<?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-8593028650672972815</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:39:56.343-07:00</updated><category term='blogs'/><title type='text'>JESSIBELLA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6781084170810067938</id><published>2012-01-04T23:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:09:53.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless participation</title><content type='html'>“Letting go, of course, is a scary enterprise for those of us who believe that the world revolves only because it has a handle on the top of it which we personally turn, and that if we were to drop this handle for even a moment, well—that would be the end of the universe. But try dropping it…Sit quietly for now and cease your relentless participation. Watch what happens. The birds do not crash dead out of the sky in mid-flight, after all. The trees do not wither and die, the rivers do not run red with blood. Life continues to go on…”&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6781084170810067938?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6781084170810067938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6781084170810067938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6781084170810067938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6781084170810067938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2012/01/relentless-participation.html' title='Relentless participation'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3250554815641931878</id><published>2011-11-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:45:51.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend update</title><content type='html'>Did my biannual post on our shared blog. &lt;a href="http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-weekend-2011.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to hear about our loungy&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3250554815641931878?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3250554815641931878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3250554815641931878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3250554815641931878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3250554815641931878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-weekend-update.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend update'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4810339691340939048</id><published>2011-08-04T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:08:15.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss all y'all</title><content type='html'>Remember when I used to blog? With enthusiasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I used to comment on everyone else's blog telling them I enjoyed reading and thanking them for sharing?&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I still read everyone else's posts, I'm just a bit tired and blah lately.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4810339691340939048?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4810339691340939048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4810339691340939048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4810339691340939048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4810339691340939048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/08/miss-all-yall.html' title='Miss all y&apos;all'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6918599316562580400</id><published>2011-07-15T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:15:33.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared blog</title><content type='html'>Our shared blog was set to private and I dunno why. It's opened again to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6918599316562580400?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6918599316562580400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6918599316562580400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6918599316562580400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6918599316562580400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/07/shared-blog.html' title='Shared blog'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3085819549548289252</id><published>2011-07-14T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:53:30.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the summer go?</title><content type='html'>It's odd how this time last summer, I was being told (by someone that will remain anonymous) how terrible a person I was and that the kids were suffering because of my selfishness. I guess the tables have turned and they've had an awesome summer with David and myself. Interesting how it all works out... I never was selfish, I just hadn't finished my mind reading courses to know what the girls needed of me. Many more things have came to light since then too. Remember the story Nameless told about me going to jail? Not true, never been in my life. And that I was going to slash the tires to their automobile? Also, not true. The length Nameless went to to ensure other people disliked me just as much as they did. Or still do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset. I'm somewhat impressed by the creativity and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really going to miss Dave's youngest daughter when she goes home for the school year. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I found an airfare deal (rare, right?) and purchased tickets for Cindy and Macaila to fly to SLC November 3rd-8th. Fly 2 kids round trip for the price of one. So it won't be too long before they'll be with us again. It's not to say I won't miss Cindy, she just has spent most of her time at her grandparents in Provo. She will be missed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a quick summary of all the things we've done this summer on our shared blog:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-fun.html"&gt;http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-fun.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the list isn't even finished. I am hosting a big party when we drive Macaila to Texas, for all their friends to come over, we can meet them and see how their life is there. I think that everything we've done with the girls has been a blast. I don't want us to have the&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Disneyland%20Dad"&gt; 'Disneyland Daddy' syndrome&lt;/a&gt; but Salt Lake City has some amazing entertainment and we've tried to pack in tons of fun in 6 short weeks. Summers are supposed to be fun, especially before you graduate and go to college, take summer semester, get a job and summer means nothing but heat anymore. We're building memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to anyone (my boss) who works full time, has children and still can blog/post pictures. Cause I'm an absolute FAIL at it lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3085819549548289252?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3085819549548289252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3085819549548289252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3085819549548289252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3085819549548289252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/07/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where did the summer go?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3730988638716928371</id><published>2011-06-14T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:49:10.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sippin' on a cold glass of Haterade</title><content type='html'>I will remind myself as I write this to &lt;b&gt;not whine&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;i&gt;complain.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I do feel tested and picked on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I just am so bugged. &lt;/span&gt;With everything. I've been sipping on the Haterade. I'm not outwardly pissy. Just kinda sullen and full of scowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got moved into our new apartment and I love it. We have a much larger main bedroom and the other bedroom is all set up for visitors. I am addicted to Netflix when I'm not at work and I don't see a problem with that. It's my new coping skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's youngest daughter is flying in Thursday and will be with us until the end of July. I have tonight and tomorrow night to reform. No more coming home, ripping off my pants and bra and then&amp;nbsp;proceeding&amp;nbsp;to lounge in my unders and a tank all night. Nope, I gotta keep this 14 year old girl BUSY. I don't want to hear that &lt;i&gt;she is bored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Not once, all summer.&lt;/b&gt; But we are still going to do things on the cheap. Gotta teach kids that happiness is not just found in money.&lt;br /&gt;Dave's 15 year old daughter, Cindy, flew in from Texas on June 1st and will be departing Utah on July 8th. She is spending most of her time in Provo with her grandparents but I am doing my best to bribe her to hang out at our place. At least for Father's Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And Dave's oldest daughter, Stacy, will be turning 17 this Thursday. Stacy will be staying in Colorado this summer unless things turn in our favor and we get to see her. It would be awesome to have all of Dave's daughters here at the same time but it's not looking likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The weather is nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Scooter riding and taking walks in the park. And this is where my bad mood comes in. My scooter is making a noise. It sounds muffled and has a clunking to it when I turn it off. Definitely not normal. I found a guy on KSL Classifieds who will do an oil and gear oil change for $25. A carb clean for $15 and a tune up for $25. That's amazingly cheap! But, every time I've tried to get this guy to meet up, he dodges me. So I've moved on. I found another KSL Classified listing that looked good and called. The person sounded so familiar but I didn't say anything. I looked him up on Facebook and this family friend just opened a motorcycle shop. The one I am taking my scooter to tomorrow evening. Sweet deal. I wonder if I will get a homie hookup? Hahaha, kidding. Naw really though, I would like a discount for being friends/neighbors since we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt; lately. My normal volume of pumps coming in the door is 50 or less. That's a tolerable day. I've been having 80, 120 and on Friday, a 200+ pump day. Insanity. I really don't like asking for help but at the same time, I really don't like looking&amp;nbsp;incompetent. Catch 22?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;b&gt;absolutely BANANAS.&lt;/b&gt; I was headed out the door to work and there was a note sticking out of our mailbox. I stuffed it in my purse and headed to work. Reading the note alerts me that our neighbor believes that we bumped her car and left a dent. Awesome start to the day, right?! Did I &amp;nbsp;mention that I have allergies that are keeping me between really drugged and miserable? I wasn't feeling exactly top notch before reading the note. On her handwritten, lined notebook paper, she stated that she wasn't mad but simply that she wanted her car fixed. Hmmm. And that it happened Monday morning. She thought putting the time would help me be informed but she wrote the note at 12:30am on Tuesday and my husband left for work Monday at 4:25 am. That is a HUGE gap to not notice a big old dent. Summary, an officer came out and look at it, measured and told her to call her insurance. He said it wasn't our car that dented hers. He didn't ticket my husband or make us relinquish our insurance info. The officer did find it interesting that her car has scratches and dings all over but she was making a big deal of this dent. Maybe because someone was available to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, I forgot we were having a potluck at work. A potluck I organized. GD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to this day of wondrous fun, I called our old landlord to see where our deposit might be. When we moved into that old garbage bin, the lease agreement was with K and then her ex husband, R, took over and everything went to crap. He says she has our deposit money, she is unreachable. R says the new tenant might sue him for the carpet being bad and other little issues. I call the new tenant ( I found her on KSL when R asked me to post an ad for the apartment) and she tells a different tale. She says he is dishonest and responds days later. Sounds familiar. I just don't think he is prepared to be a landlord. He did slip me some secret about him having a substance problem when we were moving out and honestly, I don't believe that was his smartest decision. So I will look into filing at small claims. I don't know if I should file 2 separate cases for R and K or file it as one with both their names on it... Or just forget the $500. I highly doubt I will just let that go though. $500 is a lot of funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a bad mood goose due to &lt;strong&gt;allergies&lt;/strong&gt;, a fussy &lt;strong&gt;scooter&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;jerk ex landlord&lt;/strong&gt;, accusing &lt;strong&gt;new nei&lt;/strong&gt;ghbor and&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;separation&amp;nbsp;anxiety&lt;/strong&gt; of pantless nights with my Netflix (when Macaila arrives). Soon enough I will have a post of things I am loving in life and lots of pics of our awesome summer with Dave's daughters. Don't hold your breath for that post though cause I can't find the link to my Blogger from my Google Account home page. That's a valid excuse, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3730988638716928371?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3730988638716928371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3730988638716928371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3730988638716928371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3730988638716928371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/06/sippin-on-cold-glass-of-haterade.html' title='Sippin&apos; on a cold glass of Haterade'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3990874696828113426</id><published>2011-05-11T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:25:37.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which apartment to reside in for the next 12 months???</title><content type='html'>I am having a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;major debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over what apartment to pursue. So maybe the masses can help me rationalize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving because:&lt;br /&gt;The original landlord,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, turned over the property to her ex-husband with the divorce. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ex-husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, R, is kind of....&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; unprofessional.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We have had to ask him repeatedly for a mailing address because he likes to pop by for the rent. And we'd rather mail it off and not see him.&lt;br /&gt;A couple&amp;nbsp;moved out of Unit D without notice or anything.&amp;nbsp;Because he didn't have a key, he broke a window to get in. And the glass was in our kitty water. &lt;br /&gt;He swore at our feral cats and within the week,&amp;nbsp;two of them&amp;nbsp;went missing and we haven't seen them since. These kittens were coming for dinner EVERYDAY at the same time for nearly 5 months. And then gone.&amp;nbsp; We think he did something... (Yes, we are big&amp;nbsp;tenderhearts but we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; these baby kitties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He re carpeted that apartment, new tile, painted and put in new appliances. When we asked for some updates, he said that it would raise our rent. Our carpet is yucky! Dave painted the whole place cause the beigey color looked just dirty. Our microwave only works after &lt;strong&gt;10 tries (it has an electrical short&lt;/strong&gt;) and the range runs about &lt;strong&gt;60 degrees hotter&lt;/strong&gt; than the dial indicates. Did I ever mention the nacho fire? No? There was a fire. That oven is insane and I can't bake there. I love to bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Landlord R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;how much rent is in the newly remodeled unit.... it's &lt;strong&gt;the same&lt;/strong&gt; as it was prior to the giant revamp. &lt;u&gt;Strange, right?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt; We inquired because we would like a 2 bedroom for when Dave's daughters come to visit and the potential to have a.... baby. (More on that later)&amp;nbsp;Our apartment is less than 500 square feet. It's COZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Landlord R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was going to move into &lt;u&gt;Unit D&lt;/u&gt; with his new fiance. And then the story changed. A friend of his that was going to do maintenance work was going to move in. And then... a&amp;nbsp;strangle lady&amp;nbsp;moved into Unit D while we were in Arizona. She has an adult son and we can hear him through the walls. And they are both&amp;nbsp;total thunderfeet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor next door in &lt;u&gt;Unit B&lt;/u&gt; has been there before us. His unit is the same size but he is single. Terminally single. He plays &lt;strong&gt;Call of Duty&lt;/strong&gt; until nearly midnight every night and he has a VERY loud surround system that comes right through the walls. &lt;br /&gt;And that is the story of why we want to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll call one Taylorsville and one Murray. I don't care if friends and family know where we are, but the world is a &lt;strong&gt;creepy place&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylorsville. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Bedroom, 1 Bathroom. 900 square feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(We looked at the basement unit, available now. &lt;strong&gt;Buuut,&lt;/strong&gt; while we were visiting, they were posting a notice for the woman upstairs &lt;strong&gt;to evict&lt;/strong&gt;. Apparently she has a newspaper route but doesn't deliver it? The whole porch was covered with boxes of papers. The leasing agency has told her to clean them up but apparently they've had it. She has 2 kids and we could hear them while we were viewing the place downstairs. So, we are hoping to take her unit Mid June. No more upstairs neighbors! And there is a balcony. Dave has a major love of balconies.)&lt;br /&gt;Rent includes water, sewer, trash and includes one reserved, covered parking space.&lt;br /&gt;Large Unit, Spacious Open Floor Plan, Big Kitchen &amp;amp; Dining Room.&lt;br /&gt;Central Air Conditioning, Large Walk-in Closets, Low Utility Costs.&lt;br /&gt;Washer/Dryer Hook-ups. &lt;br /&gt;Located on a Quiet Cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wv7zidsvQE/TcrgTXHdKkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vKvqpPdrUwA/s1600/Taylorsville3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wv7zidsvQE/TcrgTXHdKkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vKvqpPdrUwA/s320/Taylorsville3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big BIG living room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kzoetWKzX4/TcrgU6j9E-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Rxo-zEfvnnc/s1600/Taylorsville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kzoetWKzX4/TcrgU6j9E-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Rxo-zEfvnnc/s320/Taylorsville.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside view. Not bad looking.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The downfalls I am seeing to this place? &lt;br /&gt;We want the upstairs unit and would &lt;strong&gt;have to wait&lt;/strong&gt; until Mid June. Macaila is coming to visit&amp;nbsp;mid June too&amp;nbsp;and I want to have a space ready for her. Cindy will be here June 1st to July 7th&amp;nbsp;and it's undetermined if she will want to stay a&amp;nbsp; few weekends or so with us. I would still like to have it available so they feel welcome.&lt;br /&gt;There is washer dryer hookups but not the actual appliance. We could buy some OR take laundry to the mat. (Very undesired!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The neighbors are a bit batty&lt;/strong&gt;. We chatted with the soon to be evicted lady and her friend that lived there. They were smoking on the front porch. They both were missing some teeth. They explained that everyone there is good friends and really chill. Most people would love that idea. Dave and myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We say hi to our neighbors and go inside. We keep to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;The carpets aren't in good condition. I wonder if they will replace them in Mrs. Evicted's unit before we would move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small farm right over the fence. Less than 20 feet from the front door/side balcony. A bunch of horses, 2 lambs and a bunny in a tiny little hutch (poor guy). We smelled it before we looked over the fence and saw what it is. Can we live with the &lt;strong&gt;smell of horse crap&lt;/strong&gt; right outside our door? &lt;br /&gt;So. That sums up Taylorsville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murray:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Bedroom, 1 Bathroom. 700 square feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Washer and Dryer in unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered Parking. Water/Sewer/Trash Service&lt;br /&gt;Resident Pays Gas and Electric. (It's on Murray Power too. Isn't it rumored to be much cheaper than Rocky Mountain power?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVvE8pH7kxY/Tcrjm2iAJmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SeaZ9HUWkzA/s1600/Murray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVvE8pH7kxY/Tcrjm2iAJmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SeaZ9HUWkzA/s320/Murray.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside. Cute, right? Top left would be us.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uK84O-vfem0/Tcrjnt5hKrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/galhQBM8u5A/s1600/Murray2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uK84O-vfem0/Tcrjnt5hKrI/AAAAAAAAAzM/galhQBM8u5A/s320/Murray2.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stacking washer/dryer in kitchen area.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiLrrAb0AqM/TcrjoeJ58lI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oru1J2XmycE/s1600/Murray3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiLrrAb0AqM/TcrjoeJ58lI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oru1J2XmycE/s320/Murray3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen is pretty small but clean and new. &lt;br /&gt;Not as small as this pic makes it seem though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrFPcaGT1WQ/Tcrjow-jE2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/J60-qvll0zw/s1600/Murray4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrFPcaGT1WQ/Tcrjow-jE2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/J60-qvll0zw/s320/Murray4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bathroom. Again, bigger than the pictures depict.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't many cons to this place. Everyone seems nice and friendly, it's in a good location. That little window AC unit is a concern though... Does that cool the whole place? &lt;br /&gt;The paint looks like it needs refreshed but we are capable of that.&lt;br /&gt;The carpets are newer and the tile is in good condition. &lt;br /&gt;Rent is $25 less. We would be able to move the last weekend of May and have it ready for&amp;nbsp;Dave's daughters&amp;nbsp;to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Parking is a bit limited. &lt;br /&gt;It's near Murray Park so we can enjoy the park and fireworks in the summer. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feedback people! I don't know why I am debating over this. I have become less confident in decision making as life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3990874696828113426?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3990874696828113426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3990874696828113426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3990874696828113426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3990874696828113426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/05/which-apartment-to-reside-in-for-next.html' title='Which apartment to reside in for the next 12 months???'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wv7zidsvQE/TcrgTXHdKkI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vKvqpPdrUwA/s72-c/Taylorsville3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8644932820884602524</id><published>2011-04-24T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:59:59.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am loving: Part 2</title><content type='html'>I'm a pretty lame blogger lately. Just posting pics of things I like? Whole lotta substance there. Well, I'm back with more pictures of things that make me smile. More than likely, this will not be the last time either.&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/-8T00AeTb5bk/TbTepqon4eI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5ojY85MuzsA/s1600/5644597779_dcbc6563f4_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T00AeTb5bk/TbTepqon4eI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5ojY85MuzsA/s320/5644597779_dcbc6563f4_o.