ME (yes, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;) receiving a standing ovation. I'm still stunned and humbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now? I sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-2655484933984560297?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2655484933984560297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=2655484933984560297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/2655484933984560297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/2655484933984560297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/accomplishment.html' title='Accomplishment'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5681827586419185433</id><published>2011-11-11T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:04:47.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>"A" is for Applesauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever wonder what approximately 2500 individual containers of applesauce looks like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnfsF7QYUWs/Tr3uREL8oaI/AAAAAAAAD9g/knYhRN-cq9A/s1600/downsized_1111011620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnfsF7QYUWs/Tr3uREL8oaI/AAAAAAAAD9g/knYhRN-cq9A/s320/downsized_1111011620.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, now you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This afternoon we did a drive to collect applesauce for a local charity that feeds homeless children. The kids don't have anything to eat from the time they leave school on Friday until they get back to school on Monday. So, the organization puts together little survival kits of food that allows them to get healthy, ready-to-eat food over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up with roughly 2500 individual containers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which was WAY more than we were expecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since we weren't expecting that much, I told the organziation they could pick it up on Monday. Which meant it had to go from the drive location to the station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little known fact: Ford Escapes can hold a lot of applesauce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5v6d2L5Mtc/Tr3uUMdvcPI/AAAAAAAAD9o/S9mUDOANfbU/s1600/1111011713a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5v6d2L5Mtc/Tr3uUMdvcPI/AAAAAAAAD9o/S9mUDOANfbU/s320/1111011713a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SnRotpl_3I/Tr3uWcnm67I/AAAAAAAAD9w/9SIDaHO-6Sc/s1600/1111011713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SnRotpl_3I/Tr3uWcnm67I/AAAAAAAAD9w/9SIDaHO-6Sc/s320/1111011713.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, said applesauce had to be taken into the conference room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully, I had a coworker willing to help.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSNCbujDg4U/Tr3uYAO7bcI/AAAAAAAAD94/meQ_hAbrLig/s1600/1111011824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSNCbujDg4U/Tr3uYAO7bcI/AAAAAAAAD94/meQ_hAbrLig/s320/1111011824.jpg" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sLGLOEOqDM/Tr3uavoD-II/AAAAAAAAD-A/5ADtPw7Lc9g/s1600/1111011824a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sLGLOEOqDM/Tr3uavoD-II/AAAAAAAAD-A/5ADtPw7Lc9g/s320/1111011824a.jpg" width="255px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ironic part?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even eat applesauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5681827586419185433?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5681827586419185433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5681827586419185433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5681827586419185433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5681827586419185433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-for-applesauce.html' title='&quot;A&quot; is for Applesauce'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnfsF7QYUWs/Tr3uREL8oaI/AAAAAAAAD9g/knYhRN-cq9A/s72-c/downsized_1111011620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3101964995704642876</id><published>2011-11-10T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:32:49.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will eventually be hawt'/><title type='text'>Liking 'Large'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend, I went to Disney. While I was in the Orlando area, I stopped by some outlets in search of warm clothes. A couple years ago, we had a lengthy cold snap and I bought some sweaters, etc. That got me through last year, even though they were a little roomy. However, a couple of cool days already showed me that they would NOT work this winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I don't like spending a lot of money on clothes, period, I *really* don't like spending a lot of money on clothes that I only need about 2 months (if that) out of the year AND that I have no intention on fitting into next year (30 lbs until my goal weight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hence, outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hit up my favorite bargain clothing store.... Old Navy. The lady in the dressing room was amazing. She gave me her &lt;u&gt;completely&lt;/u&gt; honest opinion&amp;nbsp;﻿on everything I tried on. My favorite line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Honey, all of these clothes are too big on you. What size are you bringing in here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"XL"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ha! No, let me go get you smaller sizes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, my whole life....... well, since I have been old enough to pick out my own clothes and take them into a dressing room..... I've been XL or XXL. At my heaviest, I was a size 26 going on 28 (this is the first time I've ever said that publicly, lol....... still not sure I'll ever be comfortable saying my actual weight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I walked out of the store, I walked out with four Large long-sleeved shirts, one Large long-sleeved sweater, and&amp;nbsp;two pairs of size 14 jeans. Now, depending on the store or the make of the clothing item, I still may need an XL or a 16. However, that's becoming less and less.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;dressing room attendant pointed out that I *think* I need the larger size...... when I really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, to a lot of people,&amp;nbsp;the thought of wearing a Large or a size 14 is appalling. I mean, it's still chubby and by its own name, Large. However, my 5'7 1/2" big-boned frame has NEVER been this small. It was an awesome feeling to walk out of that store&amp;nbsp;carrying clothes smaller than I've ever worn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said earlier, I still have about 30 pounds to go. I don't know what size I'll be at that point.... I am&amp;nbsp;more concerned with being a healthy weight, BMI, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking out of that store, though? Was definitely a nod to how far I've come.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;February 2005 (pretty much the heaviest).......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5QCYuJvpaA/Trv095-0TII/AAAAAAAAD8o/ZKk1NVd5tCM/s1600/JessandTams05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5QCYuJvpaA/Trv095-0TII/AAAAAAAAD8o/ZKk1NVd5tCM/s320/JessandTams05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 2005 (I'd just started losing weight)......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_H_lShajcuo/TriTkJvt6bI/AAAAAAAAD8A/884SBn67_8w/s1600/OrnamentExchange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_H_lShajcuo/TriTkJvt6bI/AAAAAAAAD8A/884SBn67_8w/s1600/OrnamentExchange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to let you know that partner emails have been sent. If you didn't receive yours, &lt;a href="mailto:allamericanjess@gmail.com"&gt;let me know&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura (Musings of an Orange Sheep), &lt;a href="mailto:allamericanjess@gmail.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt;, please. My computer is being stupid, so I can't get a hold of you, lol.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8376423043748810788?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8376423043748810788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8376423043748810788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8376423043748810788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8376423043748810788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/ornament-exchange-emails-sent.html' title='Ornament Exchange: Emails Sent!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_H_lShajcuo/TriTkJvt6bI/AAAAAAAAD8A/884SBn67_8w/s72-c/OrnamentExchange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3868363497286487766</id><published>2011-11-06T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:56:22.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. I've done the whole "breathe on it and rub it to get it to work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeelllllllll.........&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Guy" is 7 years older than me. "Fun Distraction" is 16 years older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, I am attracted to older men who don't like to commit. Alas, my longstanding celebrity crush on George Clooney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ever been in a car wreck?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes and no. I've never been in a wreck with another car on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, one time I got into my car and it started rolling down our rather steep driveway. The emergency brake didn't work and I ended up in our neighbor's front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Were you popular in high school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever been on a blind date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Are looks important?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They shouldn't be, but if everyone is honest, then yes. They do matter, to some degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you have any friends that you’ve known for 10 years or more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes :) I have several dear, dear friends that I've known most of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. By what age would you like to be married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my earlier plans, I'd be married by now. But, you know the saying, "We plan. God laughs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'd like to be on my way to married by 30/31.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Does the number of people a person’s slept with affect your view of them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmmmm...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Have you ever made a mistake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't we all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Are you a good tipper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually tip 20%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What’s the most you have spent for a haircut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For cut/style, around $40-$50. When I get highlights (every 6 months), it runs around $90-$110.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Have you ever peed in public?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a public restroom, yes. Just peeing? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you tell your parents if you were gay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I would. They'd still love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What would your last meal be before getting executed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the thought of this question. To answer, it would be Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Beatles or Stones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If you had to pick one person on earth to die, who would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I refuse to answer that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Beer, wine or hard liquor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Occasionally, a glass of wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you have any phobias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, swinging bridges. And, rats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What are your plans for the future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully, get married and have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3868363497286487766?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3868363497286487766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3868363497286487766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3868363497286487766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3868363497286487766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-stealing.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-1260972534490217030</id><published>2011-11-03T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:18:16.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) HOW is it November?!?!?!?! How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) I'm going to Disney this weekend. It's a good thing, too, since it will be my one and only chance to hit up the Food and Wine Fest :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) I *heart* November Sweeps. However, I'm so far behind in my TV watching that I probably will watch November Sweeps during January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Speaking of TV. There are a few new shows that I'm loving right now.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIdbxls0v0M/TrKtYopff0I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/uD2KG9faf7g/s1600/2_broke_girls-show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIdbxls0v0M/TrKtYopff0I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/uD2KG9faf7g/s320/2_broke_girls-show.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKaktaNhFps/TrKt9VqDRkI/AAAAAAAAD7g/WBVjAZNggHY/s1600/dd1e1890cc2a31972c4203115d4af99c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKaktaNhFps/TrKt9VqDRkI/AAAAAAAAD7g/WBVjAZNggHY/s320/dd1e1890cc2a31972c4203115d4af99c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guAj4biS_lg/TrKuCdHLJBI/AAAAAAAAD7o/dP3YnY3E6IY/s1600/New-Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guAj4biS_lg/TrKuCdHLJBI/AAAAAAAAD7o/dP3YnY3E6IY/s320/New-Girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZoIZ8kUftY/TrKuHaVfxTI/AAAAAAAAD7w/XIW7FumxWA8/s1600/Revenge_TV_-_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZoIZ8kUftY/TrKuHaVfxTI/AAAAAAAAD7w/XIW7FumxWA8/s320/Revenge_TV_-_poster.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) My &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html"&gt;Ornament Exchange&lt;/a&gt; entry ends tomorrow. Join, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) From Saturday, 11/12 through Friday, 11/18, I am scheduled to work 70 hours. I just needed to put that in writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) I've achieved a couple of work goals that I set for myself when I landed the job. For that, I'm super proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8) My mom rocks. She's volunteering her time to help me at work, just because she knows how overwhelmed I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9) This was Youth Group on Sunday.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj6lqD2hXhc/TrKwN1SUK7I/AAAAAAAAD74/7wQXj55Q3us/s1600/297563_2631417904185_1217510229_3191162_1819697673_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj6lqD2hXhc/TrKwN1SUK7I/AAAAAAAAD74/7wQXj55Q3us/s320/297563_2631417904185_1217510229_3191162_1819697673_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-1260972534490217030?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1260972534490217030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=1260972534490217030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1260972534490217030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1260972534490217030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIdbxls0v0M/TrKtYopff0I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/uD2KG9faf7g/s72-c/2_broke_girls-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-1964279165732663560</id><published>2011-11-01T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:30:00.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess All Over America'/><title type='text'>Fall Bucket List: Savannah, GA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*** Don't forget to join my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html"&gt;Ornament Exchange&lt;/a&gt; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things I wanted to do this Fall was go to Savannah. About a year and a half ago, some coworkers and I decided we needed to take a Girls' Trip to the city. Then, this summer, M and I decided if we were ever to go, we just needed to go, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On October 7th, we took off of work early and headed north. We had the best chats on the way up! You never know how you really gel with someone until you're stuck in a car with them for a long period of time, but we got along like gangbusters, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a good night's sleep we got up on Saturday to explore Downtown Savannah. Pretty much right away, we decided to take a trolley tour. Some people hate them, but I love trolley tours. I think it's a great way to get a feel of your surroundings while finding out a lot about the city. I took a lot of pictures from the trolley. I just loved the architecture.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwRwLI8x5fI/Tq3602yIliI/AAAAAAAAD20/91xbiHDYfZo/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwRwLI8x5fI/Tq3602yIliI/AAAAAAAAD20/91xbiHDYfZo/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+047.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IbAdnSGyL4/Tq362mSYiMI/AAAAAAAAD28/ZFcs8xCxcOM/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IbAdnSGyL4/Tq362mSYiMI/AAAAAAAAD28/ZFcs8xCxcOM/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+050.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hDt1YISUoU/Tq365WHNFKI/AAAAAAAAD3E/j27rm5O7caA/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hDt1YISUoU/Tq365WHNFKI/AAAAAAAAD3E/j27rm5O7caA/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+051.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leopold's is apparently a famous ice cream shop......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkObuOYOnOU/Tq369dA448I/AAAAAAAAD3M/O4ouvdQX4GM/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkObuOYOnOU/Tq369dA448I/AAAAAAAAD3M/O4ouvdQX4GM/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+055.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The Waving Girl'......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zGJ10cykQ8/Tq37AMcn6BI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/iKa9P6Enjyk/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zGJ10cykQ8/Tq37AMcn6BI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/iKa9P6Enjyk/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+056.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THD9RT0pz7I/Tq37B-_5K5I/AAAAAAAAD3g/zGzAhVE_gSQ/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THD9RT0pz7I/Tq37B-_5K5I/AAAAAAAAD3g/zGzAhVE_gSQ/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+057.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_lfa4cydX8/Tq37D0-TbVI/AAAAAAAAD3o/L3lbslmBBH4/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_lfa4cydX8/Tq37D0-TbVI/AAAAAAAAD3o/L3lbslmBBH4/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+058.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After we finished the tour, we walked around the City Market. Then, we headed down to River Street. And by down, I mean DOWN.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those are steep iron steps!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPkdEIhfJ2w/Tq37GBpolaI/AAAAAAAAD3w/n6BHrXAQ-H8/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPkdEIhfJ2w/Tq37GBpolaI/AAAAAAAAD3w/n6BHrXAQ-H8/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+059.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxkT8DREHNc/Tq37H-6AU4I/AAAAAAAAD34/lMJX80YCXzI/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxkT8DREHNc/Tq37H-6AU4I/AAAAAAAAD34/lMJX80YCXzI/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+060.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The thing I loved most about River Street was the fun signs, lol......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZYIYfrNfzQ/Tq37P1T46BI/AAAAAAAAD4U/goQdJM-Xbj4/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZYIYfrNfzQ/Tq37P1T46BI/AAAAAAAAD4U/goQdJM-Xbj4/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+063.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srFRa8fE9s8/Tq37RqiKqJI/AAAAAAAAD4c/yZtIOWzjS4k/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srFRa8fE9s8/Tq37RqiKqJI/AAAAAAAAD4c/yZtIOWzjS4k/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+064.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_D6m7apiljI/Tq37T2xry-I/AAAAAAAAD4k/tp49WPL0Aaw/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_D6m7apiljI/Tq37T2xry-I/AAAAAAAAD4k/tp49WPL0Aaw/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+065.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oM-afa_2REo/Tq37VyrifJI/AAAAAAAAD4w/enH2dlX1vIs/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oM-afa_2REo/Tq37VyrifJI/AAAAAAAAD4w/enH2dlX1vIs/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+069.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our way back to the car, we stopped by Paula Deen's restaurant, Lady &amp;amp; Sons, to see what chances we had to get in. Much to our surprise, they had a reservation for 9:15pm! We went back to the hotel to rest and freshen up. Then, it was time to pig out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVocNa1Ji_E/Tq37YigKmyI/AAAAAAAAD44/4pQOJKAgJOM/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dVocNa1Ji_E/Tq37YigKmyI/AAAAAAAAD44/4pQOJKAgJOM/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+070.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3t2exF53Sg/Tq37aU0ZZLI/AAAAAAAAD5A/vRmEy292BM0/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3t2exF53Sg/Tq37aU0ZZLI/AAAAAAAAD5A/vRmEy292BM0/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+071.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjYlAJaaFjc/Tq37cmOvJbI/AAAAAAAAD5I/jYbh8gWfCIU/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjYlAJaaFjc/Tq37cmOvJbI/AAAAAAAAD5I/jYbh8gWfCIU/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+072.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFo64vMJFg4/Tq37giP4LxI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/BHDab-sYaGM/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KFo64vMJFg4/Tq37giP4LxI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/BHDab-sYaGM/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+073.