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My husband is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Late night trip to Wally world for who knows what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found that cute pig though!&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/-UaYrIfxOHV0/TbTep1JO_QI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aU71aXYuZ-w/s1600/5651562409_61f9aedb04_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaYrIfxOHV0/TbTep1JO_QI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aU71aXYuZ-w/s320/5651562409_61f9aedb04_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hawaiian restaurants with the best signs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And best chicken katsu I've had in SLC.&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/-0wiCoDxBn5U/TbTeuCWdGmI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5XNe1g_CHm8/s1600/sunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wiCoDxBn5U/TbTeuCWdGmI/AAAAAAAAAxk/5XNe1g_CHm8/s320/sunny.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tricky spring in Utah. One day it's convertible weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the next we have snow on the lawn.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpHt5EGlLr8/TbTeuuvzQ-I/AAAAAAAAAxo/LaKf-8UZocU/s1600/Cosmetic+case.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MpHt5EGlLr8/TbTeuuvzQ-I/AAAAAAAAAxo/LaKf-8UZocU/s320/Cosmetic+case.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finally finally bite the bullet and replaced my D&amp;amp;G cosmetic case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was a landmark for me cause the one on the right was sinfully old.&amp;nbsp;&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/-2zMbmSw1Kmg/TbTevTrfRCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/_GL5mM6Z420/s1600/Sister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zMbmSw1Kmg/TbTevTrfRCI/AAAAAAAAAxs/_GL5mM6Z420/s320/Sister.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My youngest sister and me getting sunburns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While selling the flower bows my mom makes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the hats my other sister crochets/knits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the skirts my youngest sister makes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's wearing one and everyone should buy one cause they are cute!&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/-A1EG4ISvgPc/TbTev0_WsnI/AAAAAAAAAxw/YoYDoS1dYXc/s1600/5625704279_5a77d4d161_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1EG4ISvgPc/TbTev0_WsnI/AAAAAAAAAxw/YoYDoS1dYXc/s320/5625704279_5a77d4d161_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Airborne Arena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.airbornesports.com/"&gt;http://www.airbornesports.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, a giant warehouse space covered in trampolines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Open space, foam pit and dogdeball court, all on trampolines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="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/-HrucEe5KaHY/TbTewaV-s-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/hS4q8jFwz-4/s1600/Dresses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrucEe5KaHY/TbTewaV-s-I/AAAAAAAAAx0/hS4q8jFwz-4/s320/Dresses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Make some Spring dresses for my nieces. Cute cute cute!&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/-KYskdLrC9fk/TbTew88b2dI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ljs7oHjUYtc/s1600/Cinnamon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYskdLrC9fk/TbTew88b2dI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ljs7oHjUYtc/s320/Cinnamon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom used to do this when I was younger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Put on a small of water, sprinkle in a generous amount of cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and set to a low boil. Makes your house smell so good!&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/-svxySCnzn9w/TbTexbyE6aI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4ymcHwJnKMg/s1600/Pig+Tissue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-svxySCnzn9w/TbTexbyE6aI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4ymcHwJnKMg/s320/Pig+Tissue.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Target has Kleenex boxes with spring animals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I love pigs. Had to get it!&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/-tuBGmiHVtSw/TbTexnhs6UI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mT9esRe7GJA/s1600/Pigs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tuBGmiHVtSw/TbTexnhs6UI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mT9esRe7GJA/s320/Pigs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I love pigs. Old pig on the left. New guy on the right.&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/-s_7Xshy5Upo/TbTeyFA5gQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/uHkbBkZCKSM/s1600/Erasers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_7Xshy5Upo/TbTeyFA5gQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/uHkbBkZCKSM/s320/Erasers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Strange little 'SillErasers'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Erasers that can be disassembled and reassembled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have NO use for these beyond cute factor.&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/-AehXEOVHmJc/TbTe2CaJD-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/2jm7hhldZsw/s1600/5638422952_b5e945f20d_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AehXEOVHmJc/TbTe2CaJD-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/2jm7hhldZsw/s320/5638422952_b5e945f20d_o.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Potlucks at work that are really awesome and everything comes out delish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Except that one thing... It was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Awesome news! We are leaving Thursday afternoon to drive to Phoenix, Arizona. We are headed to see Dave's youngest sister that lives there. We are going to see the AZ Diamondbacks (Dave's favorite baseball team) play the Chicago Cubs. I hope we find time to go float the Salt River and of course, go to the Lush store. It'll be nice to get out of Utah again. Idaho last month was only for a day or so and this is a short trip too but still very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS, Anyone on my Facebook saw me asking about flat iron brand preferences. I finally got my &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P260921&amp;amp;categoryId=B70#BVRRWidgetID"&gt;GHD iron&lt;/a&gt; and it is absolutely amazing. My hair gets so straight and stays really soft. I'd&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;it to anyone that flat irons their hair&amp;nbsp;regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8644932820884602524?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8644932820884602524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8644932820884602524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8644932820884602524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8644932820884602524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/04/things-i-am-loving-part-2.html' title='Things I am loving: Part 2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T00AeTb5bk/TbTepqon4eI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5ojY85MuzsA/s72-c/5644597779_dcbc6563f4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2648043671323685811</id><published>2011-04-18T21:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:37:23.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name</title><content type='html'>I have the urge to do away with Jessibella and change my online identy to Jambi the Genie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2648043671323685811?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2648043671323685811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2648043671323685811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2648043671323685811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2648043671323685811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7302050133228302273</id><published>2011-04-07T13:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:01:15.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I awesome sauce all this!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share a list of things I am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;super loving&lt;/span&gt; lately and maybe some of you can enjoy it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parks and Recreation from NBC. Amy Poehler is funny! April reminds me of someone at work. I dislike that person but&amp;nbsp;in a more fond way now that someone has made bitchiness sorta funny.&amp;nbsp;But Aubrey Plaza (plays April, far right)&amp;nbsp;is actually pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YehvQsOeISU/TZ4Lek0lVGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fB6cB9Na9Xw/s1600/parks-and-recreation-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YehvQsOeISU/TZ4Lek0lVGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fB6cB9Na9Xw/s320/parks-and-recreation-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicstraws.com/"&gt;Magic Milk Straws from &lt;em&gt;got milk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&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/-fDdMRPts0AY/TZ4NxN0ycFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lYk8tn-C7f4/s1600/milkies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDdMRPts0AY/TZ4NxN0ycFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lYk8tn-C7f4/s320/milkies.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't drink milk cause it tastes like yeck to me. But I do love flavored milk. But I don't drink those cause they are really high in calories, fat and sugars. I was thinking about optimal things I can do for my health at my age and my time is closing to stock up on calcium for later in life. &lt;strong&gt;I know, I know&lt;/strong&gt; that milk is not the only or highest source of calcium. But it's convenient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little straws are just over 25 calories. And delicious. Did I mention that?&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JM3u9Lilyuw/TZ4N6f5TxFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/u-OC_zytp-k/s1600/pink+milk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JM3u9Lilyuw/TZ4N6f5TxFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/u-OC_zytp-k/s320/pink+milk.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drop the straw in and the flavor is pulled while you sip. &lt;br /&gt;No scissors or mess or syrup.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6r6KHYTfjE/TZ4N8Im1SWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LKFunF-BfZU/s1600/drinking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6r6KHYTfjE/TZ4N8Im1SWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LKFunF-BfZU/s320/drinking.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mind my bedtime look.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Learning to use spray paint. This little guy was plain wood and look at him now! Don't mind the old ice cream bucket being used for cat food. Reuse, reduce and recycle, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZLNfG0fOW0/TZ4O3Y2KLVI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qrnt1FgbtCs/s1600/shelf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZLNfG0fOW0/TZ4O3Y2KLVI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qrnt1FgbtCs/s320/shelf.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finding my high school's shirts at Walgreens, 2 for $10. Yep. I'll rep Taylorsville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ulyG5SM1zA/TZ4PJqDdzwI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gNRR2It4-do/s1600/tville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ulyG5SM1zA/TZ4PJqDdzwI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gNRR2It4-do/s320/tville.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making this cute Easter garland out of plastic eggs and ribbon. Easy as pie but very adorable. It's about 6+ feet long. &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/-5ooUvj8-rZw/TZ4QWfwZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/l32R8yLCyiY/s1600/garland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ooUvj8-rZw/TZ4QWfwZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/l32R8yLCyiY/s320/garland.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting a giant square on the wall so I can hang&amp;nbsp; framed pictures inside it and one of those vinyl wall clings with a cutesy saying. "The best things in life aren't things." I might show it once it's done. I anticipate it looking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ5rESvCv_8/TZ4RJetCCgI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FzvSUCtU308/s1600/paint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ5rESvCv_8/TZ4RJetCCgI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FzvSUCtU308/s320/paint.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: left;"&gt;Seeing odd things at the grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oU_gEc2CHGU/TZ4Rr97UkTI/AAAAAAAAAwM/jYY6OX7dB4E/s1600/noobys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oU_gEc2CHGU/TZ4Rr97UkTI/AAAAAAAAAwM/jYY6OX7dB4E/s320/noobys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little booties for your pets feet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4Pewlhyuqw/TZ4Rtt8mdsI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CKpegPQ6sjM/s1600/turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E4Pewlhyuqw/TZ4Rtt8mdsI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CKpegPQ6sjM/s320/turkey.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work that keeps you busy. 4 rows deep, 4 high, 8 across.... Yep. Your afternoon is booked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdBQv_q-80/TZ4So48EhLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/g1PL6X_8oIs/s1600/work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGdBQv_q-80/TZ4So48EhLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/g1PL6X_8oIs/s320/work.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;April's Fools Day jokes. Yes, this is the ladies restroom. And it's the 7th and still there. &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/-RiLk33w22AE/TZ4ToA34HLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/POeHYWPMD1k/s1600/limbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiLk33w22AE/TZ4ToA34HLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/POeHYWPMD1k/s320/limbo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pillow Pets. I wanted one and then rationalized that they are for children. &lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;I don't have any kids that I can 'borrow' it from to cuddle with. So I got my own! Larry the Ladybug. (not pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGhlPwqjhlw/TZ4T0P7LRkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-ta41EliAGw/s1600/pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGhlPwqjhlw/TZ4T0P7LRkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-ta41EliAGw/s320/pillow.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather getting nice enough last Friday&amp;nbsp;to enjoy a skirt and sandals. &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/-UiSHFWEdmOc/TZ4U18iU_EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dwxL-SjTBFw/s1600/skirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiSHFWEdmOc/TZ4U18iU_EI/AAAAAAAAAwg/dwxL-SjTBFw/s320/skirt.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar free Peeps and Arnold Palmers.&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/-Btx5_dbdEpA/TZ4VF2DTdxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/txb5cy1Wi9I/s1600/5598841182_ab2d988d97_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Btx5_dbdEpA/TZ4VF2DTdxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/txb5cy1Wi9I/s320/5598841182_ab2d988d97_b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Making a green layer cake for St. Patricks. My coworkers liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aSxEcnC9c/TZ4VS33gYeI/AAAAAAAAAwo/bkVSVq5iWmk/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aSxEcnC9c/TZ4VS33gYeI/AAAAAAAAAwo/bkVSVq5iWmk/s320/cake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;This list could go on&amp;nbsp;and on but I'll cap it here, until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.&amp;nbsp;One more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I got tickets to Katy Perry!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I know she has lots of fans and lots of nonfans. If we can't say anything nice, let's say nothing at all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a12NB5xwQNA/TZ4WeO7D-FI/AAAAAAAAAws/GwlpeVUG--8/s1600/katyperry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a12NB5xwQNA/TZ4WeO7D-FI/AAAAAAAAAws/GwlpeVUG--8/s320/katyperry.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/8593028650672972815-7302050133228302273?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7302050133228302273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7302050133228302273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7302050133228302273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7302050133228302273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/04/i-awesome-sauce-all-this.html' title='I awesome sauce all this!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YehvQsOeISU/TZ4Lek0lVGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fB6cB9Na9Xw/s72-c/parks-and-recreation-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3510232820005694023</id><published>2011-03-27T17:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:48:47.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saw this on &lt;a href="http://mandabull.com/"&gt;Manda's &lt;/a&gt;blog. Do you not know who Tom Ford is? Get searching. You just may find yourself in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKo9ysQyozs/TY_Kx9dvTWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/0f-MBpJvwVg/s1600/tom-ford-thom-browne-52208-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKo9ysQyozs/TY_Kx9dvTWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/0f-MBpJvwVg/s400/tom-ford-thom-browne-52208-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tom Ford's five easy lessons in how to be a modern gentleman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. You should put on the &lt;b&gt;best version&lt;/b&gt; of yourself when you go out in the world because that is a show of respect to the other people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A gentleman today has to work. People who do not work are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so boring&lt;/span&gt; and are usually bored. You have to be&lt;b&gt; passionate&lt;/b&gt;, you have to be engaged and you have to be &lt;b&gt;contributing to the world&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Manners are very important and actually knowing when things are appropriate. I always &lt;b&gt;open doors for women&lt;/b&gt;, I carry their coat, I make sure that they're walking on the inside of the street. Stand up when people arrive at and leave the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't be pretentious or racist or sexist or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;judge people by their background.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A man should &lt;b&gt;never wear shorts&lt;/b&gt; in the city. Flip-flops and shorts in the city are never appropriate. Shorts should only be worn on the tennis court or on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3510232820005694023?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3510232820005694023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3510232820005694023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3510232820005694023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3510232820005694023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/tips-for-gentlemen.html' title='Modern gentlemen'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKo9ysQyozs/TY_Kx9dvTWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/0f-MBpJvwVg/s72-c/tom-ford-thom-browne-52208-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6905433492528462244</id><published>2011-03-18T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:06:51.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana time</title><content type='html'>I had 2 bananas on my desk at work. I thought to myself, "I should eat one so I don't get&amp;nbsp;to work on &amp;nbsp;Monday and have 2 brown bananas." &lt;br /&gt;So I tried to&amp;nbsp;separate one off. &lt;br /&gt;And accidentally opened both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both were tasty. I am super full now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6905433492528462244?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6905433492528462244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6905433492528462244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6905433492528462244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6905433492528462244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/banana-time.html' title='Banana time'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6684060183431944994</id><published>2011-03-16T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:23:22.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute condo for rent</title><content type='html'>Is anyone looking to move? &lt;br /&gt;Kiesha just finished renovating her condo in the Murray/Holladay area and it is adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59743618@N02/sets/72157626151412687/with/5530523747/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; for pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell your friends... &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6684060183431944994?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6684060183431944994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6684060183431944994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6684060183431944994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6684060183431944994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/cute-condo-for-rent.html' title='Cute condo for rent'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3458753228920504633</id><published>2011-03-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:00:16.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pops66.com/38.0.html"&gt;http://www.pops66.com/38.0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3458753228920504633?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3458753228920504633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3458753228920504633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3458753228920504633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3458753228920504633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/i-wanna-go-here.html' title='I wanna go here'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7075068333883113185</id><published>2011-03-09T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:59:42.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What they call love is a risk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9ybW3WGtRQs/TXcyXjFuG9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/9VLxaE-mNhY/s1600/tumblr_kuw1qvzRHU1qaurdho1_1280.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9ybW3WGtRQs/TXcyXjFuG9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/9VLxaE-mNhY/s400/tumblr_kuw1qvzRHU1qaurdho1_1280.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's so funny how people can interpret things differently.&lt;br /&gt;I was searching song meanings to see if Brand New ever said anything about this song.&lt;br /&gt;People had a wide range of speculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means something &lt;b&gt;completely different &lt;/b&gt;to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7075068333883113185?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7075068333883113185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7075068333883113185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7075068333883113185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7075068333883113185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/what-they-call-love-is-risk.html' title='What they call love is a risk...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9ybW3WGtRQs/TXcyXjFuG9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/9VLxaE-mNhY/s72-c/tumblr_kuw1qvzRHU1qaurdho1_1280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5996458775717855451</id><published>2011-03-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:17:07.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary expansion</title><content type='html'>Am I late to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savethewords.org/"&gt;SaveTheWords.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the words holler at you as you move your cursor over them. "Pick me! Over here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deep affection for words. Always have.&lt;br /&gt;Just one post ago, I mentioned how inarticulate I am feeling. &lt;b&gt;That's so not me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now just want to use all these words in emails, texts and this very bog and sound like a snooty turd.&lt;br /&gt;This was my first adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sPQy7Q-xrhs/TXQ-pwLzhVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TOEX9hr4JzU/s1600/summotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sPQy7Q-xrhs/TXQ-pwLzhVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TOEX9hr4JzU/s400/summotion.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5996458775717855451?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sPQy7Q-xrhs/TXQ-pwLzhVI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TOEX9hr4JzU/s72-c/summotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2867522551581447806</id><published>2011-03-06T16:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:17:38.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumford is the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm resorting to posting lyrics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Words are slipping away from me and I've turned into the most&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;inarticulate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;person I've ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This song gets AMAZING at the 1:50 mark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/p7TrU4_-JTY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/p7TrU4_-JTY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;"This is not the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Live unbruised we are friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;And I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Sigh no more, no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;One foot in sea one on shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;My heart was never pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;You know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;And man is a giddy thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Oh man is a giddy thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Love that will not betray you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;dismay or enslave you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;It will set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Be more like the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;you were made to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;There is a design,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;An alignment to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;At my heart you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;The beauty of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as it was made to be."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2867522551581447806?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2867522551581447806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2867522551581447806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2867522551581447806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2867522551581447806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/mumford-is-word.html' title='Mumford is the word'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8760998591054790894</id><published>2011-03-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:21:09.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to grieve...</title><content type='html'>I hadn't seen my grandma's headstone until I saw it just now on my &lt;a href="http://julesandcrew.blogspot.com/2011/03/weird-post.html"&gt;cousin's&lt;span id="goog_381083110"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_381083111"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last one. Emma Jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my grandma. I can't believe it's been just over a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8760998591054790894?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8760998591054790894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8760998591054790894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8760998591054790894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8760998591054790894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/time-to-grieve.html' title='A time to grieve...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1208505336991046328</id><published>2011-03-03T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:45:51.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water For Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMgTCJmtmsM/TW_SkWHK1nI/AAAAAAAAAus/_I40DKT8gRI/s1600/water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMgTCJmtmsM/TW_SkWHK1nI/AAAAAAAAAus/_I40DKT8gRI/s320/water.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just started this book the other night and it's really,&lt;em&gt; really,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; good. &lt;br /&gt;I read the first 100 pages the night I picked it up. And it's only has 335 pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had imagined Ewan McGregor as Jacob but Robert Pattinson is slowly sneaking into the role more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the movie already.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this trailer magical? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_6b2XhXkPpg" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1208505336991046328?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1208505336991046328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1208505336991046328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1208505336991046328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1208505336991046328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/03/water-for-elephants.html' title='Water For Elephants'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMgTCJmtmsM/TW_SkWHK1nI/AAAAAAAAAus/_I40DKT8gRI/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2733868924229943428</id><published>2011-02-25T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:51:53.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure in the earholes!!</title><content type='html'>I have to say this before I forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. I normally don't get time with my iPod and headphones. It's usually plugged into speakers at my desk or on my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;But things are changing!&lt;br /&gt;At work. I now am allowed &lt;strong&gt;(yes, allowed. Not 'have to')&lt;/strong&gt; to learn new responsibilities and that includes LOTS of paperwork. &lt;br /&gt;Just now,&amp;nbsp;I popped my headphones in and hit shuffle on my pink Mac baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Army &lt;em&gt;'Santa Carla Twilight'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chip &lt;em&gt;'One Life Stand'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand New &lt;em&gt;'Tautou'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;em&gt; 'At The Zoo'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand New &lt;em&gt;'The Ascent of Stan'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having &lt;strong&gt;absolute, amazing listening DELIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headphones make life amazing. You really get INTO the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I not notice the banjo at the 2:15 mark in 'The Ascent of Stan'? &lt;br /&gt;And the wonky, tuba sound at the 3:27 mark? LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am raving like a lunatic over how amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and therapeutic this music is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again to my huzbin for getting me this iPod. I know you are reading this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2733868924229943428?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2733868924229943428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2733868924229943428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2733868924229943428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2733868924229943428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/pleasure-in-earholes.html' title='Pleasure in the earholes!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4613323981203247514</id><published>2011-02-23T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:01:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympian turkeys</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite lunches lately. &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="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/-XDwXLIMb1R4/TWVXrNRAffI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oxht0jgcXXA/s1600/turkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDwXLIMb1R4/TWVXrNRAffI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oxht0jgcXXA/s320/turkey.jpg" width="320" /&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: left;"&gt;Notice that cooked, it looks &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;like the picture on the packaging? That's life. The packing always&amp;nbsp;looks awesome. You open it to find a bunch of broccoli butts &lt;em&gt;(stalks)&lt;/em&gt; when you thought you were getting heads &lt;em&gt;(florets).&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;Every time I have this for lunch, I think of medallions. Olympic medals. &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: left;"&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/-q7kecYg3C00/TWVY1JKbbPI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PbqvlfebvOI/s1600/599__400x300_olympic-medals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7kecYg3C00/TWVY1JKbbPI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PbqvlfebvOI/s320/599__400x300_olympic-medals.jpg" width="320" /&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;Either worn &lt;strong&gt;by&amp;nbsp;athletic turkeys&lt;/strong&gt; or medallions made out of entire cooked holiday turkeys. &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: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What the imagery....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/-lxq9RFZM_dw/TWVXqBsY9LI/AAAAAAAAAug/vwtk4sr4EHM/s1600/drinks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxq9RFZM_dw/TWVXqBsY9LI/AAAAAAAAAug/vwtk4sr4EHM/s320/drinks.jpg" width="320" /&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: left;"&gt;Target has my heart with these little delights. Sugar free drink additives. &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: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cranberry cosmopolitan&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; lime margarita?&lt;/strong&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: left;"&gt;I don't drink much anymore and I can't say that these actually taste like cocktails. &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: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;I like to think of them as &lt;em&gt;mocktails.&lt;/em&gt; Just as fancy. &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: left;"&gt;Whatever. They are delicious!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4613323981203247514?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4613323981203247514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4613323981203247514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4613323981203247514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4613323981203247514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/olympian-turkeys.html' title='Olympian turkeys'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDwXLIMb1R4/TWVXrNRAffI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oxht0jgcXXA/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1761534879488898564</id><published>2011-02-22T10:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:01:44.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Murray is a dream thief...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I had a dream last week that was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so cool&lt;/span&gt; but really annoying at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fade out, bring in the fog and commence the dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I got onto an elevator and was headed to the 12th floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am almost sure that’s the floor I worked on most of the time while working at Qwest in downtown SLC. Who knows if that even relates to this dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back to the story at hand...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bill Murray&lt;/span&gt; gets on the elevator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I get a bit star struck and what not.&lt;strong&gt; “Omg, you are Bill Murray!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like he didn’t know….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He responds in a very nonchalant way, “Yeah.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And hits the button for the 2nd floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I thought,&lt;strong&gt; “Stairs broken today?”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And he gave me a strange look. Maybe in dreams thoughts are audible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe Bill Murray can read minds in dreams. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The elevators stops at the 2nd floor, opens and there is a really nice bar, brimming with people. Bill Murray grabs my wrist and pulls me out. Everyone knew him and greeted him like they were old friends. He tells jokes with people, moves through the crowd and is just the &lt;strong&gt;life of the party&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We get back on the elevator. And proceed to stop at every floor on the way to the 12th floor. Every floor had another sophisticated bar full of beautiful, nice people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And Bill Murray&lt;strong&gt; insisted that we DRANK&lt;/strong&gt; at every floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I woke up before I got to the 12th floor. I felt a bit annoyed that he high jacked the elevator but really amused at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And then last Saturday evening, Groundhog Day comes on TV. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Top notch funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N01vThrQ40Q" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“That's not bad for a quadruped. You gotta check your mirrors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don’t drive angry. Don’t drive angry!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I looked up some dream interpretations and Bill Murray is not listed. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Elevators:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To dream that you are ascending in an elevator represents a rise to status and wealth. You may have&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; risen to a higher level of consciousness&lt;/span&gt; and are looking at the world from an &lt;strong&gt;elevated viewpoint.&lt;/strong&gt; If the elevator is moving upward in an out of control fashion or it crashes through the roof, then it indicates that you are being catapulted to a position of power in which you do not yet know how to deal with. You are afraid of the new responsibilities ahead for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To dream that the elevator is out of order or that it is not letting you off, symbolizes that &lt;strong&gt;your emotions have gotten out of control.&lt;/strong&gt; It may be a reflection of your life or your career. You are feeling stuck in some aspect of your life, whether it is your career, relationship, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I couldn’t find something for bars but&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seems similar, since that’s the theme of most bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To dream that you are enjoying alcohol in moderation denotes &lt;strong&gt;contentment and satisfaction in the decisions that you have made.&lt;/strong&gt; Success is within your grasp. The dream may also be a metaphor for "spirits" and your need for spiritual enrichment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1761534879488898564?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1761534879488898564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1761534879488898564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1761534879488898564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1761534879488898564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/bill-murray-is-dream-thief.html' title='Bill Murray is a dream thief...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N01vThrQ40Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5142631004714742171</id><published>2011-02-21T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:25:53.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 and counting....</title><content type='html'>I was thinking....&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Vegas this weekend. (Lush store, BIG aquarium, warmer weather.... It's not a bad idea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my check engine light in the tan VW is still on.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Don't even worry, it's a fussy sensor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) I just don't want to risk a breakdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at a&amp;nbsp;getting rental car. They get better gas mileage cause they tend to be newer, you can find good deals from time to time&amp;nbsp;and my car doesn't have to take the miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that as of this year,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can rent a car&lt;/span&gt; without paying through the teeth or being denied cause drivers under 25 are obvious idiots. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't say that, the rental companies did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And now I don't have to put it in my husband's name either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; aging is a winning thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5142631004714742171?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5142631004714742171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5142631004714742171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5142631004714742171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5142631004714742171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/25-and-counting.html' title='25 and counting....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8844208700697804194</id><published>2011-02-21T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:53:49.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really like Taylor Swift but she has some major lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am warming up to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why you gotta be so &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;? You, with your switching sides and your wild fire lies and your humiliation. You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them. I walk with my head down trying to block you out because I'll never impress you. I just want to feel okay again.&lt;strong&gt; I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold,&lt;/strong&gt; but the cycle ends right now because you can't lead me down that road. And you don't know what you dont' know. Someday, I'll be living in &lt;strike&gt;a big ol' city &lt;/strike&gt;Salt Lake City&amp;nbsp;and all you;re ever gonna be is &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;. Someday, I'll be big enough so that you can't hit me and all you're ever gonna be is &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;. Why you gotta be so &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-8844208700697804194?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8844208700697804194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8844208700697804194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8844208700697804194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8844208700697804194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/mean.html' title='Mean'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6662023912470861745</id><published>2011-02-20T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T04:00:09.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen more spine in jellyfish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;Many of us believe that wrongs aren't wrong if it's done by nice people like ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6662023912470861745?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6662023912470861745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6662023912470861745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6662023912470861745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6662023912470861745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/ive-seen-more-spine-in-jellyfish.html' title='I&apos;ve seen more spine in jellyfish...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7985104546571471358</id><published>2011-02-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:00:20.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will feed Zupas for blog help</title><content type='html'>I need a new blog header. I had an awesome one once. And then took it down. &lt;br /&gt;So if you are good at them and would like to fashion me up one.... I wouldn't mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7985104546571471358?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7985104546571471358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7985104546571471358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7985104546571471358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7985104546571471358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/will-feed-zupas-for-blog-help.html' title='Will feed Zupas for blog help'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8374614622960827325</id><published>2011-02-17T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:48:56.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Do it.... I double dog dare you.</title><content type='html'>I am totally loving blogging more than ever. I attribute that to my boss. She said to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; just do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;More motivating than Nike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long time there that I was concerned of what people would think if I posted something they disagreed with or that my posts weren't interesting. And I came to realize that &lt;strong&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;/strong&gt; if it pleases anyone else. Maybe even better if it upsets a few! Bwaha!&amp;nbsp;Negative attention is so strong in this world nowadays. BUT, I don't want haters or negativity. I just wanna write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that writing/art contest in elementary? Reflections? Does anyone know what I am talking about? &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to toot my own horn when I don't even know the name. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;strong&gt;I won, a few times.&lt;/strong&gt; For short stories and poems. Once a year, they had an all day thing where certain students were invited to workshops by successful authors. I went a few times. &lt;br /&gt;At this point in my adult life, I wouldn't say my writing skills are the bees knees. &lt;br /&gt;But I can&lt;strong&gt; punctuate and spell correctly&lt;/strong&gt; and that's enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that I'm going to commit to one of those 30 memes that circulate the blog world.&lt;strong&gt; I fail.&lt;/strong&gt; I can blather all day but somethings I won't open up about. One day.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time while we are waiting for that one day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;check out my other places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup, Beauty and awesomeness. My cousin's wife Leslie is my partner in developing this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelyandfun.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lovelyandfun.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family life. The husband almost never posts on here and always says he will. I expect you to wait in high anticipation for one of his posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup, clothing, trends, gadgets. Everything that is cool. Kiesha and Christofer invited me to their developing blog. I love it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff-i-like.com/"&gt;http://www.stuff-i-like.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go leave some comments and love! Do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8374614622960827325?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8374614622960827325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8374614622960827325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8374614622960827325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8374614622960827325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/do-it-i-double-dog-dare-you.html' title='Do it.... I double dog dare you.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7326458325012397502</id><published>2011-02-17T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:00:10.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The skin that I'm in</title><content type='html'>Something that I keep&amp;nbsp;relatively&amp;nbsp;private.....my skin problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of my skin and the F word just repeats over and over in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My skin has not always been the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;As a teen, I had the&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;breakout. Ya know, a couple of blemishes. Nothing devastating.