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stuffed ourselves and headed back to bed. The next morning, it was time to go home :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We really had a wonderful time and, even though it was a short jaunt, I loved getting to explore a city I'd never been. Also, we realized that we didn't talk about work the whole weekend! That was amazing in and of itself, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-1964279165732663560?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1964279165732663560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=1964279165732663560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1964279165732663560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1964279165732663560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-bucket-list-savannah-ga.html' title='Fall Bucket List: Savannah, GA'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwRwLI8x5fI/Tq3602yIliI/AAAAAAAAD20/91xbiHDYfZo/s72-c/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-4491681950831778557</id><published>2011-10-31T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:39:10.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is rare for me ﻿to post more than once in a day, but I just had to share. Some of my coworkers decided to have fun with the day...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STDjzUPyKoQ/Tq8HKaRPJCI/AAAAAAAAD7A/MCgbOt_rj5E/s1600/Halloween+2011+001a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STDjzUPyKoQ/Tq8HKaRPJCI/AAAAAAAAD7A/MCgbOt_rj5E/s320/Halloween+2011+001a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ekT-GPky8c/Tq8HMtP79nI/AAAAAAAAD7I/jSBQ6_QtGcg/s1600/Halloween+2011+004a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ekT-GPky8c/Tq8HMtP79nI/AAAAAAAAD7I/jSBQ6_QtGcg/s320/Halloween+2011+004a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ7f5BW0nRs/Tq8HOXykMcI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/RhLM3rSdPec/s1600/Halloween+2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ7f5BW0nRs/Tq8HOXykMcI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/RhLM3rSdPec/s320/Halloween+2011+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you have a GREAT day :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-4491681950831778557?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4491681950831778557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=4491681950831778557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4491681950831778557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4491681950831778557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STDjzUPyKoQ/Tq8HKaRPJCI/AAAAAAAAD7A/MCgbOt_rj5E/s72-c/Halloween+2011+001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-4859700379799215926</id><published>2011-10-31T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:29:00.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fall Bucket List: Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well.... sort of....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First off, Saturday was my Mommy's birthday!!&amp;nbsp;I had to work in the morning, but Mom just wanted a low-key afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had lunch with Mom, Ninny, Jeff, Jeff's Dad, Lydia, Trev, and FOUR of Trev's Frat Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right. Trevor is now a Frat Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cake was involved.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3uK9TF0I8c/Tq4FlU3UpfI/AAAAAAAAD5c/tTNtylPmD2E/s1600/Moms+Birthday+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3uK9TF0I8c/Tq4FlU3UpfI/AAAAAAAAD5c/tTNtylPmD2E/s320/Moms+Birthday+003.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUyhr6vu97k/Tq4FnSSzmaI/AAAAAAAAD5k/-6K0SKDGAdo/s1600/Moms+Birthday+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vUyhr6vu97k/Tq4FnSSzmaI/AAAAAAAAD5k/-6K0SKDGAdo/s320/Moms+Birthday+002.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESGvOJc6F5s/Tq4FoArJ3rI/AAAAAAAAD5s/jkl4kUbc-zA/s1600/Moms+Birthday+004a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESGvOJc6F5s/Tq4FoArJ3rI/AAAAAAAAD5s/jkl4kUbc-zA/s320/Moms+Birthday+004a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were going to go to Disney on Sunday, but weren't feeling up to it. Instead, we watched church online and then did art and crafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I said that I wanted to carve a pumpkin this year. It didn't quite happen, but I'll count our activity....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We painted wooden pumpkins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia wanted to paint, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to be clear, she was wearing bottoms........ and I've edited the photos to not show anything but high chest up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QncIKW1s6Rc/Tq4KibS7bYI/AAAAAAAAD6g/eOEcFDrgNbE/s1600/Moms+Birthday+005a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. One of my favorite TV shows recently changed the actors who played two characters. Have you ever been bothered by a TV show or movie series changing actors who play a character you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soap Operas do it all the time. Most of the time, it doesn't bother me and sometimes I like the recast as much if not more (ie, when Tamara Braun replaced Sarah Brown as Carly on GH). One recast I did NOT like was when they recasted Babe on AMC. The new girl never worked for me.... I always preferred Alexa Havins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A coworker recently shared a link to a blog listing the "five things you should know before dating a journalist." As a journalist, I can honestly say the writer was spot-on. What are some things people should know before spending time with you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) I work a lot. I work weird hours. I bring my work home with me. The majority of my fun is somehow related to my work. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) My family is a little insane. I still love them and like spending time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) I've been told that I have a memory like an elephant. Or, a steel trap. I remember a lot and will use that for both informational purposes and to my advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) I really do love Disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Bars are not fun for me. I'd much rather going to a coffee shop or a restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is something you often do without realizing that you're doing it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sort my candy (M&amp;amp;Ms, Skittles, etc) by color and eat them in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Who has the capacity to make you angrier than anyone else in your life, and what in particular does he or she do to make you so angry? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girl that I used to work with. I really can't stand her. I really try to work on my attitude when it comes to her because it doesn't hurt anyone but me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the type of girl that HAS to be the center of any male attention. She did a lot of sleeping around our building. Just really, really manipulative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If a fairy waved a magic wand and gave you the house of your dreams, where would it be and what features would it have? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two stories, wrap around porches, big kitchen, guest rooms, a dance studio, awesome bathrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would be either here or Nashville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What’s a belief that you hold with which many people disagree? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmm........ I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I used to talk in my sleep. In fact, I could carry on a conversation with someone when I was fully asleep, and my mom used this fact when I was a teenager to find out if I did anything wrong and was hiding it from my parents. If you were talking your sleep tonight, what do you think you would say? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd probably say that I needed a vacation and was tired of Fall Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. The fourth installment of the "Twilight" movie series ("Breaking Dawn Part I") will be released in theaters soon. Movie theaters started selling advance tickets for midnight showings months ago. Have you ever attended a midnight premiere showing of a movie? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahaha.... YEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw the last three Harry Potter movies (Half-Blooded Prince, Deathly Hallows 1, and Deathly Hallows 2) at midnight. I also saw New Moon and Eclipse at midnight. And, yes, I've already got my ticket for Breaking Dawn Part 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. On Tuesday, tigers, lions and bears were let loose in Zanesville, Ohio, by their owner before he committed suicide, leading to a hunt in which 49 of the animals, including 18 endangered Bengal tigers, were killed. How would you react if you saw "Caution exotic animals. Stay in your vehicle" being displayed on a road sign? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, I'd stay in my vehicle and try to get out of that area as quickly as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If a company opened a theme park aimed at adults, what would you name one of the rides? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Economic Swing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Imagine you just moved onto Sesame Street. Which puppet would you want as your new roommate? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby Caddaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Have you ever had a weird crush on a famous person that didn't make sense to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think so. I think all my famous crushes are pretty obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If you get ten minutes to interview any celebrity of your choice, who would you like it to be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George Clooney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. You've just won the complete DVD collection of all the movies starring one actor or actress. Which actor/actress would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um...... probably Julia Roberts or Reese Witherspoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Actor George Clooney recently told People Magazine that he doesn't use Twitter "because I will drink in the evening and I don't want anything that I could possibly write at midnight to actually end my career." What is something you've said through social media and then regretted it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing, really. Every now and then, I might be a little more dramatic than I need to be, but overall, I am pretty cautious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. VH1 has re-introduced its hit show "Pop-Up Video," which gives behind-the-scenes facts for popular music videos. What musician would you be most interested in learning behind-the-scenes facts about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any of them. I think that stuff is fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you stumbled across someone's personal written journal that was accidentally left in a public place, would you read any of the content? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; not to..... hopefully, there would be&amp;nbsp;name and phone number so I could return it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What is the title of a self-help book that you'd never want to see on a store bookshelf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Many media outlets have been asking this question a lot this week... Which Halloween costume do you think will be overdone this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casey Anthony?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Should a marriage license have a renewal date or expiration date, like a driver’s license? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Not at all. I've actually gotten into a debate with Non-New Year's Eve Date about this. He thinks they should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think people shouldn't be punished for wanting to stay in their marriages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3983215087565778464?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3983215087565778464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3983215087565778464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3983215087565778464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3983215087565778464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-stealing_30.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-9160243167430418919</id><published>2011-10-29T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:06:30.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time, Again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..... Christmas Card time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so hard to believe that it's already time to be thinking about Christmas cards, again. However, sending Christmas cards are one of my favorite traditions. One of the things I like to do is to personalize my cards with a picture of me with the person, from the current calendar year. It's kind of neat and people tend to like it. I mean, I don't have a husband or kid to put on my cards, so it makes sense to showcase the people that are in my life..... the people receiving the cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite my good intentions, I don't get a picture with every single person I send a card. That's where &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; comes in :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year, I participated in their &lt;a href="http://www.shutterflycards.com/2011/10/bloggers-25-free-christmas-cards-from-shutterfly/68/"&gt;Blogger promotion&lt;/a&gt; and I'm doing it again, this year!! You cannot beat 25 free Christmas Cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shutterfly really does have some of the &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards"&gt;best card designs&lt;/a&gt;, around. Their service is wonderful. Here are the cards I did last year (because I couldn't pick &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one)..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DR7DYY02k/TqxvW-U_o1I/AAAAAAAAD2U/pD_ojYK8qFM/s1600/Card1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DR7DYY02k/TqxvW-U_o1I/AAAAAAAAD2U/pD_ojYK8qFM/s320/Card1.jpg" width="232px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fg4rnRScTq8/TqxvYQTe94I/AAAAAAAAD2c/Vbm29dDr308/s1600/Card2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fg4rnRScTq8/TqxvYQTe94I/AAAAAAAAD2c/Vbm29dDr308/s320/Card2.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7vG4NqgqMI/TqxvaS2NrDI/AAAAAAAAD2k/xJ1-LUv5esk/s1600/Card3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7vG4NqgqMI/TqxvaS2NrDI/AAAAAAAAD2k/xJ1-LUv5esk/s320/Card3.jpg" width="229px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-615LstPQcPo/TqxvbsW3GoI/AAAAAAAAD2s/vQx2XHXAlkI/s1600/Card4f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-615LstPQcPo/TqxvbsW3GoI/AAAAAAAAD2s/vQx2XHXAlkI/s320/Card4f.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm already having a difficult time choosing this year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I appreciate the free cards, I love their &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts"&gt;other products&lt;/a&gt;, too. Earlier this year, I made a &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books"&gt;photo book&lt;/a&gt; of all my radio concert experiences...... I have all these pictures and no place to display them, so the book was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out Shutterfly.....&amp;nbsp; I promise, you won't be disappointed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;** Speaking of Christmas.................... Join my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html"&gt;Ornament Exchange&lt;/a&gt;!!!! **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-9160243167430418919?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/9160243167430418919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=9160243167430418919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/9160243167430418919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/9160243167430418919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time, Again.....'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DR7DYY02k/TqxvW-U_o1I/AAAAAAAAD2U/pD_ojYK8qFM/s72-c/Card1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-9158616421482780522</id><published>2011-10-25T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:32:51.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should&amp;nbsp;have known to call in sick as soon as I got dressed for work. I changed like 7 times. I never do that. However, I couldn't be pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It went downhill from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the end of the day, I literally was in tears. In fact, I almost went straight home from work to go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, I went to the gym. Which did help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today? I'm determined to make it the opposite of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm rocking an awesome dress and have already received half a dozen compliments.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's hoping your Tuesday isn't "No Good, Horrible, Very Bad"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-9158616421482780522?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/9158616421482780522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=9158616421482780522&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/9158616421482780522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/9158616421482780522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-good-horrible-very-bad-day.html' title='No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-2874459675180122353</id><published>2011-10-23T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:05:06.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**** Don't forget to join my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html"&gt;Ornament Exchange&lt;/a&gt;! ****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. What is a quote that you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love a lot of quotes, but one of my favorites is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you imagined."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Do you think of pure hate as something humanity created?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think pure hate is something Satan created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. When was the last time you wanted to scream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week when I was in a haunted house at Halloween Horror Nights. And, I did scream, in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Do you ever at times see the world in black and white?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um. In some ways. I think there are a lot of ways in which it is supposed to be black and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I think human nature turns things into shades of gray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Have you ever thought that cell phones are too obtrusive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they are obtrusive in that people spend more time on them than with the people they're actually with, in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. In your life, where do you thank the rainbow will end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have absolutely no idea how to even answer this question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. What is something that you never want to do again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really have no intention of going camping, again. Things could change, but I doubt I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.When was the first time you realized the world was small?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up where I have, it's always been apparent that it's a small world, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I always think it's hysterical when I'm in a random city (NYC, DC, Savannah, Nashville) and I run into someone from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. How you spend your time contemplating life’s mysteries?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't, really. The most mysterious thing to me is the way certain males in my life think.... I try not to ponder that, too much (and usually fail).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Ever discuss your political beliefs with people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rarely. I work with a bunch of people that have a ton of opinions (political, religious, etc) and LOVE to share them. I try to be one of the few that doesn't, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Do you care about the environment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, but I'll admit that I'm not as nice to it as I should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. What’s your motto for life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Is progress destroying the beauty of the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Do you believe there is life somewhere else in the universe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possibly. However, I don't believe we'll ever come into contact with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Would you like to rule a country?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Do you believe everything has a purpose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the exception of roaches and rats, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Is war ever for the best?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's inevitable, regardless of how we feel about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Could you kill anyone in defense of self or loved ones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I won't ever have to be in that position to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. How do you react to people (Such as Governor Rick Perry) who don't believe global warming is really our fault?