&lt;br /&gt;I hit 21 and it started to go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oilier and more sensitive to anything I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 25 last month and my skin has given me so much embarrassment and heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's a fucking traitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your skin protects you...."&lt;br /&gt;I don't doubt it. But mine does nothing for my already crappy self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my regular doctor when I had my yearly checkup. They suggested an oral antibiotic and birth control. Already on the BC and I just.... I don't like taking medication. Much less antibiotics DAILY. I took them for a bit, it didn't help. I quit taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to a dermatologist last August. He gave me a topical solution of retinol and benzoyl peroxide. The BP dries out the oil glands, the retinol helps heal whats at the surface. It did ok. &lt;b&gt;Nothing magical.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went in for a facial just to relax. The&amp;nbsp;aesthetician&amp;nbsp;said I have evident toxins in my liver, for where the blemishes are showing on my face. I know you went to school and all but.... I don't buy that for one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my skin laser resurfaced. With the erbium laser too. It was brutal. I looked like a burn victim. It healed really smooth over 4 or 5 days and my pores were significantly smaller. It removed a lot of acne scars but also left me with some slow healing hyper pigmentating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had a DermasSound facial because laser resurfacing can open sedentary bacteria. &lt;u&gt;So I was told.&lt;/u&gt; It uses ultrasonic frequency to rejuvenate collagen, moisture and kill bacteria. My skin was soooo smooth after. I may go in for another one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want perfect skin. But I am done with painful cystic blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I went BACK to the dermatologist. My insurance changed so my copay there is now $40 and he gave me 3 prescriptions. Those cost me $75. I KNOW that's cheaper than people without insurance but I also know that those prescriptions are probably cheaper anywhere else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refilled the topical BP and retinol (Epiduo, it's ads have been on the TV) and gave me a topical antibiotic. Thank you doc, cause choking down amox makes no sense when I can &lt;b&gt;slather it on&lt;/b&gt;. And some other one that is made for blood pressure but it changes female hormones and helps to stop excessive oil production.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks in and I've got high hopes. And less than great results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, I haven't had a blemish on my shoulders in over 2 years. Just my face going through hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried a lot of peoples suggestions. My absolute favorite, "Have you tried Proactive?" Yup, it did not work for me. Next thing on my list is the Murad system but I don't want to get it just yet and confuse the hell out of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another silly neurotic thing about me, I &lt;b&gt;don't say ZIT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Blemish, acne, pimples, bumps, spots are all acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it vain that I just want my skin to be smooth and blemish free? &lt;br /&gt;I took off my makeup just now and my forehead is.... dry. Almost flakey dry. What. The. Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. Investing in a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyday is a masquerade party!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7326458325012397502?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7326458325012397502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7326458325012397502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7326458325012397502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7326458325012397502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/skin-that-im-in.html' title='The skin that I&apos;m in'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-637942171658406509</id><published>2011-02-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:50:19.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a river</title><content type='html'>I've been in really &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; good moods lately and was loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was calm, working itself out and I just took it all one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rocked the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work on time &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(even though I wanted to be a team player and stay late to cover for my ill coworker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to come home and fall apart. And feed my stray cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to bully. But when they find someone that won't take their bullying, they act defensive and cold. Or something like that. Sharann said it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never blog about work with details.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to risk &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 6:15 everyday, get an hour to myself to get ready and head into work. 8 hours there and then home. 5 or 6 hours for myself, spouse, family and shtuff. And some sleep. Do you see something there?&lt;br /&gt;40 hours of work a week is standard for most people. It's also the main thing I do besides sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So when I say I don't want to risk&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am talking about tension, awkwardness and flat out being&amp;nbsp;unprofessional. And I am pretty&amp;nbsp;dependent&amp;nbsp;on the income. Sure, I'd love to come here and type angry things about the sound of gross constant throat clearing that makes me want to chew Xanax all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I don't see how that will help.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;most of&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my coworkers and am blessed to spend most of my waking hours with them. &lt;u&gt;It could be worse.&lt;/u&gt; It could be better (&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with some margaritas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something minor that just cooks my grits? No casual Fridays. That means no more denim/jeans. Buuuut.... jean jumpsuits were not discussed. Or the &lt;b&gt;jean trenchcoat.&lt;/b&gt; Jean chaps. &lt;b&gt;Thigh high jean boots. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yeeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice I just boo-hoo'd very vaguely about work without actually saying why I totally fell apart? No. Good. My plan worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and bad days don't affect my diet like some people. &lt;b&gt;"I can't even eat when I am upset."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can. I SHOVEL food in my face when I've had a shitty day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-637942171658406509?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/637942171658406509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=637942171658406509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/637942171658406509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/637942171658406509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/cry-me-river.html' title='Cry me a river'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3670381176904083049</id><published>2011-02-15T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:58:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up your mind already!</title><content type='html'>So I am enrolling in school again. Nope. Not formal education. Not back to accounting. Not business either. Not the aesthetics yet. I'll let you know what it is and how it is once I get going. I'm pretty stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3670381176904083049?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3670381176904083049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3670381176904083049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3670381176904083049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3670381176904083049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/make-up-your-mind-already.html' title='Make up your mind already!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3726340777023497971</id><published>2011-02-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:14:38.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BloggerWorld</title><content type='html'>I am amused with Blog World.&lt;br /&gt;You really open yourself up by posting ANYTHING on the internet nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;Like, even your name on Facebook, without a pic or any details. And you are known to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miiiiight&lt;br /&gt;open &lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;blog &lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;anonymous comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall why I ever stopped allowing them....&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I do. &lt;a href="http://www.jessibella.com/2008/10/disease.html?showComment=1224084000000#c8489515815933810706"&gt;This post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all tender about ex boyfriends at this point and someone being rude messed me up.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. Anonymous comments are open. Do it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3726340777023497971?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3726340777023497971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3726340777023497971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3726340777023497971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3726340777023497971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/bloggerworld.html' title='BloggerWorld'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-223342484128748008</id><published>2011-02-11T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:06:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buncha preschoolers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Busy Friday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Lunch break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I really want to &lt;strong&gt;get these thoughts down&lt;/strong&gt; before they get jumbled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was my mom’s birthday on Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday again&amp;nbsp;ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We had dinner at her house and visited with the family. My&lt;strong&gt; niece’s mom, Candice&lt;/strong&gt;, joined us. I mentioned Candice just a little bit ago. &lt;u&gt;She’s awesome.&lt;/u&gt; And due to have a baby boy in the next 2 weeks or less!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lily is 3 years old this spring and doing awesome at potty training. She tried it last fall and the time must not have been right. But this time, &lt;strong&gt;I think she’s good to go&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Candice was saying she was worried about Lily being bossy or mean when the baby got there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As well as having TWO&amp;nbsp;children in diapers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My mom said that it helps to give Lily little jobs that are &lt;u&gt;just for her.&lt;/u&gt; To urge her into&lt;em&gt; ‘big sister mode’&lt;/em&gt;. Like, she has to get the baby’s diapers for mom when mom asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And other little tasks easy for a three year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;haven’t&lt;/strong&gt; had kids, I don’t know these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Other mommies out there are probably saying, &lt;em&gt;“Duh, this is a known thing.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forgive me, I am only an aunt (to some really freaking cute kids) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;my mommy skills are sucky cause well, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it all got me thinking….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’ve been having little personal battles with my work place. I try not to express them because my entire work group is &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt; and they can get &lt;u&gt;dramatic and catty.&lt;/u&gt; I just feel overwhelmed with &lt;strong&gt;DISLIKE&lt;/strong&gt; at work some days. With personnel. I love my job though, don’t get me wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I do understand that&amp;nbsp;people are people. None of us are the same, few of us were raised the same with the same teachings and beliefs.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Differences are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wow, my thoughts wander…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People are given tasks at work and often, it can change their behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if my boss ever sees it in the same light. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Give a three year old a job, they switch to being more responsible and mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Give a thirty year old a new chore; they shape up the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think… (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you don’t have to agree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that most social skills are learned before preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meh. Sorry this is scattered thoughts. I just thought it was funny how life boils down. &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/8593028650672972815-223342484128748008?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/223342484128748008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=223342484128748008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/223342484128748008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/223342484128748008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/buncha-preschoolers.html' title='Buncha preschoolers'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1725764459481207655</id><published>2011-02-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:17:41.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need imposter....</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to start saving for school. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aesthetician school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;At Elase Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made two lists. One of things I need with my upcoming paycheck and&lt;br /&gt;the other was a list of &lt;u&gt;DANGER&lt;/u&gt; items, things I &lt;strong&gt;did not need&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I only need conditioner and a supply of flavored drink sticks for water. Gas in my car and pay my bills. And fix the check engine light in my car. Which&amp;nbsp;I'm not taking it serious but I'll be calling The Wrench-It Center this weekend. Cause I don't want to pay more for delayed repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have I had the two lists confused? I was almost sure that I did in fact NEED to go buy the &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P255531"&gt;6-in-1 cream from Bremenn Labs&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;all their other products&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I just need a sample to make sure it won't break me out. I'm going to ask next time I am at Sephora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which won't be soon&lt;/strong&gt;, because I am trying not to spend.&lt;br /&gt;I will be window shopping online though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I tried to anagram window shopping into wishful thinking. It didn't work. To me, they are synonymous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my list of fake 'needs' was the brown pair of wedges at Target. And that cream colored wedges I saw in the advertisement. And a new tooth whitening kit (my last one isn't expired, just not very comfy). Adding to the list is another &lt;strong&gt;facial, pedicure AND manicure&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;About the manicure. Do I have your attention? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I QUIT BITING MY NAILS. Yeah, I think I did it. I don't want to post pics yet because&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;of them are growing slower than the others&amp;nbsp;and that makes them appear&amp;nbsp;really stumpy. &lt;br /&gt;I feel good about it. I have been biting them since I was a kid so this is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe a manicure is indeed &lt;strong&gt;needed.&lt;/strong&gt; To keep these new nails tidy and growing. And polishes, cause I can wear them now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I can just keep them out of my mouth. And save for school and sign up to be a model for all the manicures there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Stop biting nails and stop overspending on things I want but do not need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1725764459481207655?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1725764459481207655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1725764459481207655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1725764459481207655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1725764459481207655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/need-imposter.html' title='Need imposter....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2940728228840912039</id><published>2011-02-08T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:00:13.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gozilla foot</title><content type='html'>If you can't walk in heels, don't. Flats aren't a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;But *clomp clomp*ing around makes your heels very ugly. &lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to throw your shoes in the dumpster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2940728228840912039?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2940728228840912039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2940728228840912039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2940728228840912039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2940728228840912039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/gozilla-foot.html' title='Gozilla foot'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4614863793961295962</id><published>2011-02-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:35:58.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting for chimis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m back…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To being a &lt;strong&gt;infrequent bad &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Blogger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I thought I would it would be genius to set the notepad in my phone as a shortcut and then I can note/outline my thoughts and post them later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no notes in there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Awhile back, my boss said Tio’s&amp;nbsp;(next to&amp;nbsp;Smith's, 635 West 5300 South) was pretty good. We went there a few times in the past couple weeks. Ok, like 3 times in a week. But they are nice and the food is good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We were in Utah Valley last weekend and Dave wanted a chimichanga but with chunks of chicken, not shredded. I guess that is an &lt;em&gt;elusive menu item&lt;/em&gt;. We went hunting at the places he knows has it that way. &lt;strong&gt;Joe Bandido’s&lt;/strong&gt; was packed with no parking, we couldn’t find&lt;strong&gt; Joe Veras&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/strong&gt; had a 50 minute wait…. We ended up at a place next to the ‘Roach Motel’. Hahaha. I didn't call it that.&amp;nbsp;The tostada was good. I’m still convinced their salsa was ketchup, water and canned tomatoes. Maybe not. I just wasn’t impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We went back to Utah Valley (twice in one weekend?! I’ll tell you why) on Saturday and Joe Bandido’s wasn’t hellaciously packed. The place looks like two old doublewide trailers that were gutted and squished together to make a restaurant. But their salsa was good! Right up my alley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave’s sister Melanie had her baby! He was born Friday morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His name is Ashton James and he is amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TVBH1cAqlzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/aUcKzWZbh4E/s400/Ashton.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buggie had an IV. :( He is off of it as of Sunday though!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We spent a couple hours with him Friday night, cuddling him and begging him to wake up so we could see his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;We went back Saturday night to visit with him some more. Both me and Dave are smitten with Mr. Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We went to a late movie at Brewvies Saturday.&lt;strong&gt; The Fighter with Mark Wahlberg and Christian Bale&lt;/strong&gt;. I really like it. And I forgot how good Brewvies pizza is. Yummmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ugh, this is a lame post. &lt;strong&gt;My apologies&lt;/strong&gt;. I know that outlining my weekend and the things I ate isn’t very interesting. I’m a bit tired today and in a funk. Not a bad funk. Just where I want to be quiet and listen to everything around me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A delicious café-au-lait wouldn’t hurt either but my work doesn’t believe in hiring a barista for us. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And the AC is blowing at work, my hands are freezing and then my blogging is less than enthused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4614863793961295962?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4614863793961295962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4614863793961295962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4614863793961295962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4614863793961295962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/02/hunting-for-chimis.html' title='Hunting for chimis'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TVBH1cAqlzI/AAAAAAAAAtA/aUcKzWZbh4E/s72-c/Ashton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8707596731300690017</id><published>2011-01-26T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:32:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January, gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is ramblings. Just that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A week or so ago, I asked all my FB friends how they make sure&amp;nbsp;to drink enough water daily. I like water, I really do. I just go through times where I &lt;strong&gt;don’t like it very much&lt;/strong&gt;. I bought some of those flavor sticks that are sugar free and they help. But you can’t buy the same flavor for almost a year and not get sick of it. It’s just impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;nd I like plain water but iced. Our AC is on at work so that’s not even an option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found a drink flavor I just love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal Light Green Tea Peach Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It says Metabolism Plus on the packaging. This doesn’t apply to me because I don’t have a metabolism. &lt;u&gt;None.&lt;/u&gt; Not a fast one or slow one. &lt;strong&gt;Null.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There was a text deal out for sushi last night. I am a sucker for deals and a sucker for sushi. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Real sushi.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like tempura too but the less cream cheese and fried &lt;em&gt;shtuff&lt;/em&gt;, the better. My favorites?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigiri is a tiny mound of rice with your meat laid over that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TUCuvcOHKQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/jPco2zGZJU0/s1600/nigiri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TUCuvcOHKQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/jPco2zGZJU0/s320/nigiri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nigiri&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TUCuwb8ptQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kDFcYsYBo1o/s1600/sashimi_moriawase700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TUCuwb8ptQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kDFcYsYBo1o/s320/sashimi_moriawase700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sashimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sashimi is just raw seafood but it’s quite a bit more expensive so I will stick to rolls and nigiri. Next trip to California, I am eating fresh&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(er)&lt;/span&gt; sushi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has 2 thumbs and is a sushi junkie? This girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I need sunlight or something. I am having the hardest time getting moving in the mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I was late to school once &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this story only applies to this one time. I was always late to school cause I hated it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in junior high and my mom wrote me a note to excuse the tardy. The office receptionist didn't get the joke about me having lead in my drawers. I thought it was funny, my ma did too. Not the receptionist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My boss came to visit us at work today. She brought her &lt;strong&gt;tiny 6 week old baby&lt;/strong&gt; and her &lt;strong&gt;adorable 2 year old.&lt;/strong&gt; I think I held the baby the longest out of anyone. &lt;strong&gt;HA&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Ok, I didn't get a&amp;nbsp;trophy but how many of your coworkers do you let&amp;nbsp;hold and cuddle&amp;nbsp;with your newborn? I was &lt;em&gt;super envious&lt;/em&gt;, she looks great. You wouldn't even know she just had a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dave’s sister&lt;/u&gt; is so close to&amp;nbsp;her baby due date &lt;strong&gt;(February 2nd)&lt;/strong&gt; and my youngest niece’s mom is due mid-February. It’s going to be Baby Town! I adore &lt;strong&gt;Candice (niece’s mum)&lt;/strong&gt; to bits. She is so sweet and considerate. I’m really glad her and my brother get along well. Not just for my niece’s sake but for everyone else to enjoy Candice’s company too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is the last weekend of January. Can you even believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-8707596731300690017?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8707596731300690017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8707596731300690017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8707596731300690017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8707596731300690017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/january-gone.html' title='January, gone!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TUCuvcOHKQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/jPco2zGZJU0/s72-c/nigiri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5485611001447417200</id><published>2011-01-11T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:49:26.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jot it down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am loving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Pretty &lt;/em&gt;pink paper with hearts. I'm a stationary junkie. I was just scribbling some thoughts the other day and it just so happened that I was writing on a Valentine's themed notepad. Target contributes to this with their mini dollar section at the store front. I often write thank you notes or &lt;em&gt;'just saying hi'&lt;/em&gt; notes because I have some pretty cards I want to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inversion in Salt Lake finally cleared this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That air was&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; siiiick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun is up &lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/astronomy.html?n=220&amp;amp;month=1&amp;amp;year=2011&amp;amp;obj=sun&amp;amp;afl=-11&amp;amp;day=1"&gt;earlier and down&lt;/a&gt; later. Slowly but surely, summer is on it's way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Insert&amp;nbsp;happy &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(and bronzed from the sun)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;face here!&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;I have been&lt;strong&gt; resistant&lt;/strong&gt; to the daily deal emails I get. Really, I need to unsubscribe from them. I have noticed some of them repeat too, so it's not like the deal will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;come around again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went back to Zumba for the first time in months. I've been going to the gym but not to that class. I remember why, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;you. The class was packed with what I call &lt;u&gt;'resolutioners'&lt;/u&gt; but hopefully it'll taper off. I know I don't &lt;strong&gt;look like&lt;/strong&gt; a gym goer but I am&amp;nbsp;somewhat regular about going. I did realize last night that my strength training and cardio has been &lt;strong&gt;weak &lt;/strong&gt;compared to that one hour dance class. I could go so much harder.&lt;a href="http://19570.zumba.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chenelle is the instructor&lt;/a&gt; and she is&amp;nbsp;awesome. I met her over a year ago when she did a Zumba class at my niece's dance studio. I&amp;nbsp;loved it so much, I started to go to all her classes at Gold's Gym and Studio 56. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Stalker!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She is so friendly and beyond adorable. And she is a NuSkin Jazz&amp;nbsp;dancer! Are you convinced yet? Hehehe. There was a bunch of older ladies near me in class and one of them had &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;moves.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; She was kinda freaky with them too. In a good way. Without being too vulgar, she liked to shake it. &lt;strong&gt;Lots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5485611001447417200?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5485611001447417200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5485611001447417200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5485611001447417200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5485611001447417200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/jot-it-down.html' title='Jot it down'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-9061898548507689726</id><published>2011-01-10T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:13:38.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely and fun- NEW Beauty blog</title><content type='html'>I made mention I wanted to start a beauty blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I like that shtuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I did it. &lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know where it is?&lt;br /&gt;If you are resourceful enough, you can find it without me saying another word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just post it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelyandfun.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://lovelyandfun.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smarties would have gone to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408"&gt;my Blogger profile&lt;/a&gt; to see my list of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; the name. I wanted to avoid&lt;em&gt; 'beautiful'&lt;/em&gt; or words that are very synonymous. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone is beautiful and I don't mean in some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAfyFTzZDMM"&gt;cheesey way with Christina Aguilera&lt;/a&gt; playing in the background. REALLY. I think&amp;nbsp;everyone is unique and that's gives them beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us just know how to &lt;em&gt;pluck, scrub, paint, conceal, brush, tease, spray, powder, blend, stipple,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;or just flat out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;manipulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; our own beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tools! There are so many tools to assist with this manipulation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this new blog may not get updated as frequent as I'd like but do know that I am dedicated to it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any other name suggestions? Or would like to post on it? Free game....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-9061898548507689726?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/9061898548507689726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=9061898548507689726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/9061898548507689726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/9061898548507689726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/lovely-and-fun-new-beauty-blog.html' title='Lovely and fun- NEW Beauty blog'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2459180169672316720</id><published>2011-01-10T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:30:22.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies and Lobsters. Lobster babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I dyed my hair last night and dusted the ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And cut a fringe bang that I am &lt;strong&gt;unsure&lt;/strong&gt; of now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I had a dream that my windshield cracked all the way across, while I was driving. &lt;strong&gt;Gah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And then in my dream, I saw myself in a mirror and my hair was EFFED. I looked like I had used some box dye to bring it to a light golden brown. It was patchy and really dry. &lt;u&gt;Gross.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I woke up relieved to find that my hair is &lt;strong&gt;darker,&lt;/strong&gt; as I planned to dye it and as I DID dye it. And then my windshield was fine when I left for work. Phew. I don’t know why I let dreams &lt;em&gt;convince&lt;/em&gt; me against the obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do you ever wake up from a dream and it ignited&lt;u&gt; feelings?&lt;/u&gt; And you still are feeling them when you wake up? Like someone acted like a&lt;em&gt; real jerk&lt;/em&gt; in your dream and when you wake up, you don’t want to say anything nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Weird….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Melanie’s &lt;u&gt;baby shower&lt;/u&gt; was a &lt;strong&gt;success;&lt;/strong&gt; we had a lot more people than anticipated. I’ve learned from organizing events that people do not RSVP. &lt;strong&gt;They just don’t&lt;/strong&gt;. We had enough food for everyone, thank goodness. She has some really&amp;nbsp;fun coworkers, neighbors and family. Her home teacher took on delegating food assignments to some ladies in the ward. I was so grateful for the help and they made things I probably couldn’t. They made&lt;em&gt; lime bars, German chocolate brownies, sweet rolls, fruit soup, a cracker&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and cheese tray as well as a veggie tray. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Melanie’s gifts were so fun, baby Ashton is going to have &lt;strong&gt;a lot of cute stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dave, Melanie’s husband and Stephanie’s boyfriend took the 3 nieces to see &lt;strong&gt;Tangled &lt;/strong&gt;while we had the baby shower. They got back and couldn’t stop talking about the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'll admit, I was envious they did a kid date. I love taking &lt;strong&gt;any and all&lt;/strong&gt; of my nieces and nephews on kid dates. Did I see &lt;strong&gt;Up &lt;/strong&gt;a bunch of times in the theater, thanks to my sister's kids? Yup. Did I want to? Hells yes. It makes it more valid for us if we have a child with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We were all hungry so the adults went to &lt;u&gt;dinner at Red Lobster&lt;/u&gt;. Has anyone else ever had the cheese biscuits at RL? They are&lt;strong&gt; so good but so bad.&lt;/strong&gt; They just bring more and more to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you didn’t guess it by now, I’m kind of a&lt;u&gt; sucker&lt;/u&gt; for nearly all animals.&lt;strong&gt; Except centipedes&lt;/strong&gt;, they can kiss my jazz. Too many legs for my comfort. YECK! The lobsters in the tank at the front of the restaurant made me feel sad for the clawed crustaceans. It’s not like they would survive anywhere in Provo if they had the chance to be free. But I doubt they wanted to be in that tank. Sad face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me and Dave love the movie Julie and Julia. We chanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVrTt4bzkK0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; "Lobster Killah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; through the parking lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We were headed home and at the &lt;strong&gt;last second&lt;/strong&gt;, we decided to see Tangled. It was the second time that day for Dave. We called Melanie to see if she was &lt;strong&gt;pooped&lt;/strong&gt; from all the excitement or wanted to come with. She was excited and met us at the Provo Town Centre.&lt;em&gt; Spontaneity strikes again!&lt;/em&gt; The movie was really cute. At one point both Mel and myself were going, “Oh he did NOT!” Cute movie, I think everyone liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I woke up feeling like a bucket of yuck on Sunday. So I went back to bed. Ha! I woke up feeling better the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; time but still&lt;strong&gt; glazed around&lt;/strong&gt; in bed. I know I needed to get up and I know the to-do list only get longer but it feels amazing to just lounge &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;. Morning Glory was at the dollar theatre and I was just talking the night before about Rachel McAdams. So we went, we saw. Again, cute movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Another Monday is upon us.&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Make the week good, it will be Friday afternoon before you know it!&lt;/span&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/8593028650672972815-2459180169672316720?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2459180169672316720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2459180169672316720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2459180169672316720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2459180169672316720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/babies-and-lobsters-lobster-babies.html' title='Babies and Lobsters. Lobster babies.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4364314084673539375</id><published>2011-01-06T12:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:53:57.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, in a literal sense. And a Happy New Year too!</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are kind of sporadic but interesting lately. Interesting&lt;u&gt; to me.&lt;/u&gt; And they go off on tangents like you wouldn’t even expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a post last night on my mobile and then there was no ‘post’ button in my mobile browser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was lost…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I will try to redo it but sometimes I think thoughts are unique the first time you capture them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a happy birthday. &lt;strong&gt;In the true sense of happy.&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve been feeling calmer and more collected lately and it’s really allowing happiness to fill my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave suggested that I start my birthday early and open his gifts &lt;strong&gt;the night before.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;----I swear that I didn’t say I wanted Sephora for my birthday. Not to him. I might have mentioned that shopping there is exciting, overwhelming and fun. But I did not make a specific request for it. Just a small disclosure there.---&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt; to gift me a Sephora gift card (goodbye&amp;nbsp;some Saturday afternoon in the near future!) as well as the Despicable Me DVD pack and a gorgeous Hello Kitty bracelet. And candy. &lt;strong&gt;Sweets, yum yum yum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some more thoughts on Sephora: OMG OMG OMG. Ok, just kidding. Wait no. I’m not. I love that store. I would say that I am like a kid in a candy store there but do kids even like candy stores anymore? That place in Valley Fair mall, the Candy Barrel? I never see kids in there. I think the phrase needs updated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Post note- While reading through this doing my spellcheck,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I think that I must tell everyone.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been &lt;strong&gt;so excited&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this store to be in Salt Lake. I would get their&amp;nbsp;mail order catalog when I was younger and I would have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sold my 16-year old soul&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P276315&amp;amp;categoryId=C17602&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;for this perfume sampler.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love celebrations where you get to show &lt;strong&gt;appreciation for those you care about&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Christmas, Valentine’s)&lt;/em&gt; but I especially &lt;strong&gt;love birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;. It’s something that you rarely have to share with anyone else and it’s to &lt;u&gt;celebrate YOU&lt;/u&gt;. I am not a fan of working on birthdays and this year was a &lt;strong&gt;reminder&lt;/strong&gt; as to why. We are making changes every day at work and not every one of these changes is easy to adapt to. We were short staffed, very busy with trying to catch up from the holidays and I forgot my breakfast at home. That yogurt really could have saved me a lot of crankiness. I left at 5 pm with a scowl and my &lt;strong&gt;middle finger up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok, not really.&lt;/span&gt; It was a mental flip off. My bad mood was busted quickly once I got home and away from the workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working &lt;em&gt;doesn’t even&lt;/em&gt; compare to being on the beach in Santa Monica on your birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last year was great. This year was good too though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wasn’t sure of what I wanted so &lt;strong&gt;she gave me mombucks&lt;/strong&gt;. I tried to tell Dave that mombucks are &lt;u&gt;double &lt;/u&gt;the value of American currency but he didn’t believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I had to show him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A face scrub brush, foundation and brush cleaner at Sephora. Two sweaters and a makeup brush at Target. Ha! With 3 dollars left over. Mombucks are double the value if you can find your way to a &lt;u&gt;sale or&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;clearance rack.&lt;/u&gt; My sister Hillary is the best with mombucks. The youngest siblings came home from Christmas shopping a few weeks back, bags in hand. Heather had 3 bags, Mike had 2 and Hillary had 6. And they all left with the same amount of funds.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Frugality at its best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sephora (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;has this post turned into a dedication to that damn store?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; encouraged my love of Philosophy products even more by giving me the &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P91103"&gt;Philosophy Vanilla Birthday Cake 3-in1&lt;/a&gt; for free. Now I want to run back and get the holiday scents that were on sale. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Geeeeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister-in-law is flying in from Arizona in 2 days. And I’ve started to go a&lt;u&gt; little crazy&lt;/u&gt; cleaning everything. I have to take a deep breath and remind myself she isn’t coming with a &lt;strong&gt;scorecard to judge how clean our place is.&lt;/strong&gt; We are having a baby shower for my other SIL on Saturday&lt;em&gt;. More celebrating!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went over to Kiesha’s to repair walls and paint them. &lt;strong&gt;Sound fun?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;No, not to you?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It was.&lt;/strong&gt; She was sweet enough to order us pizza and keep her workers fed. Her husband kept us hydrated. I went home and thought, &lt;em&gt;“We really need to spend more time with them because they are good people that give you a fulfilling friendship.”&lt;/em&gt; Yup. New goal: &lt;u&gt;spend more time with good friends&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any New Year’s resolutions. Well, one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Drink more water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think every day is your new opportunity to turn it around so why wait until the &lt;strong&gt;middle of winter&lt;/strong&gt; to resolve to make changes? I did see something on &lt;a href="http://kandeethemakeupartist.blogspot.com/"&gt;a blog&lt;/a&gt; that I’ll share here. I like it. It’s vague and it can encourage you however you’d like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave the hurts of 2010 where they belong&lt;strong&gt;... in 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make this year the year you make some goals. Goals are dreams with deadlines!&lt;br /&gt;3. Dare to be different in everything you do!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Encourage&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;compliment &lt;/u&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;say something kind to everyone you talk to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Live like a leader...&lt;strong&gt;not a follower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Stop avoiding confrontation.&lt;/strong&gt; Take control of your life and deal with all things you want to change and the ways that people treat you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make a change-&lt;strong&gt; in anything&lt;/strong&gt;, relationships, your hair, career, friends.&lt;br /&gt;8. Only have friends that &lt;u&gt;make you a better person&lt;/u&gt;. Some &lt;em&gt;negative, rude, depressing&lt;/em&gt; friends, that make you feel bad... may need to stay in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;u&gt; Dare to live life&lt;/u&gt; and make choices &lt;strong&gt;even if your not promised the outcome&lt;/strong&gt;. (People who have changed the world or accomplished great things...did without knowing if it would work or not)&lt;br /&gt;10. Expect greatness, seek happiness, and don't let any circumstance, person, or situation steal your joy. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are the owner of your happiness...don't just let any ol' thing or person take it from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I do have another thing I want to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE when I get comments on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I read lots of blogs but I don’t comment often, even if I really do like the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I bet some of you will be hearing from me via blog comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then you can return the favor. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; In the box below&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It only takes a second&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It will fill my heart with micro waved, half melted marshmallows and chenille socks. Maybe a kitten in there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4364314084673539375?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4364314084673539375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4364314084673539375' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4364314084673539375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4364314084673539375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-in-literal-sense-and.html' title='Happy Birthday, in a literal sense. And a Happy New Year too!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3256058424832086263</id><published>2011-01-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:33:16.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry hungry Utahns</title><content type='html'>Anyone see on Facebook that Walmart was going to give $1 million to the city with the most votes? To feed hungry people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salt Lake won!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;How cool is that? Fresno was ahead of Salt Lake on the 2nd to last day but we pulled through. I'm sure Fresno has hungry people but it is incredibly cold here. Cold and hungry people? Breaks my heart. &lt;br /&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.deseretnews.com/article/705363895/Salt-Lake-hunger-fighting-charities-win-1-million-in-grants-from-Walmart.html?s_cid=Email-3-705363895"&gt;See the news here&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/8593028650672972815-3256058424832086263?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3256058424832086263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3256058424832086263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3256058424832086263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3256058424832086263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/hungry-hungry-utahns.html' title='Hungry hungry Utahns'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7420749430893984748</id><published>2011-01-05T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:20:02.