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have a reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Does love conquer all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it can. But, it takes both parties being willing to fight for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Is euthanasia morally acceptable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear heavens, the questions this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Is world peace impossible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Is pride a good or a bad thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When pride in yourself and your life challenges you to continually do better, then it's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When pride makes you think and act that you're better.... then, it's a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64.What do you think is the purpose of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. I think there are several purposes to my life.... some yet to be filled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Do you believe in karma?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not some much karma as "you reap what you sow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-2874459675180122353?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2874459675180122353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=2874459675180122353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/2874459675180122353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/2874459675180122353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-stealing.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-4480815664486740047</id><published>2011-10-22T08:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:20:00.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sillies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was going through my pics (trying to figure out what post updates I still need to do) and I refound this picture of Emma and I from &lt;em&gt;Disney On Ice&lt;/em&gt;. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUOw8HivsrU/TqIMnPFvJbI/AAAAAAAAD1o/89as1dFIvVc/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUOw8HivsrU/TqIMnPFvJbI/AAAAAAAAD1o/89as1dFIvVc/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+056.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;About a month ago, I got to visit Meg and her darlings. Love them, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hd_lqQdlBg/TqINKMG12iI/AAAAAAAAD1w/_sg9m7G7mJM/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hd_lqQdlBg/TqINKMG12iI/AAAAAAAAD1w/_sg9m7G7mJM/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+043.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHUijHkhWBY/TqINOeaiewI/AAAAAAAAD14/OVXvGd1uSos/s1600/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHUijHkhWBY/TqINOeaiewI/AAAAAAAAD14/OVXvGd1uSos/s320/Chris+Cagle+and+Legoland+046.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the type of person who loves to take one bite of the pizza. The point of it, if you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; person.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I work with a bunch of smart asses..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx7STdH_QFI/TqIN-OOVRsI/AAAAAAAAD2A/gwM0K1yllLI/s1600/311931_2595460565274_1217510229_3162278_1246802372_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx7STdH_QFI/TqIN-OOVRsI/AAAAAAAAD2A/gwM0K1yllLI/s320/311931_2595460565274_1217510229_3162278_1246802372_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..... and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I posted this on FB and then later in the day an even better one went up. I need to get a pic of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing more pitiful than a sick 2 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I spent most of last night cuddled on the couch with Lydia, who is getting over strep throat, a sinus infection, AND a double ear infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All she wanted to do was lay there and watch &lt;em&gt;Snow White.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget to sign up for&amp;nbsp;my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html"&gt;Ornament Swap&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Saturday, Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-4480815664486740047?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4480815664486740047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=4480815664486740047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4480815664486740047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4480815664486740047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-sillies.html' title='Saturday Sillies'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUOw8HivsrU/TqIMnPFvJbI/AAAAAAAAD1o/89as1dFIvVc/s72-c/Birthday+and+DOI+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3232736565969632485</id><published>2011-10-20T22:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:49:58.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ornament Exchange'/><title type='text'>It's an Ornament Exchange!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas is most definitely my favorite time of year.... I just love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple years ago, the lovely &lt;a href="http://almostthere-ontheway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justine&lt;/a&gt; hosted an ornament exchange. I had the good fortune to be paired up with sweet &lt;a href="http://livelaughloveorlando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paige&lt;/a&gt;. We were awesome ornament swap partners and Bloggy friends, still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justine is too busy taking care of her adorable little baby to host the swap, so I asked her if I could hijack it. She kindly agreed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the rules&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Which&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://almostthere-ontheway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justine&lt;/a&gt; may or may not have &lt;strike&gt;stolen&lt;/strike&gt; borrowed from Katie at &lt;a href="http://www.lovesoflife.com/"&gt;Loves of Life&lt;/a&gt; and I may have stolen from Justine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Become a Follower of my Blog! So you can get all the updates on the exchange (and my life... ;) ) and so I can take a look at your blogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. You must have a US mailing address. International shipping is just too expensive..... sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. You have until&amp;nbsp;November 4th&amp;nbsp;to sign up. That gives us 2 weeks to get the word out and get as many participants to sign up as we can!&lt;em&gt; You can grab this button to share (it's not the prettiest thing in the world, but it gets the job done).....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a _blank?="" href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html” target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="All-American Jess" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/mbdimpleslvr/OrnamentExchange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form&gt;&lt;textarea cols="14" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img alt="All-American Jess" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/mbdimpleslvr/OrnamentExchange.jpg" /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You will buy your partner a new&amp;nbsp;ornament that costs between $5 and $15. They don't have to be expensive to be fun! &lt;a href="http://livelaughloveorlando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paige&lt;/a&gt; and I decided to get ornaments for each other that showcased our home states, and it turned out great! Get creative, have fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Put the ornament in the mail between November 18th and the 22nd. Remember, that's the week before/of Thanksgiving so mailing will be a little nuts after the 22nd.&amp;nbsp;That gives you about 2 weeks to find the perfect ornament for your partner! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. To participate, sign up with Linky and then leave a comment with your email address (or you can &lt;a href="mailto:allamericanjess@gmail.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt; with your name and email address, if you don't want to put it up here for everyone to see). I will assign you a partner and send you an email with whom you were matched up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I will email partners on November 7th or 8th. Then you guys can exchange information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I will put up another Linky on Monday, December&amp;nbsp;5th so we can all come back and show off our ornaments! And, if you feel so compelled we can show off our Christmas decorations, too!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Please, do not sign up unless you will participate! Please, participate!! It will cost you &lt;em&gt;at most&lt;/em&gt; $20 and you will get a fun new ornament for the 2011 Christmas Season. Last year, I so enjoyed opening the ornaments &lt;a href="http://livelaughloveorlando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paige&lt;/a&gt; sent me the year before and putting them on my tree! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like &lt;a href="http://www.lovesoflife.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://almostthere-ontheway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justine&lt;/a&gt;, I also will chose one random&amp;nbsp;participant to whom I will send an ornament. So, some lucky blogger will receive two ornaments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=112856" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3232736565969632485?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3232736565969632485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3232736565969632485&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3232736565969632485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3232736565969632485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ornament-exchange.html' title='It&apos;s an Ornament Exchange!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-7095047523944919070</id><published>2011-10-18T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:59:50.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Not Such A Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been the fickle type. My middle and high school friends can attest that I liked the same boy all throughout my teens. Ten years later, after seeing said boy at my reunion, I still support that. We're clearly not meant for one another, but he was (and still is) the type of guy any mother would be ok with their daughter liking. He was just a good guy. And, there weren't any other better prospects, so I stuck with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throughout college, I rarely paid attention to men. Sure, on occasion, one would catch my eye. However, it really wasn't anything to write home about.&amp;nbsp;Flirtation, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I met "The Guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all know about him, right? No need to rehash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the past several months, I've stayed in touch with him, but am moving on. To be perfectly frank, we're still playing the same games we've been playing...... I'm just handling them differently. If we're meant to be, then we'll have a VERY interesting story to tell to our grandkids (or, they could just read this blog). If we're not, then I'll have learned a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, for the first time in my life, I have more than one "prospect." I use that term &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; loosely.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The current front runner? Fun Distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately, we've been hanging out.&amp;nbsp;A lot. And, we are flirty. And, slightly on the touchy-feely side (not at work). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, people are starting to take notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the point that he came to me this morning and said, &lt;em&gt;"Hey, I've had several people ask if we're together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;-"Really? Who?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FD -&lt;em&gt; "M and L, for starters."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"Yeah, C asked me the same thing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there are vibes and people are starting to pick up on them. People in the office...... and people who don't even know us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office romances aren't a rare thing. Especially in radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to find someone who can understand the workload, the weird hours, the personalities, etc. Shoot..... It's hard to find someone NOT in radio (or somehow related to it) because all I do is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really, it should be no surprise that the front runner is someone who is also in radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to this morning's convo...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we've talked about our other prospects. Again, I use that term loosely......... "other prospects" being other singles who may or may not have an interest and in whom we may or may not have an interest. We've kind of established that there's no one (on either side) that sticks out. That anyone that mentioned or seen isn't someone that can be considered "a thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, however, we've never talked about the possibility of "us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like danced around the possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I mean, we're friends and we like hanging out together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It would be bad if things didn't work out and then we hated one another.We'd still have to work together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is what it is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sure, we're touchy-feely. A lot. But, that's just us, right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I mean, I'm not opposed to something, but I'm not necessarily demanding it, either."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actual discussion. Just broad statements like the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've no clarity on the situation, &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't have a clue what any of our conversations is supposed to mean. Is he interested and was gauging? Or, is he not interested and wanted to make sure I wasn't interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueller? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for sure........ I apparently am attracted to the ambiguous type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-7095047523944919070?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7095047523944919070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=7095047523944919070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7095047523944919070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7095047523944919070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/maybe-not-such-distraction.html' title='Maybe Not Such A Distraction'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-7032355341001611721</id><published>2011-10-17T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:00:00.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love on a Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿A while back, I received an email from &lt;a href="http://www.easycanvasprints.com/"&gt;Easy Canvas Prints&lt;/a&gt; to do a product review. I, for one, love free, so I was totally up for it. I'd seen several other bloggers do similar reviews and was jealous. When my opportunity arrived, I was thrilled, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal was that I was able to turn one&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.easycanvasprints.com/photos-to-canvas/"&gt;photo to canvas&lt;/a&gt;. The only problem was that I couldn't figure out what photo to use, lol. I'm not married.... I don't have any adorable children of my own.... I don't have pets.... and, well, I have pictures of my family already framed in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few weeks ago, I was sitting in Youth Group (I'm a small group leader) and the sermon/talk was on true love. On finding and keeping great relationships.... not just romantic relationships, but all relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That talk reminded me of a guy that used to be in my Sunday School class and a piece of advice he gave. He said that he had printed out 1 Corinthians 13 and kept the paper in his wallet. Anytime he felt himself being rude or mean or short-tempered, he'd get it out and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam. I had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing around on Picnik for a while, I had the image I wanted &lt;a href="http://www.easycanvasprints.com/photos-to-canvas/"&gt;on canvas&lt;/a&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArR31IGa1oc/Tpo1ckkZXWI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/B9yBmoD_11c/s1600/1corinthians13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArR31IGa1oc/Tpo1ckkZXWI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/B9yBmoD_11c/s320/1corinthians13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.easycanvasprints.com/"&gt;Easy Canvas Prints&lt;/a&gt; website is super easy to use. They literally take you step-by-step through &lt;a href="http://www.easycanvasprints.com/photos-to-canvas/"&gt;creating your canvas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;In the interest of full disclosure, it's better to have your picture already edited exactly as you want it as their editing tools/options are limited. &lt;/em&gt;However, it really only took a few steps to have my canvas ordered and on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;About a week after ordering, there was a box at my door. Everything was packaged great and was in perfect shape. Plus, it was completely ready to hang, which I did..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BrvcatfAVA/TpxN2HnA6GI/AAAAAAAAD1g/KMUpUJpZO8g/s1600/1+Cor+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BrvcatfAVA/TpxN2HnA6GI/AAAAAAAAD1g/KMUpUJpZO8g/s320/1+Cor+13.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Already, I've received several comments from co-workers. They first want to know where I got it and then, why I have that verse hanging in my office (to which I reply, &lt;em&gt;"To remind me to be nice to you when you're getting on my nerves."&lt;/em&gt;). Plus, I think it looks pretty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, I would definitely use Easy Canvas Prints, again. Check them out, if you're interested in turning a &lt;a href="http://www.easycanvasprints.com/photos-to-canvas/"&gt;photo to canvas&lt;/a&gt;!! And, if you're looking for something similar, right now...... "Like" their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/EasyCanvasPrints"&gt;FB Page&lt;/a&gt; and you'll get 50% off your next order, plus free shipping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to let me know if you have any questions about their service and product!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-7032355341001611721?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7032355341001611721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=7032355341001611721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7032355341001611721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7032355341001611721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/true-love-on-canvas.html' title='True Love on a Canvas'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArR31IGa1oc/Tpo1ckkZXWI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/B9yBmoD_11c/s72-c/1corinthians13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-1755259327603057139</id><published>2011-10-15T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:14:23.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there! Remember me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea why I've gone two weeks without Blogging, but it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part of the reason is because my. life. is. INSANE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, yeah, when isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I have several things to blog about and several posts to work on. Hopefully, I can get back into the swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until then.... would anyone be interested in an ornament swap? I sure hope so, because I'm doing one (details coming).﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-1755259327603057139?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1755259327603057139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=1755259327603057139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1755259327603057139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1755259327603057139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-there-remember-me.html' title='Hello there! Remember me?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-7270184282463923867</id><published>2011-10-01T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:39:39.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Heart Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal'/><title type='text'>Happy Fall Ya'll!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I know that Fall started a week ago, however, in the Sunshine State it just started feeling like Fall, today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY for October!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago, the incredibly creative &lt;a href="http://www.lovesoflife.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; put together a &lt;a href="http://katieballa.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-bucket-list-and-printable-because.html"&gt;Fall Bucket List&lt;/a&gt;.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/262221825/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/262221825_e927lTQb_c.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://katieballa.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-bucket-list-and-printable-because.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;katieballa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/jess825/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slight aside......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I'm super envious of creative people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovesoflife.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; is one of those creative people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creative in the sense that I can think of an idea. I am crafty in the sense that I can execute an idea. However, I am not able to do both at the same time. I can think of an idea, but not execute it OR I can execute someone else's idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hence, I'm jealous of those who can think of a great idea AND bring it to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;End aside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Fall. However, Fall is my busiest time of year. I tend to get so caught up in work that my favorite season passes me by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The idea of a list where I get to check off different things..... where I make an effort to take advantage of the fun things you can do in Fall..... is right up my alley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Florida, we don't have a typical Fall. We have no colorful falling leaves. We have no apple trees. But, we have other fun things to do which I put on my own personal list......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* eat pumpkin pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* girls' night out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* corn maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halloweenhorrornights.com/orlando/index.html?ref=#homepage"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Halloween Horror Nights 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* trip to Savannah, GA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* decorate cupcakes with Lydia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* attend a football game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* bake a pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* walk outdoors a lot (since it's not so gross outside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/epcot/special-events/epcot-international-food-and-wine-festival/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;EPCOT Food and Wine Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* caramel apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* pick/carve a pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;* "Black Friday" shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice Fall, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Already I've achieved GNO, HHN, and the Corn Maze &lt;em&gt;(and I don't have a single picture from any of them..... *sigh*)&lt;/em&gt;. I'll most likely be doing HHN and the maze, again, before the month is over &lt;em&gt;(note to self - bring camera)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's hoping I'll lots of fun stuff to post about throughout the next two months, while I work through my little list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-7270184282463923867?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7270184282463923867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=7270184282463923867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7270184282463923867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7270184282463923867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall Ya&apos;ll!!!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-6119560614010775050</id><published>2011-09-21T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:15:55.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Facebook,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Facebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or..... more specifically..... &lt;strong&gt;Dear Facebook Staff,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are cutting edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are clearly some of the most innovative web coders known to man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I like timelines. I like order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to choose what stories are important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate change, especially when it's inflicted upon me first thing in the morning with no warning.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you could all just take a break from the constant "upgrading" I would greatly appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;I was just getting used to the new chat features and then you throw this crap at me. A girl can only adapt so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warm Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All-American "I Like Ruts" Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-6119560614010775050?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6119560614010775050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=6119560614010775050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6119560614010775050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6119560614010775050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-facebook.html' title='Dear Facebook,'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3335942145829647927</id><published>2011-09-20T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:54:18.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray please'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning, I was getting ready and was trying to rush it since I had an 8:15 dentist appt. I heard from downstairs a little voice say, &lt;em&gt;"Wait, Cecka! I'm coming for you!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lydie-lu wanted to do "makeup time" with me. After a quick beauty time, I ushered her downstairs so I could finish getting ready and get to the dentist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About two hours, two fillings, and a numb mouth later, I got to work. One of our DJs, R, came to me and asked if I'd heard. His cohost and my good friend M heard some awful news about her mother. She'd been found unconscious by her grandson (M's 11 year old nephew). He revived her and medics determined that her heart was stopped for a rather long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M is originally from out of state. Her northeast family are rarely people she's able to see. Early in May, she went up for her cousin's wedding......... it was the first time in years that her whole family was together. Then, in mid-June, her parents, neice, and nephew came down for her own wedding. It was a small, but lovely occasion that I was blessed enough to be able to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In late July, M got word that her grandmother passed away. This is the same grandmother that heard her say her vows through a cell phone. She commented that this year has been full of high highs and low lows, for her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, today she's on her way back North to see her mother who is in intensive care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm devastated for M and just wish I could so something to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time, I extremely thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful that I live so close to my family. That, even though I sometimes think I need to be on my own, I have a situation where it works for my mom and I to live together. I was able to watch my brother grow up and now he lives 15 minutes away at college. I see him at church every week and at meals throughout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've lost a parent before. Sure, he wasn't biologically my father, but he was a dad to me for the majority of my childhood. So, I know how precious it is to be able to spend time with them and how quickly it can be taken away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today reminded me that I need to work less and love my family more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also let me know that, while I'd be ok if life leads me to another place, I would be more than ok staying here for the rest of my life.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3335942145829647927?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3335942145829647927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3335942145829647927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3335942145829647927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3335942145829647927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5060334929381077058</id><published>2011-09-19T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:54:56.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday Mish-Mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, friends! Happy Monday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, last week was pretty sucky. Being completely honest. It just was. It started out bad and just got worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;I walked into church, yesterday, I was tired, emotional, and just spent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I walked out, I felt renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's amazing to me how God will speak exactly what you need to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I just have to do the work to stay in this mindset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping in line with the&amp;nbsp;above, we sang "my" song, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-abandoned.html"&gt;I blogged about it, a while ago.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We haven't sang that song in &lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt;. However, when I walked into church yesterday, I silently prayed that we'd sing it. I almost started crying when our Worship Leader started it at the end of the sermon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every. Single. Time. I'm having a major problem or am extremely down, we end up singing that song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started leading a Small Group, yesterday. 9th grade girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Youth Pastor and his wife mentioned it to me a few weeks ago. I thought and prayed about it. Then, he hit me up on FB to ask again if I'd be interested. I said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I'm nervous about it. I mean, I'm not by myself..... I have two great women who are leading as well........ but, I'm still nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a lot of faith, but I'm not the greatest disciplinarian when it comes to my walk with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I make good choices when it comes to major things, but I &lt;u&gt;constantly&lt;/u&gt; have an internal struggle about my attitude and thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm old enough to be a mentor, but I'm still growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall, it went well. Last night, there were about 13 girls and most of them said less than 6 words, lol. We'll grow into it, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a totally different note, it thrills me to NO END that new seasons start tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love new TV :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George Clooney and Ryan Gosling are in a movie together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm officially done with EH. Maybe I just suck, in general, but that was just not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There looked like there could be potential, for a little while, but it was in spurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still texting with one guy. And, we're trying to get together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-take-thirty-below-thanks.html"&gt;Remember the time I went to Fun Distraction's house and Green Shirt Girl marked her territory?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since then FD has been bringing around Brown Shirt Girl, who was also at the get-together and was also sizing me up, but was way less territorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually asked FD what was going on between him and BSG.......... they kinda liked one another at one point, but he doesn't think she's right for him. So, they are just friends, at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD and I hang out a lot, but we're at a friends level. I'm cool with it staying that way, but I'd also be cool with seeing if it could be more. We talk pretty openly about our feelings on other people and sort of skirt around the issue of "us." A couple weeks ago, we were at a major event with a bunch of listeners....... a couple listeners ended up flat out asking us if we were dating, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Saturday night, FD and I had to work. We were at a super fun venue and usually we like to bring guests to hang out. He brought his sister, a guy friend of his who just so happens to be a part of the singles group at my church, GSG, and BSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, awkward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner and both shirt girls sat on either side of him. They awkwardly split a meal. I sat next to FD's sister (who I adore) and tried to ignore the awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSG clearly wants the dude and clearly realizes she's got competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, myself and BSG don't want to compete, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSG and I chatted for a little while. She's a nice girl who&amp;nbsp;seems very similar to me, in a lot of ways. I honestly think we look at one another and think, &lt;em&gt;"Which one of us does he like?" &lt;/em&gt;(My guess? Both and neither, at the same time, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in work mode, so I wasn't "hanging out" like they were. However, my friend/coworker M was getting a huge kick out of the dynamics, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest moment of the night?........... At the very end, FD and his posse were getting a group picture. I came up behind them in time to see Green Shirt Girl grab his butt when she thought no one was looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got an angry text a few nights ago, regarding my last blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The person thought I was directing the whole post at them. Which I wasn't. It was my thoughts on an overwhelming trend I'm seeing in several of my relationships. It wasn't meant to point the finger at any one person and make them feel bad. In fact, I doubt that the majority of the people the post was related to will ever read it, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We worked it out (I think) and I'm thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That said, to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; who is reading this, whether you are apart of my everyday world or I've only met you through blogging or if I've never actually had any communication with you (hi lurkers!).........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are my feelings. My thoughts. My view on the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not necessarily fair. Or correct. Or nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't post about every little thing in my life. I don't go into detail about everything I do post about. Sometimes I allude to things/people, without going into specifics. That's mainly to protect myself and the people in my life. I'm surrounded by really great people and even when I'm upset with how things are going, I don't want to hurt them through my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, and I *think* most of you will understand this, sometimes you just need to get things out. Sometimes, you need to process. Sometimes, you need to say how you're feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in therapy for most of my childhood (long story..... short version, bad divorce and a father who needed help relating to his daughter). My therapist said over and over and over again, &lt;em&gt;"It is not your responsibility to determine how someone will take something. How someone reacts to your feelings is not your problem. They are YOUR feelings and they need to be expressed. Not in a mean or disrespectful way, but in a way that allows you to be real."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That may be the problem. Maybe I'm more real on my blog than I am in life. I try to be genuine, but admittedly, I hold back. Most of the time, I think it's easier to just let things pass. So, when I do bring up something that's bothering me, people aren't used to me being so direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5060334929381077058?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5060334929381077058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5060334929381077058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5060334929381077058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5060334929381077058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-monday-mish-mash.html' title='Happy Monday Mish-Mash'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3638956601881292236</id><published>2011-09-14T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:51:58.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿A while back, I posted about being &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-remember-me.html"&gt;forgotten&lt;/a&gt;. I'd been hurt and was having a hard time dealing with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since then, things with the parties that were involved have been fine. Absolutely fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I do think that situation changed me, a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said in that original post......... I'm typically the caller, texter, emailer, FBer. With about 95% of my relationships, I'm the one that does the planning and making sure it actually happens. On more than one occasion, various friends have said, &lt;em&gt;"Jess, you're so good. If it weren't for you, we probably would never see or talk to each other."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, they mean it as a compliment. And, I usually take it as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently though, I've been having a difficult time accepting all of this. It's like I'm tired of being taken for granted. And, trust me....... I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; I'm not blameless. I am sure that I take certain people for granted and I've really tried to step it up.... to let them know I care and appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me pause here............ if you are a Blogger, I'm not intending this for you. And, if you're Meg, I'm not intending this for you, either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unpause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the past couple months, I've been at war with myself. There are certain people in my life that I've realized will never put forth the effort that I will. They are great people. In fact, they are some of the people that I love more than anyone on the face of the planet. They have been there for me when I asked them to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, though, I've found myself reaching out and either being ignored or brushed off. At first, I did what I usually do......... kept reaching out, just so they knew I was there and I cared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I eventually found myself stopping. I got brushed off one time too many and subconsciously just stopped reaching out. Not because I was mad, but because I felt like I was being a bother and didn't want to pester them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, my birthday came around. I got FB wall posts from these certain people, wishing me a happy birthday. Which was very nice. However, I'm a firm believer that the most important people in my life are "FB Wall AND........" worthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, this year? A FB wall post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No call. No text. No e-card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A FB wall post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, that's when I got a little angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, it hit me that a month had gone by and we hadn't talked. Meaning, a month had gone by and they didn't realize that they missed me. Meaning, how many months before that would they have not called had I not been the one to reach out to them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm probably going to sound a bit narcissistic when I say this, but.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I deserve more than a freaking FB wall post from the people I love the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, if a FB wall post is all they think to do? Then, maybe it's time to evaluate who I love the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past couple of weeks, I've been pretty internal. I really haven't been speaking to anyone outside of the people I see everyday. I've been processing everything. Because, the fact is, I *do* love these people. I really, truly do. And, if they needed me at 3am? I would be there for them, in a nanosecond. I always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it's time to stop being taken for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to stop taking for granted the people who don't take me for granted. Those are the people that I should be calling, texting, emailing, and spending my energy on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, I decided to take a walk. It was really nice outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was walking, I started thinking about several people that I haven't heard from, lately. And, how I missed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I started calling. I started doing the "Just calling to say Hi and that I hope you're well" thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did feel better. It had been a while since I've done that. And, that's me. I&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;just reaching out. 99% of the time, I don't expect a call/text back. I don't get hurt or upset when they don't respond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventually, though, you do have to start recognizing where people are in your life and which burner they need to be in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3638956601881292236?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3638956601881292236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3638956601881292236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3638956601881292236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3638956601881292236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/evaluation.html' title='Evaluation'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-4531458223810532785</id><published>2011-09-11T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:21:45.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where were you?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where were you when......."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That question gets asked a lot. Especially when tragedy strikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up, I remember that question being answered about a lot of events......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....... when JFK was shot&lt;em&gt;..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...... &lt;/em&gt;when The Challenger exploded........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;..... the first attack on the WTC......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...... the Oklahoma City building........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...... Columbine........