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing? Blogger text message post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7420749430893984748?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7420749430893984748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7420749430893984748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7420749430893984748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7420749430893984748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/testing-blogger-text-message-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7882654969057153050</id><published>2011-01-02T09:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:05:54.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>For New Years Ever, we had plans to go to a party but got spontaneous and went to Wendover!&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us had ever been on the Fun Bus but it was an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seat in front of us, there was a girl and a long haired boy. The girl had a small liquor store in her backpack and was mixing drinks for the boy (her boyfriend?) pretty quickly. Before we knew it, he was swaying in his seat and couldn't hold his head up. Ooops. I hope they had a good New Year and didn't spend it on a bench waiting for him to sober up. That'd be a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;The buffet was ok. Everyone on the bus that had been out to Wendover before had their own opinion on which buffet was the best. We got off the bus at Montego Bay and Dave was starving. We didn't know it was mostly seafood until we got inside. Eeep. I don't eat much seafood and Dave is a fish hater. The pineapple was good and Dave found the prime rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendover stinks, we both were so stinky from the indoor smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Dave won $20 on penny slots.&lt;br /&gt;We rang in the new year with TONS of people on the dancefloor at The Golden Nugget. Got a yummy new years kiss. &lt;br /&gt;We ran into his coworker and chatted with him for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus home at 1 and listened to the people babble for a bit. The guy next to us asked if we won big. Nope, we don't really gamble. He asked if we drank lots. Nope, not big drinkers either.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on Dave while he was playing his DS.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in Taylorsville. Headed home to watch a minute of TV and crash.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, sucessful New Years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7882654969057153050?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7882654969057153050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7882654969057153050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7882654969057153050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7882654969057153050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2011/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6537632943809293863</id><published>2010-12-30T11:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:58:57.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-larious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Things I found funny this week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was watching Ferris Bueller’s Day off and noticed (again, I swear that I have mentioned it) that my oldest niece is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;close&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;twiner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of Ferris’ sister, Jeanie Buller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;img closure_uid_ul8vt1="1476" height="354" pageoffsetid="_off_0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TRzCZ4NzdZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QKvXM3xpx9w/76122_134172113305465_100001380323502_181380_2283381_n.jpg" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; height: 354px; left: 268px; top: 79px; width: 256px;" width="256" /&gt;&lt;img closure_uid_ul8vt1="1476" height="336" pageoffsetid="_off_0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TRzEDKBMq5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/f-pn_oghmMY/3497371294_500cc4065b_z.jpg" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; height: 336px; left: 218px; top: 88px; width: 356px;" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have no digital photos of my older sister but she is even more of a twiner, especially when she was a&amp;nbsp;teen and rocked&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt; the hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah, THE hair. I will dig up a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;PS- I love Jeannie Bueller, this isn't a bad thing at all. I think she is adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Nike’s are not made for snow. I was at the gym and saw a couple big chunks of ice on the floor. I thought, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;“Who the hell is tracking snow and ice inside?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I then remembered that my Nike’s have open shocks that pack snow into them and then it melts out. &lt;u&gt;Face palm, big dork.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A conversation overheard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Loudspeaker at store: “Will Jose Flores please come to customer service?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Person 1: “Oh, that’s the name of some dude at my work!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Person 2: “Really? How many Jose Floreses do you think there are in Utah?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Person 1: “I dunno, probably not many. It could be him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Person 2: “My coworker’s last name is Flores, I bet they are cousins or something. Want me to ask?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Person 1: “Yeah!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;PS- I did just notice Ferris Bueller has some gross teenage goatee scruff&amp;nbsp;action. Goodbye preteen crush on Ferris/Broderick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6537632943809293863?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6537632943809293863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6537632943809293863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6537632943809293863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6537632943809293863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/12/things-i-found-funny-this-week-i-was.html' title='Hi-larious'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TRzCZ4NzdZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/QKvXM3xpx9w/s72-c/76122_134172113305465_100001380323502_181380_2283381_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-191286216227345640</id><published>2010-12-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:14:20.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty</title><content type='html'>I kind of want to start a beauty blog. No tutorials, I don't have the patience to film those. But I do like to chat about what works for me, amazing products and new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Considering....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-191286216227345640?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/191286216227345640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=191286216227345640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/191286216227345640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/191286216227345640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/12/pretty.html' title='Pretty'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8931702727194334992</id><published>2010-12-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:20:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend of a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my most favorite bands&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;disassembled&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in 2008. Shortly after I &amp;nbsp;found them.&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;But they both have &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; bands they released albums with since then. I'm really enjoying the &lt;i&gt;'side projects'&lt;/i&gt; although they are new projects.&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;I consider it to be like a friend of a friend. Similar to your original friend that introduced you to the other friend but different in special ways.&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;I'd say who it is but I am &lt;b&gt;greedy &lt;/b&gt;with music. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No, I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If it's amazing and means a lot to me, I want to be &lt;u&gt;their only fan.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you see me with &lt;b&gt;headphones on and a smile&lt;/b&gt;, more than likely I am enjoying these &lt;u&gt;new-to-me&lt;/u&gt; albums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8931702727194334992?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8931702727194334992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8931702727194334992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8931702727194334992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8931702727194334992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/12/friend-of-friend.html' title='Friend of a friend'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4690022225260202295</id><published>2010-12-26T21:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:14:05.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it out loud</title><content type='html'>I like and dislike &lt;b&gt;vagueness&lt;/b&gt;.Often, I cannot find the kindest words or tone to deliver my thoughts and it comes out very vague. I&lt;b&gt; suppose &lt;/b&gt;I'd rather be vague than hurt someone else being too&lt;u&gt; abrasive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you see things on social networks or blogs that could be defined as &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Vaguebooking"&gt;'Vaguebooking'&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/facebook_suck"&gt;The Passive Aggressor on The Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt; illustrates it really nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I just adore The Oatmeal and like to reference it frequently)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that if there was something that needs to be said, anyone could &lt;b&gt;be confident&lt;/b&gt; in their expressions. Don't go off the deep end of the spectrum, &lt;b&gt;being inconsiderate&lt;/b&gt; and putting others feeling at risk. Please just be directive and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my words or actions&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anger you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;hurt you,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;frustrate you&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you just do not like me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I would hope that you could respect me enough to say it. You might be very surprised at my ability to hear out your side, see your perspective and possibly lend some from my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've disable anonymous comments here on my blog but there is always &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Jessibella"&gt;my formspring.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Keep in mind that if you post it there, I &lt;i&gt;may not ever&lt;/i&gt; be able to &lt;b&gt;resolve&lt;/b&gt; it with you.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IBRbzf3Fws"&gt; It takes two&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny disclosure- This is honestly not aimed at anyone. That would be very &lt;b&gt;vague&lt;/b&gt; of me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been noticing these &lt;b&gt;behaviors&lt;/b&gt; a lot on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to post more and I have some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;disillusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that my thoughts are unique. HAHAHA. I pay for my domain, I may as well use it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anticipate more of these random posts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(As soon as I say this, I disappear from here for months)&lt;/span&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/8593028650672972815-4690022225260202295?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4690022225260202295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4690022225260202295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4690022225260202295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4690022225260202295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/12/say-it-out-loud.html' title='Say it out loud'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1014925321034157754</id><published>2010-12-23T09:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:06:36.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas be coming!</title><content type='html'>My husband’s family has some&lt;strong&gt; nice traditions&lt;/strong&gt;. Some of them have faded since his Grandmother passed but we are trying to &lt;em&gt;revive &lt;/em&gt;them with his sister and her little family. One tradition that I just got to be a part of is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;personalized Christmas stockings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. His grandmother made these knit stocking for all the family members. It's made with your name on the front and a unique holiday insignia on the back. Dave’s aunt, Amy, has been making these for the family members recently. I saw Melanie’s husband’s stocking and was very jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went to Dave’s cousin’s house and she had &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessimoodles/5285842114/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two stockings there for us!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;We weren’t even anticipating them. We called his aunt to thank her and she said she started making mine when &lt;strong&gt;we got married. &lt;/strong&gt;I think that is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt; of her! She made Dave a new one because his is in storage and it is &lt;em&gt;unknown&lt;/em&gt; when that will be seen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounds like a&lt;u&gt; little thing&lt;/u&gt; to get a stocking to match the family but it feels really special. Dave said that live in girlfriends for years and years &lt;strong&gt;don’t &lt;/strong&gt;get a stocking, baby mamas&lt;strong&gt; don’t&lt;/strong&gt; get stockings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Only family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Dave and Melanie have the fondest memories of their &lt;em&gt;grandma.&lt;/em&gt; She was a nurse in the pediatrics unit. She was beyond &lt;strong&gt;amazing with babies&lt;/strong&gt;. She was an excellent cook and baker. She was kind and considerate. Dave and Melanie talk about the weekends and summers they spent with their grandma. I have bits of &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because I would have loved to have met her. Dave says she would have adored me cause I’m crafty, I can bake and I like to do good for others. &lt;br /&gt;Melanie’s husband wanted to get her a new purse&lt;strong&gt; for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. She wanted to be surprised with a new purse. &lt;em&gt;MOST&lt;/em&gt; men can’t shop for purses. They just shouldn’t be unless they have gotten the green light from you. Which is usually done by indication of, &lt;strong&gt;“Oh my gosh, I love this purse! It is so pretty! I wish someone would gift this to me.”&lt;/strong&gt; But otherwise, &lt;em&gt;most guy&lt;/em&gt;s don’t purse shop well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me to pick one out and her husband would pay for it. Uh, yes please! I love love love looking at handbags. The&lt;u&gt; little details&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;em&gt; the patterns on the inside&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; the zippers&lt;/strong&gt;, the straps to hold it. I really do enjoy shopping for bags. I am currently carrying &lt;a href="http://www.clothingcheapprice.com/images_products/KATHY_Van_Zeeland_H52625_KATHY_Van_Zeeland_Zipster_Shopper.jpg"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://ak.buy.com/PI/0/500/217026347.jpg"&gt;royal purple&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;linked to&amp;nbsp;the cream colored one because it shows the zippers better (And Blogger won't let me add images right now. Dumb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It has pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I love different sections and pockets to organize all my stuff in. Purses with no separators or additional pockets are referenced as&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ‘the pit’.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; You can’t find anything in a pit. You dig and dig but come up &lt;em&gt;empty handed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out &lt;a href="http://ak.buy.com/PI/0/500/217292097.jpg"&gt;this one for her&lt;/a&gt; but it’s in a &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous charcoal grey&lt;/strong&gt;. I doubt she reads this blog but in the rare instance that she does, here was a nice preview! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;a href="http://www.endless.com/KATHY-Van-Zeeland-Glam-Forces/dp/B0040ZNNJG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;cAsin=B0040ZNNIC&amp;amp;fromPage=search&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;amp;qid=1293123781682&amp;amp;asins=B0040ZNNIC%2CB00307SC8C%2CB0040ZNNKA%2CB0040ZNP6M%2CB003FLKYLQ%2CB0040ZNNYQ%2CB0040ZNO22%2CB0040ZNOIQ%2CB0040ZNO3G%2CB0040ZNOQ8%2CB00307SD54%2CB0040ZNNKK%2CB00307SD5E%2CB0040ZNO4A%2CB0040ZNNVE%2CB0040ZNP44%2CB003JPW1DM%2CB003JFKEXQ%2CB0040ZNP4Y%2CB003JFKHA6%2CB003JFKGYS%2CB003JFKHM4%2CB003JFKECW%2CB003FLKYFW%2CB0040ZNNH8%2CB003JFKFZS%2CB002OB3JSI%2CB003JFKL7U%2CB0040ZNMZQ%2CB003JFKF5I%2CB003JFKE9A%2CB003JFKEJA%2CB003JFKF94%2CB00307SD6I%2CB003JPW45M%2CB003JFKGKC%2CB00307SC7S%2CB003FLKYHK%2CB003JFKI9G%2CB00307SCEG&amp;amp;asinTitle=KATHY%20Van%20Zeeland%20Glam%20Forces%20Messenger%20Bag&amp;amp;contextTitle=search%20results&amp;amp;node=241745011&amp;amp;sort=relevancerank&amp;amp;keywords=kathy+van"&gt; inside lining&lt;/a&gt; is the same as mine, considering they are the same brand. Pretty pink and purple zebra pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I hope that everyone has safe travels for the holiday and enjoys time with those they love. &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/8593028650672972815-1014925321034157754?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1014925321034157754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1014925321034157754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1014925321034157754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1014925321034157754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/12/christmas-be-coming.html' title='Christmas be coming!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8851160781713837366</id><published>2010-12-22T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:10:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a try</title><content type='html'>I tried to use Blogger's text to post option last week&amp;nbsp;and that ended up in 6 posts of &lt;strong&gt;mangled jargon&lt;/strong&gt;. I had just dropped my sister off at Trax and was headed home. I pulled up to a Trax crossing right as the gates were coming down and figured it'd be just a minute. &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a good 7-10 minutes before I backed up and took another street home. I got home and looked at my blog to see if it posted and it was a shmess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought I'd say that I tried to post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My car is fixed!&lt;/span&gt; It was making &lt;em&gt;a noise&lt;/em&gt; and I took it to Bob Jones as well as&amp;nbsp;the tiny VW shop. They both said it was definitely the AC compressor. They said it&amp;nbsp;is a $300 part and upwards $500 in labor costs. Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;Just that same week, Dave needed to replace&amp;nbsp;the rear brakes on the Passat. We decided to utilize &lt;a href="http://www.wrench-it.com/"&gt;The Wrench-It Center&lt;/a&gt; because they had a low rise lift and all the tools for &lt;u&gt;cheap.&lt;/u&gt; As well as some knowledgeable mechanics at hand. &lt;strong&gt;Brakes got done in 1 hour and 15 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty quick, right? We saw that they had a free class the following Thursday. We attended the class, learned a lot about basic maintenance and how to &lt;em&gt;rig your car up&lt;/em&gt; if you are in the middle of nowhere and you have a belt or hose break. I chatted with Al about my car and he said that mechanics are crooks and he was going to help me fix my car. &lt;strong&gt;Tickeled PINK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast forward&lt;/em&gt; a week and a few days later, he did just as he said he was going to. He opened the hood, removed the alternator to dig to the ac compressor (&lt;strong&gt;in about 10 minutes)&lt;/strong&gt; and had the ac compressor out 10 minutes after that. He installed a tension arm that allows the engine belt to not be rerouted. Everything back in the car&lt;strong&gt; AND&lt;/strong&gt; a trip to Lowe's for bolts. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;An hour and a half total.&lt;/span&gt; The ac compressor is completely FINE. The part is in great condition. The clutch that drives it is &lt;em&gt;burnt out.&lt;/em&gt; He is going to send it to a specialty shop and have them replace the bearings on it or worse case scenario, we replace the clutch. About a $100 or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the&lt;strong&gt; front axle, a valve gasket and spark plugs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;on the list&lt;/u&gt; for things Al is going to help me with. Not only is he an honest mechanic that knows how to fix shtuff on a budget, &lt;strong&gt;he is hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;. I highly recommend The Wrench-It Center for anyone that doesn't want to be ripped off with auto repairs. And their oil is cheeeaap if you want to do your own oil changes. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a DIY, get the hell out of my way, I can do it better, you are doing it wrong, I don't want to wait on your schedule, kind of girl. You really can't have enough knowledge in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make &lt;a href="http://www.crazydomestic.com/2010/12/melted-snowman-cookies.html"&gt;these cookies&lt;/a&gt; tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TRITXmLLeZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wqq7a5WbJGU/s1600/Melted_Snowman_Cookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TRITXmLLeZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wqq7a5WbJGU/s320/Melted_Snowman_Cookies.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who knows if anyone will appreciate how cute they are but I want to make them. I like the guy in the bottom corner. "Oh nooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are practicing a new thing. If we say something &lt;strong&gt;negative or shitty&lt;/strong&gt; about somone, we have to&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; say 2 nice things.&lt;/span&gt; I think it helps us to realize that not everyone is on the &lt;em&gt;same plan or path as us&lt;/em&gt; and people are different but that's what makes them awesome. Just another way we are trying to stay positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8851160781713837366?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8851160781713837366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8851160781713837366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8851160781713837366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8851160781713837366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/12/worth-try.html' title='Worth a try'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TRITXmLLeZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wqq7a5WbJGU/s72-c/Melted_Snowman_Cookies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-501419337080070907</id><published>2010-11-08T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:44:52.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will this Matter a Year From Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you ever take your baths/showers &lt;b&gt;so hot &lt;/b&gt;that your head &lt;i&gt;thumps&lt;/i&gt; after you get out? I do. I am a huge fan of &lt;i&gt;insanely&lt;/i&gt; hot water. Bathtubs, showers, hot tubs, hot springs. My skin and hair do not appreciate it though as it dries them out to high hell AND I live in this place…. The desert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was bubble bathing, I started to read a new book. From the library. &lt;b&gt;*Gasp*&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Whatever, chill.&lt;/span&gt; I didn’t get it wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book is called &lt;b&gt;What About The Big Stuff: Finding Strength and Moving Forward When the Stakes Are High.