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, there are a lot more events that are remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;However, 9/11/01 marked that first time that I could answer the "Where were you?" question. It was the first time that I watched everything happen, in real time. Before that, I was either not born, too young to remember, or was sheltered from what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This time, I saw everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0s3IIqU6gI/Tm0Z4ar1PEI/AAAAAAAAD1E/fC4mWc0qncI/s1600/towersstatistics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0s3IIqU6gI/Tm0Z4ar1PEI/AAAAAAAAD1E/fC4mWc0qncI/s320/towersstatistics.jpg" width="243px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I was an innocent college freshman at the University of Tampa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I commuted to school that morning. My first class was "Gateway".... our version of Freshman Seminar. We got out early that morning and I wandered over to the mailroom to check my box. I could hear the ladies in the mailroom talking about a plane hitting the World Trade Center and I called my mom. See, we'd eaten Thanksgiving dinner at Windows On The World (the restaurant on top of the WTC) that year before, while we were in NYC for the very first time. While on the phone with her, I walked across the street to the Commuter Lounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As I walked into the lounge, I saw four TVs turned on to different channels. Shortly after walking in, we watched as the second plane hit. For hours, we all just sat there and watched the events unfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W68ueKq-R7k/Tm0Z8JEVRbI/AAAAAAAAD1I/gZ72E2WEXlA/s1600/9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W68ueKq-R7k/Tm0Z8JEVRbI/AAAAAAAAD1I/gZ72E2WEXlA/s320/9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will never forget the feeling I had as we saw the first tower fall. Then, one guy in the room said, &lt;em&gt;"That second tower is swaying. I don't think it's going to last much longer."&lt;/em&gt; A few minutes later, we watched in shock as the second tower fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was surreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In seconds, years of work, building, history were gone. And, we watched it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember saying to someone sitting next to me, &lt;em&gt;"You know how they always ask 'Where were you when....?'........ Forever, I'll remember where I was when this happened."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One boy was devastated. He was from Manhattan and he couldn't get a hold of anyone, at home. One of the staff ended up taking him to the administrative offices...... shortly, there was a "command center" where administration and counselors were trying to council the many students that were from that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember calling my mom. She was frantically trying to get a hold of my aunt and uncle...... they lived in Colorado and he worked for the government. She also was finally able to get in touch with her best friend Ken, who worked across the street from the Pentagon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She wanted me to come home. MacDill is not far from UT and she just wanted me as far away from there as I could get. Ironically, all I could say was that classes hadn't been cancelled, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At 12:30....... after hours of watching everything....... my classmates sat in our Spanish classroom. Just stunned. Our professor came into class all cheery...... she was holed up in her office that morning, grading papers, and had NO CLUE what happened. We proceeded with class until someone came in stating that classes were cancelled until at least Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally went home. The drive home was so eery. Almost no one was on the road and there was no music on the radio. Just news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCRQvM2nD4M/Tm0Z_MJNKbI/AAAAAAAAD1M/68ZW87b0PoE/s1600/flagofhope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCRQvM2nD4M/Tm0Z_MJNKbI/AAAAAAAAD1M/68ZW87b0PoE/s1600/flagofhope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember that the next day, I spent watching the coverage. When I went to dance, the other teachers and I were still shell-shocked. However, once the students arrived, we went to business as usual. It wasn't until I got back in my car that I was shocked back to reality. For 4 blissful hours, we'd forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By Friday, I'd gotten all the news I could take. I started watching movies because there still wasn't anything besides news coverage. I remember that it was almost two weeks before soaps started up, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I remember going to New York City on September 12, 2003. I was really, really nervous to be flying, that day. It wasn't the first time I'd flown since 9/11, but still, it was nerve-wracking. It would be another couple of years before I could make myself go down to Ground Zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, our lives have never been the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Travelling will never be as carefree as it was......... it's weird to think that non-passengers could go to the gate with us, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if we'll ever again live in a world where our country isn't at war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still, we have a good life. And, we live in a great country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Things have changed so much in ten years. But, we'll never forget that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNR4zCSfId8/Tm0aBJ94V2I/AAAAAAAAD1Q/5eLl-yVZohI/s1600/WTC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNR4zCSfId8/Tm0aBJ94V2I/AAAAAAAAD1Q/5eLl-yVZohI/s320/WTC.gif" width="295px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-4531458223810532785?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/4531458223810532785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=4531458223810532785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4531458223810532785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/4531458223810532785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-were-you.html' title='&quot;Where were you?&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0s3IIqU6gI/Tm0Z4ar1PEI/AAAAAAAAD1E/fC4mWc0qncI/s72-c/towersstatistics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-8669617020094121491</id><published>2011-09-09T10:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:17:00.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Train/Maroon 5 (8/31/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back in May, I learned that Maroon 5 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Train were coming to town. Together. Um, excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as they went on-sale, I bought.&amp;nbsp;I most likely could have scored a free pair, but free = no choice in seating. So, I paid up! Thankfully, my friend Billie Jo is always up for a concert and wanted to come, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May I first say that non-Country concerts vs Country concerts are an interesting study? Very interesting. I've been going to Country concerts for about six years. There is a different feel to them that is really hard to explain. So, when you suddenly switch back to something else..... it makes for fun people watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like the older couple (probably mid-50s) that were bumping and grinding the entire show. I mean, R-rated, &lt;em&gt;for real&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or, the set of 5 people (3 women and 2 men) that clearly had some interesting dynamics and took most of the show to figure out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or, the set of college girls that was led by a full-fledged hippy girl (down to the super long hair, across-the-forehead headband, and midriff baring peasant top) who knew every single word to every single song that both bands sang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, there was the actual concert................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Matt Nathanson opened up. The only two songs I know of his are "Come On Get Higher" and "Faster", but I really enjoyed him. I like his style and he's hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt Nathanson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7X7CvxMYchI/TmWBDibybsI/AAAAAAAAD0I/kr2HBKR3FiQ/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7X7CvxMYchI/TmWBDibybsI/AAAAAAAAD0I/kr2HBKR3FiQ/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+015.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7CBXr56J8w/TmWBFTLjv0I/AAAAAAAAD0M/L5gTKMDLIkk/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7CBXr56J8w/TmWBFTLjv0I/AAAAAAAAD0M/L5gTKMDLIkk/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+016.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The two bands are co-headliners. &lt;em&gt;Usually&lt;/em&gt;, that means that they alternate taking the stage. This time, Maroon 5 came out first. I've loved them since high school and they didn't disappoint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utCMm4wLd-4/TmWBTGLmHwI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/9GlQmoDe7Js/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utCMm4wLd-4/TmWBTGLmHwI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/9GlQmoDe7Js/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+018.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam Levine..... lead singer of Maroon 5 and an amazing talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1C8MVVZOmE/TmWBWhSUcaI/AAAAAAAAD0U/IzYdnvgYbX0/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1C8MVVZOmE/TmWBWhSUcaI/AAAAAAAAD0U/IzYdnvgYbX0/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+019.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--hg31mqcko0/TmWBamtPDfI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/W0hIqWOYhxs/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--hg31mqcko0/TmWBamtPDfI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/W0hIqWOYhxs/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+021.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lf8uTLbmWgE/TmWBhkjtmXI/AAAAAAAAD0c/fWv6ts-Af1I/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lf8uTLbmWgE/TmWBhkjtmXI/AAAAAAAAD0c/fWv6ts-Af1I/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+022.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After about 75 minutes of singing all their hits, it was time for a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billie Jo and I........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlaC3fq32wM/TmWBk0L4bhI/AAAAAAAAD0g/hQCRDD8bf5Y/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlaC3fq32wM/TmWBk0L4bhI/AAAAAAAAD0g/hQCRDD8bf5Y/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+025.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next up was Train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They did a great job of mixing up their older/90s hits and their currents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPewQkOg758/TmWBsHIoCnI/AAAAAAAAD0o/hNDhB_hH2P4/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPewQkOg758/TmWBsHIoCnI/AAAAAAAAD0o/hNDhB_hH2P4/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+026.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud67nhDZpwo/TmWBxZqFx0I/AAAAAAAAD0s/xrrlwVQ7U3E/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud67nhDZpwo/TmWBxZqFx0I/AAAAAAAAD0s/xrrlwVQ7U3E/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+028.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They brought on a bunch of women for "She's On Fire" to be Trainettes......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFyccJ2Cs-U/TmWB3-3vqEI/AAAAAAAAD0w/bWhi8yr1Mb0/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFyccJ2Cs-U/TmWB3-3vqEI/AAAAAAAAD0w/bWhi8yr1Mb0/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+031.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lady was CRAZY, lol....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDRULH91dVU/TmWCVIfHl-I/AAAAAAAAD00/xhiVhyS5TPc/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDRULH91dVU/TmWCVIfHl-I/AAAAAAAAD00/xhiVhyS5TPc/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+036.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little girl was &lt;u&gt;adorable&lt;/u&gt;........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjs1uJcHNSE/TmWCesLEFOI/AAAAAAAAD08/EbIHMr-o01M/s1600/Birthday+and+DOI+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjs1uJcHNSE/TmWCesLEFOI/AAAAAAAAD08/EbIHMr-o01M/s320/Birthday+and+DOI+038.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite parts?................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey, Soul Sister" -&amp;nbsp; As much fun as it is to sing in your car, along with the radio, it's 100x more fun to sing at a concert. Dancing around and singing at the top of your lungs.... so. much. fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Marry Me" - I love, love, love, love, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this song. It melts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you've never heard it, let me give my absolute most favorite lines.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forever could never be long enough for me to feel like I've had long enough with you....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Together could never be close enough for me to feel like I've been close enough to you. You'll wear white and I'll wear out the words 'I love you' and 'You're beautiful'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melts. Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, while he was singing that song, he ran around the amphitheatre. Billie Jo even got a high-five as he ran past us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I walked out of there on Cloud 9. It truly was such a great concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8669617020094121491?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8669617020094121491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8669617020094121491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8669617020094121491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8669617020094121491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/trainmaroon-5-83111.html' title='Train/Maroon 5 (8/31/11)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7X7CvxMYchI/TmWBDibybsI/AAAAAAAAD0I/kr2HBKR3FiQ/s72-c/Birthday+and+DOI+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-584969594133273848</id><published>2011-09-08T06:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T06:59:00.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous People I&apos;ve Met'/><title type='text'>Rascal Flatts (8/19/11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My vacation was 8/15 - 8/19......... the icing on the vacation cake was a fun concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;J, G, and I made plans to join Rascal Flatts, Sara Evans, Easton Corbin, and Justin Moore at the Amp. I was super excited because I was getting the opportunity to meet RF and Sara, for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily, despite being mid-August, the afternoon/evening was gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Justin Moore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6wxUTM-qOk/TmUMMYQYjXI/AAAAAAAADyQ/1n8Z-pJtNvo/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6wxUTM-qOk/TmUMMYQYjXI/AAAAAAAADyQ/1n8Z-pJtNvo/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+061.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsnnC8GWzU8/TmUMPeQsh7I/AAAAAAAADyU/EZ89XJP5pDA/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsnnC8GWzU8/TmUMPeQsh7I/AAAAAAAADyU/EZ89XJP5pDA/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+063.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara Evans and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTW0VoX4EYE/TmUMRU1cjvI/AAAAAAAADyY/O7JZ0Td91iY/s1600/img_3026a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTW0VoX4EYE/TmUMRU1cjvI/AAAAAAAADyY/O7JZ0Td91iY/s320/img_3026a.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rascal Flatts and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bQH--cYhio/TmUMTwwZqiI/AAAAAAAADyc/RAg8XOsj-S8/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+064a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bQH--cYhio/TmUMTwwZqiI/AAAAAAAADyc/RAg8XOsj-S8/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+064a.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kings of Awkward Faces........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI2Sv1n-GZQ/TmUMYA0PWnI/AAAAAAAADyk/9pqQmFmqZGs/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI2Sv1n-GZQ/TmUMYA0PWnI/AAAAAAAADyk/9pqQmFmqZGs/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+066.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J and I........... He's one of our reps and a super nice guy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tj487VpXwq4/TmUMbawpYTI/AAAAAAAADyo/5bP7Z34T3ls/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tj487VpXwq4/TmUMbawpYTI/AAAAAAAADyo/5bP7Z34T3ls/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+070.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G, J, and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6LGFnlMLRs/TmUMeVsbTbI/AAAAAAAADys/5hiWfvGcvrM/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6LGFnlMLRs/TmUMeVsbTbI/AAAAAAAADys/5hiWfvGcvrM/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+071.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqjLGwvX3bQ/TmUQJ0MM-dI/AAAAAAAAD0A/_8M0qkN0YDY/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqjLGwvX3bQ/TmUQJ0MM-dI/AAAAAAAAD0A/_8M0qkN0YDY/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+072.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96S9Esbzn3I/TmUMk_ioTJI/AAAAAAAADy0/ikUURrEyj4o/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96S9Esbzn3I/TmUMk_ioTJI/AAAAAAAADy0/ikUURrEyj4o/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+073.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara Evans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdO6fs7J6as/TmUMoSTkQxI/AAAAAAAADy4/WEOxv5yeVQI/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdO6fs7J6as/TmUMoSTkQxI/AAAAAAAADy4/WEOxv5yeVQI/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+074.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to work out with this woman for a week..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_xMlDKsTE8/TmUM0i6SDoI/AAAAAAAADzA/zOtjR36YNmM/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_xMlDKsTE8/TmUM0i6SDoI/AAAAAAAADzA/zOtjR36YNmM/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+076.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUBMg7_nWQU/TmUM-Dq6cRI/AAAAAAAADzE/SXkBjS61ux0/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUBMg7_nWQU/TmUM-Dq6cRI/AAAAAAAADzE/SXkBjS61ux0/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+079.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to our rep, L, we were able to watch Sara's performance from the sound board! It was actually a really neat experience :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sound board....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elbjLdZqvDY/TmUNFOVSZuI/AAAAAAAADzI/-KXxeAPDCSw/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elbjLdZqvDY/TmUNFOVSZuI/AAAAAAAADzI/-KXxeAPDCSw/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+080.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just another day at work for this chick....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oR_2TtwcuHs/TmUNKD_Ax5I/AAAAAAAADzM/BhZIS-Y5x9c/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oR_2TtwcuHs/TmUNKD_Ax5I/AAAAAAAADzM/BhZIS-Y5x9c/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+085.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE9L-tEnm2g/TmUNQN5UsrI/AAAAAAAADzQ/D9iVJmY8sA8/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BE9L-tEnm2g/TmUNQN5UsrI/AAAAAAAADzQ/D9iVJmY8sA8/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+086.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBP3wCJTiN0/TmUNUM0HcNI/AAAAAAAADzY/htOvc1RNMSQ/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBP3wCJTiN0/TmUNUM0HcNI/AAAAAAAADzY/htOvc1RNMSQ/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+087.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRFTyHxrAcg/TmUNbyRmgzI/AAAAAAAADzc/MiTF6X6BjBc/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRFTyHxrAcg/TmUNbyRmgzI/AAAAAAAADzc/MiTF6X6BjBc/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+091.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JasriMuPbwg/TmUNdTiBkiI/AAAAAAAADzg/XRzsH6AA1ZE/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JasriMuPbwg/TmUNdTiBkiI/AAAAAAAADzg/XRzsH6AA1ZE/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+092.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G actually held out a lighter during "Bless the Broken Road", lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-959sTBI1dic/TmUNjtvIZhI/AAAAAAAADzk/uwtxtd5azyY/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-959sTBI1dic/TmUNjtvIZhI/AAAAAAAADzk/uwtxtd5azyY/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+095.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara came out to sing "Easy" with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EXrtVOvbvU/TmUNqGzLYCI/AAAAAAAADzo/suIj7QuoGKs/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EXrtVOvbvU/TmUNqGzLYCI/AAAAAAAADzo/suIj7QuoGKs/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+099.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EC-BtFYhvE/TmUNsZB4YvI/AAAAAAAADzs/V7YkTV1jtRc/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EC-BtFYhvE/TmUNsZB4YvI/AAAAAAAADzs/V7YkTV1jtRc/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+100.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a while we were ready to go, but not before meeting up with D.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G, me, and D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSXTEkwlLy0/TmUNvGXc1EI/AAAAAAAADzw/W0axBq6s58U/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sSXTEkwlLy0/TmUNvGXc1EI/AAAAAAAADzw/W0axBq6s58U/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+101.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J jumped in for a pic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbekrXotiIg/TmUNxMaWogI/AAAAAAAADz0/LA_P_vzzndg/s1600/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbekrXotiIg/TmUNxMaWogI/AAAAAAAADz0/LA_P_vzzndg/s320/Vacation+and+Rascal+Flatts+2011+102.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Last month, we were visited by Kellie Pickler. This was three years in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, it was one of our busiest concerts ever, so I got a total of about 6 pictures............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Pickler doing her thang......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9wDKdaX1jM/TmT27Sf1ZbI/AAAAAAAADx4/E8OrkFI8v1Y/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9wDKdaX1jM/TmT27Sf1ZbI/AAAAAAAADx4/E8OrkFI8v1Y/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+077.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hx_t14BZMnM/TmT29ti9O7I/AAAAAAAADx8/BUj_ma0vvLY/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hx_t14BZMnM/TmT29ti9O7I/AAAAAAAADx8/BUj_ma0vvLY/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+079.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was really nice. And, she had a conversation with EVERY person she met. Her M&amp;amp;G last almost two hours because she engaged every person in line. (Great for her fans............ not so great for the people manning the line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5mhbtFxWBo/TmT2_HfOjPI/AAAAAAAADyA/daKo2bYWJ38/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5mhbtFxWBo/TmT2_HfOjPI/AAAAAAAADyA/daKo2bYWJ38/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+080.JPG" width="240px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C and I....... he's always been my favorite rep. Sadly, he's moved onto a different region :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7OuHvmdOpg/TmT3BFFopvI/AAAAAAAADyE/wnyq8grHdsY/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7OuHvmdOpg/TmT3BFFopvI/AAAAAAAADyE/wnyq8grHdsY/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+082.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kellie Pickler and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQJLic5tPdw/TmT3CT4nguI/AAAAAAAADyI/iW-WnoNoksc/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQJLic5tPdw/TmT3CT4nguI/AAAAAAAADyI/iW-WnoNoksc/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+084.JPG" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-936562145515787176?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/936562145515787176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=936562145515787176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/936562145515787176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/936562145515787176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/kellie-pickler-8811.html' title='Kellie Pickler (8/8/11)'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9wDKdaX1jM/TmT27Sf1ZbI/AAAAAAAADx4/E8OrkFI8v1Y/s72-c/10+Yr+Reunion+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5266997188817929155</id><published>2011-09-06T06:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:36:00.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous People I&apos;ve Met'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Just roll with it.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We'll call this week "Concert Week" over at All-American Jess...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier in the summer, we had the pleasure of having Easton Corbin out for a private concert. If you don't know who he is, just imagine a very young George Strait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easton Corbin and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTEJr1BCL1c/TfF0tlRMXfI/AAAAAAAADWg/RPvKOARqJo0/s1600/Easton+Corbin+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTEJr1BCL1c/TfF0tlRMXfI/AAAAAAAADWg/RPvKOARqJo0/s320/Easton+Corbin+005.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uBbHbB8-u0/TfF0zSXbcbI/AAAAAAAADWk/Y4CIywNsIEA/s1600/Easton+Corbin+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uBbHbB8-u0/TfF0zSXbcbI/AAAAAAAADWk/Y4CIywNsIEA/s320/Easton+Corbin+020.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GT4LKvtTcPk/TfF01ANK1KI/AAAAAAAADWo/s5FQpmqq0EU/s1600/Easton+Corbin+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GT4LKvtTcPk/TfF01ANK1KI/AAAAAAAADWo/s5FQpmqq0EU/s320/Easton+Corbin+021.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUWUzEY2HqY/TfF03EBvr7I/AAAAAAAADWw/T5PCsO4ctxI/s1600/Easton+Corbin+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUWUzEY2HqY/TfF03EBvr7I/AAAAAAAADWw/T5PCsO4ctxI/s320/Easton+Corbin+023.JPG" t8="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUCbHf8np3w/TfF0480jI6I/AAAAAAAADW0/xSa3svRWM78/s1600/Easton+Corbin+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUCbHf8np3w/TfF0480jI6I/AAAAAAAADW0/xSa3svRWM78/s320/Easton+Corbin+017.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends Billie Jo, Ambra, and Jenny with Easton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrs05qQfRYY/TfF094WMIVI/AAAAAAAADW8/qDyWOzkxlxs/s1600/Easton+Corbin+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrs05qQfRYY/TfF094WMIVI/AAAAAAAADW8/qDyWOzkxlxs/s320/Easton+Corbin+024.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonya, Easton, and Amy (a girl I went to HS with and now go to church with)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTWT4cVHfek/TfF1F_SLoRI/AAAAAAAADXE/hRFUn7kR_gM/s1600/Easton+Corbin+093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTWT4cVHfek/TfF1F_SLoRI/AAAAAAAADXE/hRFUn7kR_gM/s320/Easton+Corbin+093.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5266997188817929155?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5266997188817929155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5266997188817929155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5266997188817929155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5266997188817929155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-roll-with-it.html' title='Just roll with it.........'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTEJr1BCL1c/TfF0tlRMXfI/AAAAAAAADWg/RPvKOARqJo0/s72-c/Easton+Corbin+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-7575266542440208940</id><published>2011-09-05T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:33:50.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Heart Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Laziness Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this morning, my gym had a Zumba-thon from 9a - 11a. I set my alarm to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I turned my alarm off and slept in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of waking up and getting an awesome 2 hour workout in, I woke up and have been surfing blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, I rock like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savanahsmiles.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sites.google.com/site/makesavanahsmile/files/iphonefun2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following pics were taken in the last week and a halfish..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the ladies at work took me out to lunch for my birthday. Then, I got a pretty birthday cheesecake.......&lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmfJDPmkRuw/TmTpY3CE3MI/AAAAAAAADxU/KkMajsh6MkE/s1600/0825011242a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmfJDPmkRuw/TmTpY3CE3MI/AAAAAAAADxU/KkMajsh6MkE/s320/0825011242a.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Friday, we went up to Disney World after work. Lydie-lu wanted to "see the Princesses"...... only, once it was her turn to see them, she held onto me for dear life. She's not afraid of costumed characters with masks, yet gets nervous when it's a real person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG7qI7LK5UA/TmTpbpSeOZI/AAAAAAAADxY/Pbml3nf7YfQ/s1600/IMG959806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG7qI7LK5UA/TmTpbpSeOZI/AAAAAAAADxY/Pbml3nf7YfQ/s320/IMG959806.jpg" width="238px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HqtLAPQBuE/TmTpdxX5NRI/AAAAAAAADxc/ujJjbU0R8Ag/s1600/IMG952155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0HqtLAPQBuE/TmTpdxX5NRI/AAAAAAAADxc/ujJjbU0R8Ag/s320/IMG952155.jpg" width="238px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In line for the Winnie the Pooh ride............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXyawszc7Ww/TmTpfTgt14I/AAAAAAAADxg/aVOtXdv4kcA/s1600/318318_2406422519441_1217510229_2989194_3703604_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXyawszc7Ww/TmTpfTgt14I/AAAAAAAADxg/aVOtXdv4kcA/s320/318318_2406422519441_1217510229_2989194_3703604_n.jpg" width="238px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week, we had a photo shoot with our DJs (sounds a lot cooler than it actually is). I decided to snap a pic while no one was looking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie-Jsnpr4p0/TmTpx4JLR6I/AAAAAAAADxk/Gbq7ekIu2GE/s1600/0831011314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie-Jsnpr4p0/TmTpx4JLR6I/AAAAAAAADxk/Gbq7ekIu2GE/s320/0831011314.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-7575266542440208940?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/7575266542440208940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=7575266542440208940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7575266542440208940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/7575266542440208940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/laziness-day.html' title='Laziness Day'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HmfJDPmkRuw/TmTpY3CE3MI/AAAAAAAADxU/KkMajsh6MkE/s72-c/0825011242a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-8835152050402852275</id><published>2011-09-03T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:54:56.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sillies.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I really need to get back into the blogging groove. One, I like communicating with you all. Two, I'd like to be able to look back at my life, ten years from now..... this really is like a journal/scrapbook for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Fall is here. By Fall, I mean the time of year where my workload becomes INSANE. When things are slow in the summer, I always feel guilty for basically laying back and twiddling my thumbs. My boss tells me, &lt;em&gt;"Don't you DARE feel bad. You're a machine from Sept until May..... Take a couple months to rest."&lt;/em&gt; So, when I got back from vacation and things were immediately crazed? I suddenly remembered why I shouldn't feel guilty. Yesterday, for instance, I had so much going on that I couldn't finish everything before my 4pm remote.﻿ After the 4p-6p remote, I attended the show (&lt;em&gt;Disney On Ice&lt;/em&gt;) that we were promoting. Once the show was over at 9p, I went back to the station and worked. Until 12am. &lt;em&gt;Welcome to Fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fall is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; here. And, by Fall, I mean the glorious time of year where the heat starts to subside. Stores are starting to put pumpkins in their windows....... scents are leaning towards cinnamon..... clothing is heading towards orange, maroon, and brown. YAY!!! Fall is almost here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) As of this morning, I'm officially a pound down from what I was before vacation!!! Yay, me!!! &lt;strong&gt;WIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I only worked out twice this week. &lt;strong&gt;FAIL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) It's amazing that I've lost weight. This whole week, I've been craving chocolate like &lt;em&gt;WHOA.&lt;/em&gt; Unless I'm PMSing (which I'm currently not), I typically am not a chocolate person. I mean, I love a good brownie as much as the next person. However, I tend to prefer caramel, vanilla, sugar/snickerdoodle cookies, etc. Not this week. The more chocolate, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) E-Harmony. My 3-month subscription is up at the end of the month and I'm not going to renew. Really, I just can't get into it. I've tried. I've really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I want Jordan and Rachel to make the final two of &lt;em&gt;Big Brother.&lt;/em&gt; I NEVER thought I'd root for Rachel, but I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-8835152050402852275?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/8835152050402852275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=8835152050402852275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8835152050402852275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/8835152050402852275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/09/saturday-sillies.html' title='Saturday Sillies.............'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5476786491694602313</id><published>2011-08-30T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:18:40.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The&quot; Guy'/><title type='text'>She Strikes Again.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, does anyone remember last year when my slightly crazy coworker "A" randomly told me that she had a feeling that The Guy was coming back and I should be ready for it? (&lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-minute-and-wwb.html"&gt;Read #3&lt;/a&gt;)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, don't get too excited. He's not back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, she's back at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, yesterday at a meeting, she brought him up. She was complimenting him on something he did forever ago and saying she wished he was still here. Our manager was all surprised and impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, of course, texted him to tell him about the props. He was pleased. That was all of that conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I said,&lt;em&gt; "Hey, A. I told TG about your little props in the meeting yesterday. He thought it was really nice and said to say thanks."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was like, &lt;em&gt;"Awwwww. That's so nice. I'm glad you told him. I was serious...... I do wish he'd come back. When do you think he will?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"Haha.... probably never."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"Really? He likes it up there?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me -&lt;em&gt; "Oh, no. He hates it up there. He's just biding his time until he can find a place he DOES like."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"No. He's growing up. He's trying to figure out what is important in life. And, then, honey, he's coming after you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"Haha..... I don't think so."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"You don't? Because, I do. I just wonder how long it's going to take for him to come and sweep you off your feet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.......... keep in mind......... I. don't. talk. to. her. about. this. subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than the conversation we had a year ago, I don't even speak his name to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, every now and again, we'll have a "Men Are Stupid" chat (usually about other men), but I don't talk to her about him. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this time, I did what I didn't do last year............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"What? Is it like tattooed across my forehead or something?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"Eh, kind of."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"Really? Am I that obvious?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"Not you. Both of you. Not obvious. I can just tell. I've studied you, honeychild &lt;/em&gt;----- yes, she says that word -----&lt;em&gt; and I can just tell. It's more your faked disinterest that tells the tale."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"How long have you known?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"Since the first time I saw the two of you together. I don't know how anyone could look at the two of you and not&amp;nbsp;know that you two felt something for one another."&lt;/em&gt; ---- Yes, she said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"Are you kidding me right now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"No. I'm telling you. He cares about you in a way that he's never felt before. And, it scares him. So, he's running. He'll wake up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"A, you're not really helping me right now. I'm trying to move on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"You're not going to move on. You can try, but you're not going to move on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"No, but seriously. I need to move on."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"Says who?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"General society."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"They're wrong."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"Look, he can feel all the things in the world, but if he never goes for it, I'm going to waste my life waiting on a man who refuses to love me back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"He already loves you back. You've never told me how you felt and I knew it. I'm telling you that I know the same is true for him. If you two are supposed to be together, why would you waste your life with a replacement?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me - &lt;em&gt;"A, you are REALLY not helping my cause, right now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A - &lt;em&gt;"Because I'm telling you all the things that you're too afraid to hear. All the things that you've quieted inside your head for so long. Trust me. It will happen. I feel it in my gut. And, &lt;strong&gt;while you walk down the aisle to marry that man&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you'll look at me and know that I was right&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was more to the conversation. A lot more. Mainly her telling me how scared I am. How scared he is. How we're both being stupid. How he's putting up walls. How I'm putting up walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above were the main points. The points that were slightly seared into my brain. That kind of left me feeling like I was in the twilight zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I'm still shaking my head over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I had it on tape, so I could play the whole thing for ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proving her correct, I don't really buy all of that. But, like it did a year ago, it made me feel like I wasn't delusional the whole time, lol. She was pretty adamant that HE was just as much a culprit in the "those two have something" vibes as I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously. It kind of freaked me out. How WEIRD is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5476786491694602313?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5476786491694602313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5476786491694602313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5476786491694602313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5476786491694602313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-strikes-again.html' title='She Strikes Again.........'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-573355786472840954</id><published>2011-08-28T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:58:59.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's for breakfast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usually, 1 of 2 things.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- A Whole Grain Light English Muffin with Peanut Butter and a Banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- An Apple and String Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you read a newspaper daily? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you do when you can't sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read or I'll go sleep on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Say a word that sums up your mood. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Name something from your dream last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Name a food that describes you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watermelon. I don't know why that describes me, but I feel it does, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Today you are wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeans and a purple tshirt with a butterfly on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What's in your pockets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you sing in the shower today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Usually I'm still half asleep, so I don't say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What's the last song you heard? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Good Life" by OneRepublic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Looking forward to the holidays? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES!!!!!! It's my favorite time of year! In fact, Aug - Dec is just plain my most favorite part of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Where do you want to be this instant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm good where I'm at..... on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What's for lunch? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had Chipotle..... yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's something you would like to do soon? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go to Savannah, GA. That's on my list of travel spots for the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Reading anything now? What is it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm reading "Second Glance" by Jodi Picoult. It has taken me forever to get into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What's for dinner? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turkey and green beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. A favorite part of the day is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In mid-afternoon....... when you're done with work and you have several hours until bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Are you happy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fairly happy. I'm working on being content while still hoping for the best for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Guess how many people will do Sunday Stealing this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmm..... there were 30 when I started doing this......... let's say 45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-573355786472840954?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/573355786472840954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=573355786472840954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/573355786472840954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/573355786472840954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunday-stealing_28.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-991029213180588831</id><published>2011-08-25T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T08:25:00.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray please'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To ME!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right, folks! I am officially TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you realize that is only&amp;nbsp;two years from 30?