&lt;/b&gt; It’s by the same person that did &lt;i&gt;Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff &lt;/i&gt;book. And honestly, I won’t preach about how anything I am doing in my life is going to be the best thing ever for your life. But this book is really good and my bookmark &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(a Costa Vida coupon!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is only at page 29.&lt;b&gt; Just in case you were looking for something to add to your reading list. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to open up and talk about what might be applied to my life from this book but I am unsure if this blog is the place. If you read back to the beginning of &lt;b&gt;Jessibella.com&lt;/b&gt;, you see me go through quite a few transitions in the past 3 or so years. &lt;u&gt;That even makes me squirm sometimes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s not that I don’t like to open up but &lt;b&gt;anyone can read this&lt;/b&gt; and I am just not comfortable with that. Yet. Or ever. Indecisive much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I might share some things from this book over time. Prepare for me to get all &lt;i&gt;mooshey gooshey…&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-501419337080070907?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/501419337080070907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=501419337080070907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/501419337080070907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/501419337080070907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/11/will-this-matter-year-from-now.html' title='Will this Matter a Year From Now?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7891694331392151667</id><published>2010-11-03T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:14:33.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Halloweekend ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My husband delivered me lilies and roses at work.&amp;nbsp;In the evening, we went on a &lt;a href="http://www.clasropes.com/canoe.html#Halloween_Cruise"&gt;Halloween Adventure Cruise&lt;/a&gt; on the Provo River with Melanie (Dave's sister) and her family. They told some pirate jokes and a 'mildly concerning story'. Not scary, they didn't want to spook the kids. It was&amp;nbsp;a simple short version of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It was wonderfully cheesy but the kids had a good time and that's what we were aiming for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Party with the Perry kids. Pics on my FB &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=halloween%202010&amp;amp;w=15644261%40N03"&gt;or Flickr.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Rented 'Get Him To The Greek' to watch while passing out candies to the Trick-or-Treater's. Worst movie I have watched in quite a long time. If you liked it, I won't apologize. There was a really hopping party at Krystle's. We stayed there for a little while&amp;nbsp;and then a few random house parties with my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Grocery shop (Winco's coupons made for some killer savings!) laundry, home cooked dinner and a movie. I have been avoiding seeing 'X-Men Origins: Wolverine' cause I thought Marvel would have ruined it and it was going to be super cheesy. It was actually a really good flick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a basic holiday but dressing up and being with good people is always fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7891694331392151667?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7891694331392151667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7891694331392151667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7891694331392151667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7891694331392151667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/11/best-halloweekend-ever.html' title='Best Halloweekend ever!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1044416305807841828</id><published>2010-10-25T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:31:29.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days</title><content type='html'>Do you think this little meme is supposed to be done in consecutive days? Cause I would LIKE to write everyday, but it just doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about doing this one but at the same time, I don't like opening up this much. Could that be day one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Something you hate about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Something you love about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for. &lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone for. &lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do. &lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living for. &lt;br /&gt;Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like poopy. &lt;br /&gt;Day 9: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted. &lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know. &lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on. &lt;br /&gt;Day 12: Something you never get compliments on. &lt;br /&gt;Day 13: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. &lt;br /&gt;Day 14: A hero that has let you down. &lt;br /&gt;Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without. &lt;br /&gt;Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without. &lt;br /&gt;Day 17: A book you’ve read that changed your views on something. &lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Your views on gay marriage. &lt;br /&gt;Day 19: What do you think of religion? &lt;br /&gt;Day 20: Your views on drugs and alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;Day 21: Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do? &lt;br /&gt;Day 22: Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Day 23: Something you wish you had done in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Day 24: Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. &lt;br /&gt;Day 25: The reason you believe you’re still alive today. &lt;br /&gt;Day 26: Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why? &lt;br /&gt;Day 27: What’s the best thing going for you right now? &lt;br /&gt;Day 28: What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;Day 29: Something you hope to change about yourself. And why. &lt;br /&gt;Day 30: A letter to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1044416305807841828?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1044416305807841828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1044416305807841828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1044416305807841828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1044416305807841828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/10/30-days.html' title='30 days'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3050988295891598153</id><published>2010-10-20T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:20:48.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember, the Fifth of November...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With all my heart, I love you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Isn't V for Vendetta such an AMAZING movie? I keep thinking about this movie lately. I need to add it to my collection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;It's kind of&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;that I have more Mark Ruffalo movies (girl crush, what can I say?) than Natalie Portman movies. She is my next collection to be built.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-3050988295891598153?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3050988295891598153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3050988295891598153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3050988295891598153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3050988295891598153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/10/remember-remember-fifth-of-november.html' title='Remember, remember, the Fifth of November...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8584927962701746666</id><published>2010-10-12T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:34:14.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a refund</title><content type='html'>I think we didn't get a real autumn in Salt Lake. A couple weekends back, it was pretty warm. I know people that took their kids to the pool! Now it's chilly. Brrr-rr-rr. My idea of fall is this gradual decline of heat and the leaves changing slowly. The reality is not matching my ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this new motivation to see seasons in other places. Spring in Washington DC when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Winter in Phoenix, because I could ride my scooter on Christmas. Summer in Canada, go up with all the snowbirds from AZ. Anyone know of a place that has the perfect dreamy autumn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8584927962701746666?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8584927962701746666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8584927962701746666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8584927962701746666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8584927962701746666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/10/i-want-refund.html' title='I want a refund'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6442582947859591762</id><published>2010-10-12T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:00:55.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A closet better than Barbie</title><content type='html'>Monday morning was strange. I was dreaming that I had this amazing wardrobe stuffed full of every item of clothing I ever wanted, so many beautiful colors and textures. In this dream, I was trying things on, making outfits and clothes were all over the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in real life, my alarm went off and before I threw back the sheets, my first thought was, "Ugh, I better put all that away before starting my day. I don't want to deal with the mess after work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got moving and realized there was no amazing, busting dream closet.&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6442582947859591762?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6442582947859591762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6442582947859591762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6442582947859591762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6442582947859591762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/10/closet-better-than-barbie.html' title='A closet better than Barbie'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1363702386305844210</id><published>2010-09-01T16:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:13:22.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposter! Tasty imposter....</title><content type='html'>I'd never had a Girl Scout Samoa until Dave introduced me to them. And they are so yummy. Layers of cookie, caramel, coconut and a little chocolate? Good for the sweet tooth, not for the hips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;were out&amp;nbsp;doing our grocery shopping Monday night and were trying to motivate each other to pick healthier items. Until we rolled up to these bad boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TH7POcA4SlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Vi11xKFfh1M/s1600/samoas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TH7POcA4SlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Vi11xKFfh1M/s320/samoas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know what Keebler? You are fired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1363702386305844210?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1363702386305844210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1363702386305844210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1363702386305844210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1363702386305844210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/09/imposter-tasty-imposter.html' title='Imposter! Tasty imposter....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TH7POcA4SlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Vi11xKFfh1M/s72-c/samoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1789311325083023768</id><published>2010-08-26T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:15:50.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone unplugged the immune machine</title><content type='html'>When I went to the dermatologist last week, he gave me some &lt;i&gt;antibiotics.&lt;/i&gt; I really don't like to take any pharmaceutical if I can avoid it &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(my ma raised us with lots of&amp;nbsp;homeopathic&amp;nbsp;options)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But, in the desperation to have my skin be healthier, I decided to start taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the antibiotics for 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I left work early today because I am &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; congested with sneezing, coughing and a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to blame the pills but seriously.... what the heck?! I am an avid hand washer and sanitizer. I cover my mouth. I eat pretty decent. I get enough sleep. What gives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1789311325083023768?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1789311325083023768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1789311325083023768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1789311325083023768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1789311325083023768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/someone-unplugged-immune-machine.html' title='Someone unplugged the immune machine'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5797027989166581820</id><published>2010-08-23T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:01:28.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdos to do list</title><content type='html'>I worked last weekend at Toyota's Farm to Table Tour. It was really cool to how Toyota got involved with our local farmer's market. Not to mention, it was&amp;nbsp;fun to be with friends making some extra moolah. I haven't been to the farmer's market since my first&amp;nbsp;round of&amp;nbsp;living downtown (6 years ago) and there was double the vendors that I even remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing people walk by with boxes and bags of local fresh&amp;nbsp;fruits&amp;nbsp;and veggies, I am inspired to go next weekend and get things to make some jam. I say that really tentatively cause I don't want to get in over my head. I've seen my mom make jam in an hour or less but she is pretty pro at all things domesticated. I remember when I was little, she would get a few flats of strawberries&amp;nbsp;and churn out 20+ bottles of homemade jam in an afternoon. Am I in too deep already just by thinking about it? I guess we will find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my list of to-do's is a weekend trip with Dave. Without anyone else. Nope, not even you. Or you. We are thinking Lava Hot Springs&amp;nbsp;or Zions. At the same time,&amp;nbsp;we are&amp;nbsp;wanting to go somewhere people normally don't go and see things that people normally don't see. Nothing you'd find on a brochure about visiting Utah. Like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Sinks"&gt;Peter Sinks&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;a href="http://www.u-digfossils.com/"&gt;Delta&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any suggestions on places to go off the beaten path?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5797027989166581820?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5797027989166581820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5797027989166581820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5797027989166581820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5797027989166581820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/weirdos-to-do-list.html' title='Weirdos to do list'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5404774281924524253</id><published>2010-08-20T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:07:48.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the good life</title><content type='html'>Life is good. And I will give you some reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is cooling down. I haven't had to be out in 100 degree weather in a couple weeks. I &lt;strong&gt;MELT&lt;/strong&gt; in the heat and become an &lt;em&gt;irritable,&amp;nbsp;impatient&lt;/em&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With&amp;nbsp;the weather cooling down, that means&lt;strong&gt; fall is on the way!&lt;/strong&gt; Me and Dave started dating in late summer/fall so this time of year tend to be&lt;em&gt; reminiscent&lt;/em&gt; for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer considered the worst and most hated stepmom&amp;nbsp;in the world. We just have to communicate and everyone&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;happy and feel loved. And gifties don't hurt either. Shopping for teen girls is fun. More fun than you'd imagine. You know how you walk by Claire's and think, &lt;em&gt;"That is really cute but I am an adult woman."?&lt;/em&gt; Well, I can just oogle all the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;adorable and funky&lt;/strong&gt; things without any remorse. We all benefit from gifties. Except Dave, he &lt;strong&gt;does not&lt;/strong&gt; find it enjoyable to be anywhere they will be playing Justin Bieber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I am scooting to work,&lt;strong&gt; I smell cookies baking&lt;/strong&gt;. Probably because Cookie Tree is less than a mile from my work. But&amp;nbsp;isn't that a&amp;nbsp;really good start to the day? Zipping along on a pink scooter, sun is shining and the scent of baked goods? &lt;strong&gt;Hells yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got into the &lt;em&gt;dermatologist.&lt;/em&gt; That is a whole different post but I will say he gave me some good stuff and I may be able to &lt;strong&gt;kick &lt;/strong&gt;this adult/hormonal acne. I have worse skin as an adult than I did as a teen. Yeck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into an old friend the other day and we are slowly&lt;strong&gt; rebuilding&lt;/strong&gt; our friendship. A lot has changed recently and I think we can really make it work this time. I don't believe in anything being&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;'meant to be'&lt;/em&gt; or fate, I believe in understanding, love and hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;u&gt;pedicure&lt;/u&gt; for the first time in.... about... 6 months? I don't count the one I got right&amp;nbsp;before our wedding because the&lt;em&gt; beach/sand/salt water&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is so abrasive,&amp;nbsp;that one&amp;nbsp;was ruined in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of nails, I am on my&lt;strong&gt; 50-somethingth&lt;/strong&gt; attempt to stop biting my nails. Disgusting, unattractive bad habit. I am doing good so far but I seems like this will never stop for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was organizing our storage box the other day and found some&lt;strong&gt; treasures &lt;/strong&gt;from my bridal shower. A lotion that smells just like cherry popsicles and is really hydrating. And &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nest-Newlywed-Handbook-Owners-Married/dp/0307340228"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; that Keisha gave me. (Has anyone noticed from my blog posts that Keisha is more than amazing?) I've been reading through it at bedtime and got some good pointers that I would have never thought of. Marriage is work but I am &lt;strong&gt;determined. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is Friiiiidaaaaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5404774281924524253?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5404774281924524253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5404774281924524253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5404774281924524253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5404774281924524253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/living-good-life.html' title='Living the good life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8156329455875634109</id><published>2010-08-18T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:51:53.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyota Hybrid Farm to Table Tour</title><content type='html'>I will be working &lt;a href="http://wwjdinslc.blogspot.com/2010/08/toyota-farm-to-table-tour.html"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;on Saturday. I am pretty excited, I love doing marketing jobs on the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rounded up a bunch of people so a lot of the assisting crew will be me and my friends. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8156329455875634109?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8156329455875634109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8156329455875634109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8156329455875634109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8156329455875634109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/toyota-hybrid-farm-to-table-tour.html' title='Toyota Hybrid Farm to Table Tour'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8977506562252295543</id><published>2010-08-10T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:10:53.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Frugal</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find a sale that is SO AMAZING that you want to tell everyone about it&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time you want to keep it a secret so no one knows you didn't spend mega bucks on something really cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back I bought a&amp;nbsp;gift certificate from&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;CityDeals.com.&lt;/strong&gt; Their system didn't process my&amp;nbsp;debit card so they sent me a $5&amp;nbsp;credit for my next order. Did I even care that they called me and processed my card over the phone? &lt;em&gt;No. Free money? I'll take it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week,&amp;nbsp;I get an email that they have an extra 25% of 25 select companies. I log on and there is a $50 gift certificate to Skinworks. At 50% off, it's only $25. Sweeeeet.&amp;nbsp;And that&amp;nbsp;additional 25% off promo! &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; my $5 credit they sent me. Can anyone do the math and tell me what I spent? That was a pretty successful bargain deal. I am thinking one of my sisters needs to join me for a facial or pedicure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted on their blog about &lt;a href="http://www.eyeslipsface.com/"&gt;E.L.F (eyes lips face makeup)&lt;/a&gt; awhile back. I logged on&amp;nbsp;and I browsed. &lt;em&gt;And browsed again.&lt;/em&gt; And then placed an order for some shadows and glosses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mind you, I don't place many orders without searching around the internet&amp;nbsp;for a promo code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for less than a minute and found one for 50% off!&amp;nbsp;That took care of the shipping cost and a little more. I place my order and wait patiently for it's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;A week and a half goes by without an email or any product in my mailbox so I give them a call. Somehow their website took my order and shipped it to the Virgin Islands. It's an understandable mistake because in the alphabetical drop down, Utah is after US Virgin Islands. The customer service rep replaces&amp;nbsp;my order and ships it out that day. I get it&lt;em&gt;, I love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the original order arrives. USPS routed it based on my zip code. I call to let them know I got both orders. They say....&lt;strong&gt; "Keep it!"&lt;/strong&gt; It's more work to ship it back. Well, ok. I'll accept. I don't need doubles so Dave's daughter,&amp;nbsp;Stacy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;scored&lt;/strong&gt; a bunch of my free makeups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I saw on someone's blog that JcPenny will give you $10 off a purchase of $10 or with a promo code. (&lt;strong&gt;Ten2you)&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;And all their shoes are shipping for free until 9/6. So Dave's 2 younger daughters each scored a pair of cute shoes just in time for back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remind myself of something&amp;nbsp;when I want something that is is &lt;em&gt;outrageously overpriced&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; The consumer often sets the value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If people are willing to pay millions for glittering donkey turds, they just might charge you millions. So if I can gather up my willpower and walk away, I feel really accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel even better when I get a crazy good deal. It's almost like I'm&amp;nbsp;shoplifting but I'm NOT stealing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8977506562252295543?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8977506562252295543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8977506562252295543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8977506562252295543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8977506562252295543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/miss-frugal.html' title='Miss Frugal'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8255175097196909513</id><published>2010-08-09T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:56:13.