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be perfectly honest.... this is a scheduled post. I'm currently at work, basking in my birthday glow and eating whatever I want (calories do not count on your birthday...... it's the law). I'll post about my birthday later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I have some goals to declare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;From August 25, 2011 to August 25, 2012, I would like:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) To work on improving my relationship with the Lord.&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The past year and a half has shown the most growth in my relationship with God than in my whole life. Like last year, I want to keep it up. There are so many ways that I need to improve with Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) To lose weight...... again.&lt;/strong&gt; - Yeah...... seeing as this has been my goal for the past three birthdays, I might as well keep it going. Despite my calorie/point blindness today, I've actually done really well on Weight Watchers and intend to keep it up. I'm about 30 lbs from my goal weight, so I just need to keep on trucking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) To travel to at least&amp;nbsp;five different places.&lt;/strong&gt; - This is a new one for me. In college, I traveled a LOT. I went on some of the best trips. Since then, I've tapered off. Already, I know I'll be going to Memphis, again, in January. I also have two tentative weekend trips planned. That's three, right there. I just read &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly's Korner&lt;/a&gt;, today, and she was &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2011/08/all-single-ladies.html"&gt;talking about singleness&lt;/a&gt;. She was encouraging those of us that are in the "single season" to embrace it. One of the things she said was to travel. So, I'll take her advice!! While I'm 28, I want to travel to at least five different places........ either out of the state or to a place in the state that I've never been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) To&amp;nbsp;write and mail at least one card a month (or more than 12 in the whole year)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;- I was having a discussion with a semi-coworker a few weeks ago and we were both saying how much hand-written cards mean to us. Not only hand-written, but ones you receive in the mail. I know this seems silly for a goal, but I truly believe that there is something about being able to write/mail a card that makes you a better person. I'm actually pretty good about writing cards to people, but I can think of at least two people who deserve a nice "Thank You" note, right now. It could be emailed, but I do think mailing is in order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) To actively experience at least six new things that are completely unrelated to work.&lt;/strong&gt; - It might be volunteering..... maybe taking a class..... possibly picking up a new hobby. I honestly don't know what, but at least six times in the next twelve months, I want to do something new that isn't related to my job. That is the double-edged sword.... I get to do a lot of new and fun things. However, it's always in the wrappings of my job, so&amp;nbsp;"CAREER" is&amp;nbsp;in the forefront of my mind. Let's expand, shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you all will follow along for this next chapter of my journey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-991029213180588831?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/991029213180588831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=991029213180588831&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/991029213180588831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/991029213180588831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To ME!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5928036955624177199</id><published>2011-08-24T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:24:00.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray please'/><title type='text'>Taking Inventory......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My birthday goals have become a bit of a tradition on this ole blog o' mine (found &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-blogspot.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me-etc-etc-etc.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). I make them and then usually don't look at them but &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; once&amp;nbsp;throughout year, until the week of my birthday. Then, I'm surprised at what I've accomplished and what I haven't, lol (found &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2009/08/taking-inventory.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-inventory.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) To lose weight...... and be at my goal weight. - &lt;em&gt;Forget the small goal nonsense. I tried that and apparently my small, manageable goal was so small and manageable that I didn't take it seriously enough. I have a lot of work to do, folks. This is the year to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Eh, not so much. I don't know why I thought I'd be so quick about it. I mean, I've lost just over 100 lbs from my heaviest weight. And, it took me about 6 years. So, I know it takes a while. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good news is that I'm actually at the goal weight I made when I turned 26. So, I did reach a goal..... just a year later than I intended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever. I did lose it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) To work on improving my relationship with the Lord. - &lt;em&gt;I have really come closer to God, in the past eight months. I need to keep working on learning what the Lord has to teach me and follow His plan for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I think I've continued to make progress. In 2010, I went to church more than I'd ever gone in my life. Going to church every Sunday became something I WANTED to do..... not just something that I knew I should do. It's still a part of my every week routine that I look forward to doing. I *have* missed more church this year than last year, but it's more a priority than ever before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have other ways that I have improved and still need to improve. It's actually something I've thought about writing about, recently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) To start investing privately. - &lt;em&gt;Again, I enrolled in my company's 401K plan. I want to do some of my own investing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Almost a check!&amp;nbsp;I made contact with a financial planner that I really like and trust. We're in the process of setting me up, in a lot different areas. I'm really excited and feel like I'm a great path for my financial future!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) To get some of my relationships on even ground. - &lt;em&gt;The past year has been a trial. I am coming into my own a bit, at work, and some of my "friends" are having a time with it. It's a bit of a thin line to figure out where I need to set up boundaries. I don't want to lose friendships, but I don't want to be taken advantage of, either. I'm hoping to get some clarity and peace about the situations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hallelujah, yes! Things have changed in the past year. And, it got worse before it got better. However, the place I'm in now is much healthier and better than I was this time last year. MUCH better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) To have a better year. - &lt;em&gt;26 kind of sucked. I've cried a lot in the past 12 months. I'm hoping and praying that 27 is a little happier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Again, YES!! 27 was way better than 26. The past year has been good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've said it several times in the past couple months......... 25 was AWESOME. It really was so great. 26 SUCKED the big one. 27 has been in the middle and I'm ok with that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, I'm proud of looking back at where I was last year and seeing that I've&amp;nbsp;made major progress for 27. Honestly, I didn't set myself too hard. I was coming off of a rough year and was still dealing with a lot. So, my main goal was to get myself physically, mentally, and spiritually healthy. Mission is certainly being accomplished!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to all of you for joining me! Thanks for encouraging me and keeping up with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5928036955624177199?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5928036955624177199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5928036955624177199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5928036955624177199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5928036955624177199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/taking-inventory.html' title='Taking Inventory......'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-3473334722961789977</id><published>2011-08-23T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T06:21:00.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am sometimes a dork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Born in the 80s......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've mentioned more than once that my 10 year reunion was coming up. In fact, I've minorly been freaking out about it for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After all, some of these people I haven't seen in 10 years, despite going to school with them for up to 13 years. And, I was the fat girl. I mean, I was more than just that, but I *was* the fat girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was one of the smart ones (there were a lot of us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was one of the cheerleaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was the one that was in love with one of my best friends and held a torch all throughout high school (sound familiar?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was one of the ones that was completely involved in &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, while I've changed so much since then, there's still that part of me that is that high school girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being all of the above, I got myself on the planning committee. As we were planning and trying to make collages of years past, I found the following pictures.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The senior basketball players and cheerleaders. Recognize the ladies? Yep, they're Shannon, Ash, and Meg who I mention quite frequently on here. The boy on the far left..... oh, yeah, that was the one, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiDCYBdjkbM/TlGvpKp5YaI/AAAAAAAADuA/-w6iHJq7HSM/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiDCYBdjkbM/TlGvpKp5YaI/AAAAAAAADuA/-w6iHJq7HSM/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meg and I with our Cheerleading Coach, Miss Day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYPjvD6Hg84/TlGvrGlU4lI/AAAAAAAADuE/7hBQF23w8oA/s1600/IMG_0004a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYPjvD6Hg84/TlGvrGlU4lI/AAAAAAAADuE/7hBQF23w8oA/s320/IMG_0004a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meg, Ash, and I on Graduation Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnt9Vcqjsdk/TlGvsM8koYI/AAAAAAAADuI/pCVe9JgfEGQ/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tnt9Vcqjsdk/TlGvsM8koYI/AAAAAAAADuI/pCVe9JgfEGQ/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also got some pictures from our senior trip to Honduras........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A group of us girls in one of the villages we worked in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2rh-KI-xHw/TlGvsxlUXQI/AAAAAAAADuM/wJIdZuRkkmY/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2rh-KI-xHw/TlGvsxlUXQI/AAAAAAAADuM/wJIdZuRkkmY/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meg and a little girl who followed her around most of the week :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43Sts_qCeMk/TlGvunaie6I/AAAAAAAADuQ/ep429oTLjMQ/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43Sts_qCeMk/TlGvunaie6I/AAAAAAAADuQ/ep429oTLjMQ/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" width="207px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us playing a game with the village children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4tKqDRwtDE/TlGvwNKL5jI/AAAAAAAADuU/6JGSDZQRCOw/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4tKqDRwtDE/TlGvwNKL5jI/AAAAAAAADuU/6JGSDZQRCOw/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having a night out in a Honduran Pizza Hut, lol. We were NOT in favor of trying the local cuisine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEn03cKAMpM/TlGvwx9RzzI/AAAAAAAADuY/Rz0G9S_oJio/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEn03cKAMpM/TlGvwx9RzzI/AAAAAAAADuY/Rz0G9S_oJio/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meg and Ash with our translator. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XS8lKynlfow/TlGvx1AeUtI/AAAAAAAADuc/dsvwQpPSdmw/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XS8lKynlfow/TlGvx1AeUtI/AAAAAAAADuc/dsvwQpPSdmw/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Mich, Shannon, Ash, and Meg in front of our hotel room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu9pYxWvIqI/TlGvzKqOfHI/AAAAAAAADug/NkC0QJHCC58/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu9pYxWvIqI/TlGvzKqOfHI/AAAAAAAADug/NkC0QJHCC58/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The date of the reunion finally arrived - &lt;strong&gt;August 6, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the morning, a small group of us met at the school for a tour. Our little private Christian school has changed A LOT in ten years. Remember, Trevor just graduated from there, so I'd been back. However, most of our group hadn't, so it was really neat to walk through and remember all the years we spent there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Walking up to the school, I think everyone was nervous, lol. Luckily, it only took a few minutes for everyone to get comfortable and start catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and that boy I was so crazy about? He gave me a great big hug as soon as I walked up. He and the girl he started dating our junior year (who was a year behind us and a fellow cheerleader) got married and live in DC. They are a super sweet couple and were fun to hang out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I'd taken more pictures. There's a picture of all of us, but it's on someone else's camera. She has yet to post them, so we're working on the limited pictures I took :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon, Me, and Ash in front of one of the new buildings. Sadly, Meg and Mich couldn't make it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L0wgRs3moQ/TlGwAQ-HNpI/AAAAAAAADuk/sIkttKGKPUI/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L0wgRs3moQ/TlGwAQ-HNpI/AAAAAAAADuk/sIkttKGKPUI/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+042.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the tour, we said our good-byes and see ya laters (some weren't going to the evening event). The three of us and Ash's husband decided to go to lunch. We may or may not have had a small celebration over all&amp;nbsp;three of us being complimented on our appearance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*InsertTotallyVainSentence* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All three of us look better than we did 10 years ago and it was worth a bit of jubilation.&amp;nbsp;Then, we decided to go&amp;nbsp;shopping for accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See, we decided on an 80's Prom theme. We were born in the 80s (obviously) and never had prom (our conservative school doesn't allow dancing......... just banquets). It took a bit to get hyped for it, but by that day, we were giddy about our potential tackiness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ash offered to 80sfy me, so I went over to her house.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curler head........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1pkTimx76Y/TlGwBzRZkBI/AAAAAAAADuo/_qx9Vy9UEGM/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1pkTimx76Y/TlGwBzRZkBI/AAAAAAAADuo/_qx9Vy9UEGM/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+045.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shirley Temple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEwzVDXSjA/TlGwEeEIbrI/AAAAAAAADus/7m1rpo-u1oM/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEwzVDXSjA/TlGwEeEIbrI/AAAAAAAADus/7m1rpo-u1oM/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+047.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ssssseeeeexxxxyyyy............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NtXGgTDcnw/TlGwIH1KHVI/AAAAAAAADuw/dA_xoXrkptw/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NtXGgTDcnw/TlGwIH1KHVI/AAAAAAAADuw/dA_xoXrkptw/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+049.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To be perfectly honest, a lot of our classmates were &lt;strong&gt;lame &lt;/strong&gt;and didn't come. Just because. Like, one was actually downtown, at a bar, a block from the hotel we were having the event. Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those of us that did come were intent on having a great time. We even had a mock photo booth set up. Again, most of the pictures are on someone else's camera :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did manage to steal this one off of a FB.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xaDWV4seM-Q/TlMTJDB_BEI/AAAAAAAADv0/Z33j7Cd74PE/s1600/251503_2308593838465_1357912737_2737029_5960690_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xaDWV4seM-Q/TlMTJDB_BEI/AAAAAAAADv0/Z33j7Cd74PE/s320/251503_2308593838465_1357912737_2737029_5960690_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy and Jen did a great job with all the decorations (and their outfits)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_BDRvpRCEyU/TlGwKabgXhI/AAAAAAAADu4/BUPu7SIYdho/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_BDRvpRCEyU/TlGwKabgXhI/AAAAAAAADu4/BUPu7SIYdho/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+050.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our AWESOME 80's Cake.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GixaMnEfTb4/TlGwMjjyWqI/AAAAAAAADu8/3j9jtyGrKf0/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GixaMnEfTb4/TlGwMjjyWqI/AAAAAAAADu8/3j9jtyGrKf0/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+051.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ash, Shannon, and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eERNXj8_AJc/TlGwOivw88I/AAAAAAAADvA/bzfSBPGng8g/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eERNXj8_AJc/TlGwOivw88I/AAAAAAAADvA/bzfSBPGng8g/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+055.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ash and Michael&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NycaZYmsXyk/TlGwVo8d17I/AAAAAAAADvE/-riNIhkxaN4/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NycaZYmsXyk/TlGwVo8d17I/AAAAAAAADvE/-riNIhkxaN4/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+057.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molly, Ash, Kristen, and Emily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZh5J9VAjdk/TlGwY8HL6YI/AAAAAAAADvM/3GP3N8id0uY/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZh5J9VAjdk/TlGwY8HL6YI/AAAAAAAADvM/3GP3N8id0uY/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+060.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2frbE6_9T8/TlGwaqCZEoI/AAAAAAAADvQ/IhdkAYHOG98/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V2frbE6_9T8/TlGwaqCZEoI/AAAAAAAADvQ/IhdkAYHOG98/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+061.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corrie and I........ We were lifers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5A4zFIsNduU/TlGwccqDNdI/AAAAAAAADvU/EpU400Q7IR0/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5A4zFIsNduU/TlGwccqDNdI/AAAAAAAADvU/EpU400Q7IR0/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+064.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jen, Amy, and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsOanJ7F-w/TlGwePFvi8I/AAAAAAAADvY/lGVqwl4kOL0/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsOanJ7F-w/TlGwePFvi8I/AAAAAAAADvY/lGVqwl4kOL0/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+068.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dubs............ who has an outline of our county tatooed on his arm. PS - He was always a nice and funny guy in school. However, he had me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;crying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was laughing so hard that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Te-3XQ2KEZA/TlGwf2bTrpI/AAAAAAAADvc/y5d0YI82VGY/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Te-3XQ2KEZA/TlGwf2bTrpI/AAAAAAAADvc/y5d0YI82VGY/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+069.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Shannon, and Dubs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWO1givYPBo/TlGwiJ-5yfI/AAAAAAAADvg/kNGCXKMzohw/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWO1givYPBo/TlGwiJ-5yfI/AAAAAAAADvg/kNGCXKMzohw/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+070.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Lindsey, Ash, Shannon, and Dubs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7J2qbx3T-Q/TlGwkVaw66I/AAAAAAAADvk/InSTCXqZZaU/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7J2qbx3T-Q/TlGwkVaw66I/AAAAAAAADvk/InSTCXqZZaU/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+071.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molly and I.... It was SO great to reconnect with her. We were a part of a close group of friends in junior high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hI5TE2yC3C8/TlGwmfe3MFI/AAAAAAAADvo/oTSM8Sf-qO8/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hI5TE2yC3C8/TlGwmfe3MFI/AAAAAAAADvo/oTSM8Sf-qO8/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+074.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy and I....... We're in the same Sunday School class now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npIyVgRqzE0/TlGwoS4n-yI/AAAAAAAADvw/brp4KWj3qMI/s1600/10+Yr+Reunion+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-npIyVgRqzE0/TlGwoS4n-yI/AAAAAAAADvw/brp4KWj3qMI/s320/10+Yr+Reunion+075.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us non-lamos that came. All said, it was a nice turn out. There were only 56 of us in the entire class, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aR7DqaIlnzE/TlMVZ4ogNKI/AAAAAAAADv4/EDlunSMtEes/s1600/285418_2308595718512_1357912737_2737033_5510195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aR7DqaIlnzE/TlMVZ4ogNKI/AAAAAAAADv4/EDlunSMtEes/s320/285418_2308595718512_1357912737_2737033_5510195_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the night, a group of us went to Denny's (at like 1am) to continue the fun. Our feet were KILLING and our stomachs were hungry, so it was awesome to just sit and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, I had so much fun. There is something to be said about the people who saw you through all your awkwardness. And, it's fun to see how we're all turning out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see how the next ten years go, lol...........&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-3473334722961789977?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/3473334722961789977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=3473334722961789977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3473334722961789977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/3473334722961789977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/born-in-80s.html' title='Born in the 80s......'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiDCYBdjkbM/TlGvpKp5YaI/AAAAAAAADuA/-w6iHJq7HSM/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-6864815506052814456</id><published>2011-08-22T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:30:00.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Heart Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous People I&apos;ve Met'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Vacation in Cell Phone Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you're reading this, I'm currently enduring the "First Day Back to Work" syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know. Where you weed through 1000 emails and voicemails. Catch up on everything you've missed. Have everyone pulling at you to get done what you weren't getting done for the whole week you were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly, I love that first day back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, though, it shouldn't be horrible. It's the boss' birthday celebration, so we'll have a little more relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway....... I do have lots of things to post about. Here's a quick sneak peek via the few pictures I took on my phone throughout the week...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have Babydoll - Will Travel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VcPzhQCPaY/TlFemzxpENI/AAAAAAAADtg/m5o1rMoYuGE/s1600/0815011208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VcPzhQCPaY/TlFemzxpENI/AAAAAAAADtg/m5o1rMoYuGE/s320/0815011208.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We brought Lydia with us and she randomly decided to put her dolls in the suitcases. She was very serious about it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spaghetti Face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlNJymGlhyQ/TlFeqwzMKTI/AAAAAAAADtk/4U2XyYIKllc/s1600/0815011948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlNJymGlhyQ/TlFeqwzMKTI/AAAAAAAADtk/4U2XyYIKllc/s320/0815011948.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I DID IT!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvPuw2Cbduo/TlFet2Be2QI/AAAAAAAADto/G2ghKkGvfHY/s1600/IMG958508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvPuw2Cbduo/TlFet2Be2QI/AAAAAAAADto/G2ghKkGvfHY/s320/IMG958508.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were at PF Chang's and I was using chopsticks. My mother and stepsister weren't so successful. Lydia wanted to try and we told her, &lt;em&gt;"No. You won't be able to work these."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Darnit if the girl didn't pick up her food on&amp;nbsp;the first try. She squealed with delight and then used them for most of her meal, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Horsie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRWmrdXg1Y/TlFewKOyaCI/AAAAAAAADts/JlSkXDV-fns/s1600/0816012122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVRWmrdXg1Y/TlFewKOyaCI/AAAAAAAADts/JlSkXDV-fns/s320/0816012122.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Backstage with Rascal Flatts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6lyxXwgbAY/TlFezP9qlZI/AAAAAAAADtw/dZ7W4cFXGgA/s1600/0819011945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6lyxXwgbAY/TlFezP9qlZI/AAAAAAAADtw/dZ7W4cFXGgA/s320/0819011945.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G thoroughly enjoying his favorite RF song, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlKP3olOTbg/TlFe1RTJkzI/AAAAAAAADt0/amP29ZaHBio/s1600/0819012128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KlKP3olOTbg/TlFe1RTJkzI/AAAAAAAADt0/amP29ZaHBio/s320/0819012128.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanie!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voZuizBH6JQ/TlFsTnw3_6I/AAAAAAAADt8/Tx5EfFrKhlc/s1600/0820010036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voZuizBH6JQ/TlFsTnw3_6I/AAAAAAAADt8/Tx5EfFrKhlc/s320/0820010036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture I took and texted to my friend, in response to her text of a Butterfinger Milkshake that she was enjoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look Out, Disney Animators!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEteLa8AlVs/TlFe35zRAbI/AAAAAAAADt4/0UQTrzwKoW0/s1600/0820011903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEteLa8AlVs/TlFe35zRAbI/AAAAAAAADt4/0UQTrzwKoW0/s320/0820011903.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As many times as I've been to Disney, I'd NEVER headed to the Animation Studios in Hollywood Studios. Never. I'd always disregarded it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;we decided to check it out. Turns out that they have drawing classes. It's totally free. In 25 minutes, they'll lead you step-by-step in drawing a character. Ours was Minnie Mouse. Above is my effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I had SO much fun doing it. That will definitely be one of my stops at all my HS visits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-6864815506052814456?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/6864815506052814456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=6864815506052814456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6864815506052814456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/6864815506052814456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/vacation-in-cell-phone-pictures.html' title='Vacation in Cell Phone Pictures'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VcPzhQCPaY/TlFemzxpENI/AAAAAAAADtg/m5o1rMoYuGE/s72-c/0815011208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-2731896231533689802</id><published>2011-08-21T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:22:26.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after a glorious week off, tomorrow I go back to work. Blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, I'll also try to get back into the swing of blogging. This week should be busy...... the topper being my 28th Birthday (I love birthdays!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you could live in any other time period, which would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably the 20s. I just like that time period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your favorite topic to write on your blog other than a meme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to recap events. I know they're probably boring reads, but it will help me remember for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What are some traits that you admire in a lover?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny, kind, charismatic, Christian, good with kids..... to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Could you adjust to life in another country?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy. I should probably try to adjust living in another STATE first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you could study anything, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmmmm...... I'd like to know more about the history of the entertainment industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a book about the history of the mafia that I intend to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your favorite possession that cost less than $15?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Which color do you wear most often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red and Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What has been your “theme song”, or favorite song this summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Marry Me" by Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Save Me, San Fransisco" by Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Long Hot Summer" by Keith Urban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Good Life" by OneRepublic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What's the most romantic thing that's ever been said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually it was said to my mom, in front of me.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just want you to know that your daughter is the most amazing girl in the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What would be your dream birthday cake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing as my birthday is on Thursday, I've been thinking about what sounds good. Usually, I like Red Velvet, but Trev and Megan both had Red Velvet for their graduation cakes. So, I want something different.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate with Cream Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate with Peanut Butter (a local bakery we have makes the yummiest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marble Cake with Chocolate Icing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touring St Jude always strikes me as an amazing experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing backstage at a Taylor Swift concert and seeing the crowd from (basically) her view.... totally cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being at the Amp when (basically) no one was there and all the seats were empty..... totally cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating Thanksgiving Dinner on top of the World Trade Center (Windows on the World)........ it was cool then, but it takes on a whole new meaning now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-2731896231533689802?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/2731896231533689802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=2731896231533689802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/2731896231533689802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/2731896231533689802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunday-stealing.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-772686352770613490</id><published>2011-08-17T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:46:36.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, not really wisdom. But, just tidbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm on vacation this week. YAY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family and I have spent the past four days hanging out in a timeshare at a nice resort. We've swam, we've done Disney, we've done a water park...... basically, we've had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, no work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is the best part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a few things I've learned.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I rock at not getting sunburned. One day at Disney.... One day at Aquatica. NO sunburn. I even have a hint of a tan. I may have gone through a bottle and a half of spray sunscreen, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TMI Alert ------ I will ALWAYS start my period when I'm on a trip. Always. &lt;em&gt;Every. single. time.&lt;/em&gt; I've gone out of town in the past two years. Without fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently autocorrect doesn't like the way we Southerners spell "ya'll"......... They want to say "y'all". Hate to break it to you, autocorrect, but I win. Ok, so that's not really important, but I found it interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight Watchers. I've sort of thrown it out the window this week. And, while I've brought my workout clothes, I've yet to make it to the gym. And, I'm trying really hard not to feel guilty about it. Here's the thing.......... I've been working really hard at this weightloss thing. Especially over the last year. But, it's almost become an obsession. To the point that if I eat a good meal or if I go more than a day without working out, I start to stress. Like, big time. I actually&amp;nbsp;ask my family&amp;nbsp;if I look like I'm gaining weight. Constantly. So, I made the decision to try to go on vacation like a normal person. My breakfast and lunch each day have been reasonable........ more points than I'd normally eat, but still reasonable. For dinner, we've been going out. And, I have been indulging. But, I've either split meals or only eaten half. Still, more than I normally eat, but not insane. I know I've probably gained a few pounds, but I'm going to go back from vacation like a normal person. Meaning, I'll go back to my normal eating and exercise when we get back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone is having a great week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-772686352770613490?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/772686352770613490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=772686352770613490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/772686352770613490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/772686352770613490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/wednesday-wisdom.html' title='Wednesday Wisdom'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-5001897905278466484</id><published>2011-08-09T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:56:07.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensory Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever had situations where the noise of the world is competing so fiercely with the thoughts in your head, that you feel like you're going insane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No? Just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, I've had instances where I need absolute silence or I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me start off with the fact that I work in a radio station, so I'm surrounded constantly by music (duh, Jessica). Most of the time, I love it. However, sometimes, the different genres do not meld well and it creates NOISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a week ago, I got in my car and was just so in need of silence. I turned off the radio and just drove in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, last night we had a concert. It was non-stop NOISE for about five hours. I couldn't get away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter this morning.... I'm tired, I'm kind of cranky, and I'm slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, in a single instance, I got bombarded with about five different sounds at one time. So, I posted this on FB...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica ﻿&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;feels like she's going insane...... I can hear whatever is coming out of WABC,&amp;nbsp;WXYZ is playing "How Bizarre", someone is blaring Adele's "Rolling in the Deep", and then someone is laughing really, really loud. #SensoryOverload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Only, then one of my coworkers took slight offense because she apparently was one of the people laughing. I honestly couldn't tell who it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Regardless..... &lt;em&gt;whoops&lt;/em&gt; on ticking someone off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;My whole point is that sometimes it becomes too much. God gave us five senses, but sometimes they can be overloaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I feel deep, deep sympathy for people with SI issues/Autism/Aspergers/etc who go through this 24 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Honestly, I don't know what my MAIN point is............. just that I need to find a quiet corner and quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-5001897905278466484?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/5001897905278466484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=5001897905278466484&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5001897905278466484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/5001897905278466484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/sensory-overload.html' title='Sensory Overload'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-1598657434746420022</id><published>2011-08-05T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:16:16.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Life: I'm an AllAmericanPostWhateverIsOnMyMind Blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrsmonologues.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sites.google.com/site/fabulousbutevilsite/files/tl2.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;wonderfully sarcastic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mrsmonologues.com/"&gt;Mrs. Monologues&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has gone into partnership with &lt;a href="http://www.fabulousbutevil.com/"&gt;Fabulous But Evil&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to host a blogger series... "True Life: I'm a ____ blogger!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds fun, no? Mrs. M recently did a post about the type of Bloggers there are (which I'm assuming this series was born from)..... Fluff Bloggers, Food Bloggers, Mommy Bloggers, etc, etc, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her I'm the Skitzo Blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's because I basically&amp;nbsp;am, lol. Whatever is in my head, will come out on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To read my blog is to read about any amount of various topics.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Attempts%20to%20eat%20healthy"&gt;My Attempts to eat healthy&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/I%20will%20eventually%20be%20hawt"&gt;Eventually be Hawt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/I%20Heart%20Disney"&gt;love for Disney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/St%20Jude"&gt;St Jude&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/family"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Friends"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/%22The%22%20Guy"&gt;The Guy&lt;/a&gt; (long saga through which my &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Bloggy%20Friendships"&gt;Bloggy Friends&lt;/a&gt; have been wonderfully supportive).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very often you'll be graced with &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Jess%27%20Views%20on%20Mindless%20Entertainment"&gt;my view on mindless entertainment&lt;/a&gt;, my refusal to talk politics, the things that &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Inspiration"&gt;inspire me&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Seriously%3F"&gt;things that astound me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, my blog will be a &lt;a href="http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/search/label/Jess%20All%20Over%20America"&gt;travel blog&lt;/a&gt;. Other times, it will be about the famous people I've met (I'm working on tagging those posts, hence the non-link).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, you'll just get random self-portaits of me.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NlUfCcky4Q/Tjv6exweGpI/AAAAAAAADtY/7CnJHHIV2YI/s1600/64996_1775834795142_1217510229_2068251_4493160_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NlUfCcky4Q/Tjv6exweGpI/AAAAAAAADtY/7CnJHHIV2YI/s320/64996_1775834795142_1217510229_2068251_4493160_n.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOi2upCC7jI/Tjv6heOrlBI/AAAAAAAADtc/yFXGrH4OrE8/s1600/0709001205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOi2upCC7jI/Tjv6heOrlBI/AAAAAAAADtc/yFXGrH4OrE8/s320/0709001205.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..... just to name a few examples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To know me is to know this.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm 27....... almost 28 (eeek).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See these pics to your right? -------&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love those kids. They aren't mine, but I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I work in radio (one of the reasons I've met a lot of famous people). It's fun, stressful, and crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the occassional Meme, but I hate the term "Meme."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Join me as I narrate my life!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4762345038309484326-1598657434746420022?l=allamericanjess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/feeds/1598657434746420022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4762345038309484326&amp;postID=1598657434746420022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1598657434746420022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4762345038309484326/posts/default/1598657434746420022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allamericanjess.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-life-im-allamericanpostwhateveriso.html' title='True Life: I&apos;m an AllAmericanPostWhateverIsOnMyMind Blogger!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822486137387353123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94GCV6x5kIo/TUY7rnZeELI/AAAAAAAADCA/f6ub-F8XftU/s220/Sept%2B2010%2B076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8NlUfCcky4Q/Tjv6exweGpI/AAAAAAAADtY/7CnJHHIV2YI/s72-c/64996_1775834795142_1217510229_2068251_4493160_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762345038309484326.post-1875028149095099276</id><published>2011-08-04T05:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T05:10:01.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi In Florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal'/><title type='text'>Even the Adults Need a Day to Play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last full day Heidi, Mike, and the kids were here, the big kids decided to go play. I took the day off, Trevor skipped school,&amp;nbsp;and we went to Universal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First on the list!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FLs7-82RzxU/TfFzA-XwzKI/AAAAAAAADVc/YrwlUknWwp4/s1600/Heidi+-+Adults+Day+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FLs7-82RzxU/TfFzA-XwzKI/AAAAAAAADVc/YrwlUknWwp4/s320/Heidi+-+Adults+Day+001.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi didn't get to ride any of the adult rides when she was there, so we rode them all. Mike and I, however, were riding buddies. Heidi and Trevor both felt sick to their stomachs, so we rode and rode. We rode the "Dragon Challenge" five times in a row, among other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once we'd done everything we wanted at Islands of Adventure, we left to eat lunch before walking over to the Studios. We settled 