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: seamstress or magician</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know of a &lt;em&gt;reliable &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;CHEAP &lt;/strong&gt;seamstress here in Salt Lake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 80% of a wedding dress made&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;need it finished so&amp;nbsp;we can do our formal wedding&amp;nbsp;pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am still feeling the heartbreak of not having the dress ready&amp;nbsp;for our wedding and I am just getting stung worse with the further procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&amp;nbsp;have a friend/mom that can sew pretty well? I'll bring cookies and brownies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8255175097196909513?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8255175097196909513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8255175097196909513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8255175097196909513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8255175097196909513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/wanted-seamstress-or-magician.html' title='Wanted: seamstress or magician'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5165725576739644110</id><published>2010-08-08T01:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:16:09.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary's room/pig hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, the moment of truth is here. I expose what Hillary's room looked like and then I will accept any and all &lt;b&gt;praise &lt;/b&gt;for the 20+ hours I spent in there. I did this all while she was in Lake Powell last week. How lucky is that? Powell AND you get your room cleaned out AND a buttload of Ikea stuff installed to help keep it organized?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She may &lt;s&gt;absolutely love&lt;/s&gt; kill me but also she may learn to put everything away from now on. I honestly don't expect &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; to have houses as tidy as a Home &amp;amp; Garden magazine but this girl is just &lt;i&gt;recently out of high school&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;not working full time &lt;/i&gt;yet. She has &lt;b&gt;plenty&lt;/b&gt; of time to put away her laundry and empty the trash. There is still a lot of consolidation to do with all her craft and sewing stuff but that just takes time. Feast your eyes on the old pig sty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WOtqJ_WI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KAC0GWU9AWE/s1600/4854268962_19d04946ae_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WOtqJ_WI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KAC0GWU9AWE/s320/4854268962_19d04946ae_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuff. Lots o' stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Bedding is stripped off getting washed and baskets are for sorting all that.... stuff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WqtDlGMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-m3etKUC0e0/s1600/4853588693_ff9b570884_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WqtDlGMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-m3etKUC0e0/s320/4853588693_ff9b570884_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pig City&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WrTMHWPI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JUke7louBW8/s1600/4853943349_1820ec08db_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WrTMHWPI/AAAAAAAAAnU/JUke7louBW8/s320/4853943349_1820ec08db_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor girl was too busy to ever stay organized&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WQTeSBPI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WfiSOfjSgbw/s1600/4868881775_bdd80e0aac_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WQTeSBPI/AAAAAAAAAm0/WfiSOfjSgbw/s320/4868881775_bdd80e0aac_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a floor in here?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WR-7ryPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nyTwv_8IB0Q/s1600/4869511142_1300d347cc_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WR-7ryPI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nyTwv_8IB0Q/s320/4869511142_1300d347cc_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tidy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WRCbWn5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/zPjvl5G9c40/s1600/4868885989_12ec8544a6_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WRCbWn5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/zPjvl5G9c40/s320/4868885989_12ec8544a6_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better but still a work in progress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5165725576739644110?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5165725576739644110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5165725576739644110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5165725576739644110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5165725576739644110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/hillarys-roompig-hole.html' title='Hillary&apos;s room/pig hole'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TF5WOtqJ_WI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KAC0GWU9AWE/s72-c/4854268962_19d04946ae_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-898014825551583771</id><published>2010-08-04T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:01:04.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves, sweaters and the cool air</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share &lt;a href="http://rainyday-musings.blogspot.com/2010/08/confession.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from &lt;strike&gt;my cousin's new wife's sister&lt;/strike&gt; Heidi. Fall is the BEST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-898014825551583771?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/898014825551583771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=898014825551583771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/898014825551583771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/898014825551583771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/leaves-sweaters-and-cool-air.html' title='Leaves, sweaters and the cool air'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4951350404431382094</id><published>2010-08-04T15:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:48:54.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooooood!</title><content type='html'>Grace: &lt;em&gt;I've got a very rare blood type. I'm AB positive.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bruce: &lt;em&gt;Well I'm IB positive. I be positive they ain't touching me with no needle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've made it nearly to 25 years of age without knowing my blood type. I had my broken thyroid tested yesterday and requested they run an Rh factor test at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Turns out, I am blood type A+. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start Googling what that means for me. Someone mentioned the blood type diet to me once but I disregarded it. I read more about it while researching my blood type and my interest is peaked. Not for weight loss &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(it'd be a plus but I'm 3/4 comfortable where I am, honestly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; but for prolonged life and health. It says A blood types are better off as a &lt;strong&gt;vegetarian.&lt;/strong&gt; That excites me because I am a&amp;nbsp;terrible&lt;em&gt; vegan&lt;/em&gt; but a wonderful &lt;em&gt;vegetarian&lt;/em&gt;. But then the diet guide goes on to say skip most diary products except yogurt and certain cheeses. That takes the fun right out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone done the blood type diet and&lt;strong&gt; felt better&lt;/strong&gt;? Know anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4951350404431382094?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4951350404431382094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4951350404431382094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4951350404431382094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4951350404431382094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/blooooood.html' title='Blooooood!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8559233166596733834</id><published>2010-08-04T13:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:08:40.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorned</title><content type='html'>Don'tcha hate when you get sick from one of your favorite restaurants? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weekends back, we went to a place I've loved for years. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I won't say where because I don't think it'd be fair to taint their reputation because my stomach disagreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got my favorite item there that&lt;em&gt; no&amp;nbsp;other place&amp;nbsp;does the same.&lt;/em&gt; And the next morning&amp;nbsp;I woke up&amp;nbsp;to horrible stomach pain and vomiting. That went on ALL DAY LONG between passing out and sipping orange juice. Yeck. But Dave didn't get sick at all from his. What a waste of a Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to try the restaurant again &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not for&amp;nbsp;quite a few&amp;nbsp;months)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I am still a little bugged because I don't get &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;horribly ill&lt;/em&gt; very often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances it was me and not the food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post script to my frustration: A hang nail is not a hanging nail. This needs a new name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8559233166596733834?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8559233166596733834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8559233166596733834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8559233166596733834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8559233166596733834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/08/scorned.html' title='Scorned'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-8250139299985321366</id><published>2010-07-29T16:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:57:53.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still wedding planning</title><content type='html'>It's been a little over &lt;em&gt;2 months since I got married&lt;/em&gt; and I am&lt;strong&gt; still&lt;/strong&gt; working on my wedding dress. Yup, you heard right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister, Hillary, &amp;nbsp;is an AMAZING &lt;em&gt;seamstress.&lt;/em&gt; But she is also a &lt;strong&gt;really good procrastinator&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Three&amp;nbsp;days before the wedding, everyone is &lt;strike&gt;out-of-their-minds&lt;/strike&gt; a bit stressed. My sister&amp;nbsp;is scrambling to finish all her work for the Fashion &amp;amp; Design show at school AND my dress. Mind you, we started the dress beginning of February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress I wore for my wedding was &lt;em&gt;borrowed&lt;/em&gt; from my coworker Jen (her husband was also the DJ at our wedding) and it was a &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous chiffon&amp;nbsp;Maggie Sottero dress&lt;/strong&gt;. I am still so grateful for her being so generous to lend me her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to why I am still working on&amp;nbsp;the dress. We haven't done any&lt;strong&gt; bridals or formal wedding pictures&lt;/strong&gt; and we didn't have time on the wedding day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pfft, I don't even know where poeple find the time on the day of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I really want to wear my original dress for my pictures and hoping my sister finds the motivation before fall semester starts. And my tan from Jamaica is looking pretty damn good still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to&amp;nbsp;hand beading the appliques that go on the dress. &lt;strong&gt;Ted-i-ous!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-8250139299985321366?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/8250139299985321366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=8250139299985321366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8250139299985321366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/8250139299985321366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/still-wedding-planning.html' title='Still wedding planning'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3679775202596736424</id><published>2010-07-23T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:48:14.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spot hosts genius engineers</title><content type='html'>I am trying to hit my water intake goal everyday for general health. I've found that having a straw in my Nalgene bottle helps,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; I dunno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Today, I had no straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frowny face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Kiesha and Yuri's adventure's in pinching cocktail straws at one end, insert into another and magically you have a mega long straw. &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/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TEoNECrb1yI/AAAAAAAAAk8/xVZZ-WN86Kk/s1600/2802066477_8f16286719_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TEoNECrb1yI/AAAAAAAAAk8/xVZZ-WN86Kk/s320/2802066477_8f16286719_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad, Yuri, Kiesha and Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I used coffee stir straws instead but it still worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-3679775202596736424?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3679775202596736424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3679775202596736424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3679775202596736424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3679775202596736424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/spot-hosts-genius-engineers.html' title='The Spot hosts genius engineers'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TEoNECrb1yI/AAAAAAAAAk8/xVZZ-WN86Kk/s72-c/2802066477_8f16286719_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6846314179958380549</id><published>2010-07-23T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:31:26.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare me from the Bieber: babybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby...</title><content type='html'>I don't listen to the radio. And not because I am a &lt;strong&gt;radio snob,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; not at all&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you about some things that &lt;strong&gt;eliminate my use of FM radio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;my scooter&lt;/em&gt; to work most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do drive my car, the &lt;em&gt;transit time is about 5-11 minutes&lt;/em&gt; for the whole 2.5 miles I drive in. Not long enough to turn it on unless I want to hear a commercial or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;strong&gt;pretty decent Pioneer deck&lt;/strong&gt; in my car&amp;nbsp;and I remove the face to defer anyone from breaking in. Most of the time the deck face is buried in my handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basement is like a&lt;em&gt; bomb shelter&lt;/em&gt;, it's impossible to get radio down there without it sounding like &lt;strong&gt;static hell.&lt;/strong&gt; So I get dressed and ready to the iPod or TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Real reasons I don't listen to the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point am getting to....&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (eventually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded some songs a few weeks for my oldest niece. Usher's 'OMG', lots of Katy Perry, Lady Gaga and Justin Bieber &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the internet told me he says 'baby' about 50+ times in that song, what's it called....Oh! It's called 'Baby') &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just now listened to this songs. And I am in awe. I think I will appreciate my radio-less-ness more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6846314179958380549?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6846314179958380549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6846314179958380549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6846314179958380549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6846314179958380549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/spare-me-from-bieber.html' title='Spare me from the Bieber: babybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6896341499502354764</id><published>2010-07-19T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:41:14.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a teleporter...</title><content type='html'>Can I say how hard it is to shop for school clothes&amp;nbsp;for&lt;em&gt; Stacy&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Dave's daughter in Colorado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in just about a month and so far I only have the basic for her. Camisoles are easy (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and a must have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well as bras and underwear. Jeans, shirts and shoes? That's gonna be rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons I am not doing so well at this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have people try &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; on before I'll buy. You never know if the manufacture sticks to standard measurements. She is &lt;em&gt;600+ miles away&lt;/em&gt; so that is a big restriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't&amp;nbsp;very &lt;em&gt;feminine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(16 year old girl, you can't blame her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I am so I have to stop and think outside of my normal box of pink, peach, white, polka dots, narrow stripes,&amp;nbsp;blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just &lt;strong&gt;send her money&lt;/strong&gt; but I have this built in &lt;em&gt;magnetism&lt;/em&gt; to the&amp;nbsp;sale rack. I can get so much more out of my dollar that most&amp;nbsp;shoppers can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a stepmom &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(or friend to Dave's children)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a learning experience in a whole new league.&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on how to make this easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, and she needs her hair colored and cut before school. Selecting a salon 600+ miles away? Another difficulty I didn't anticipate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6896341499502354764?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6896341499502354764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6896341499502354764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6896341499502354764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6896341499502354764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/i-need-teleporter.html' title='I need a teleporter...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2133742348889489728</id><published>2010-07-15T10:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:04:15.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN be in 2 places at the same time...</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know that there is another place that has MORE about myself and Dave? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my regular stalkers &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I say that with love, unless you really are stalking. If so, then git! Go find something to do)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;know about it but for all the others,&lt;a href="http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/"&gt; here is a link to my blog I share with&amp;nbsp;my husband. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's mostly updates on all the fun SHTUFF we do together. &lt;em&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2133742348889489728?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2133742348889489728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2133742348889489728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2133742348889489728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2133742348889489728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/i-can-be-in-2-places-at-same-time.html' title='I CAN be in 2 places at the same time...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7934124514696086935</id><published>2010-07-15T09:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:56:17.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More bebe thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TD8nF7E8s-I/AAAAAAAAAic/FFhLhM2o14Y/s1600/goldie35.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TD8nF7E8s-I/AAAAAAAAAic/FFhLhM2o14Y/s400/goldie35.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are still thinking about when is &lt;strong&gt;the right time.&lt;/strong&gt; Do&amp;nbsp;we wait until we've finished our college education? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(with my patience for&amp;nbsp;school right now, it'll be another 15 years.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do&amp;nbsp;we wait until&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;feel financially solid&amp;nbsp;with a bunch in savings? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(with my travel bug, it'll be spent on another vacation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do&amp;nbsp;we wait until&amp;nbsp;we feel at our healthiest? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(it's a work in progress)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a&amp;nbsp;hundreds of&amp;nbsp;reasons to wait but none feel like the right one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Don't &lt;/strong&gt;anyone go jumping the gun now and say me and Dave are pregnant. Cause right now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;we are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We just want to be educated and somewhat &lt;strong&gt;prepared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;for when we do make that &lt;em&gt;decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really happy for&amp;nbsp;those in our life&amp;nbsp;that just announced they are expecting&amp;nbsp;a new t&lt;em&gt;iny bundle of joy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dave's sister,&lt;/strong&gt; my cousin's &lt;strong&gt;wife&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;a friend&lt;/strong&gt; from school, and&amp;nbsp;someone at &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;. Not to mention, my best friend since 3rd grade is having her first baby in just about 6 weeks &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or less.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh my, I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt; to meet &lt;em&gt;baby Kaylee!&lt;/em&gt; There is a bunch more but I can't be sure people would like me telling my readers they have a bun in their oven. I understand it's a private thing for some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7934124514696086935?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7934124514696086935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7934124514696086935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7934124514696086935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7934124514696086935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/more-bebe-thoughts.html' title='More bebe thoughts...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TD8nF7E8s-I/AAAAAAAAAic/FFhLhM2o14Y/s72-c/goldie35.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5833482169824591566</id><published>2010-07-13T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:33:20.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing frogless frog legs! WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; If you are &lt;em&gt;super easily grossed out&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; do not&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;watch the video. It's kinda freaky to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;eaten frog legs&amp;nbsp;once in my&amp;nbsp;young life. It was&amp;nbsp;in Ft. Lauderdale before I went on a cruise&amp;nbsp;with my grandparents, aunts &amp;amp; uncles and my beloved ma. I &lt;em&gt;don't remember&lt;/em&gt; what they tasted like &lt;strong&gt;honestly.&lt;/strong&gt; I was pretty certain I didn't want to eat them again and then I saw this video. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;certain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YZJt_Bw3eo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YZJt_Bw3eo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5833482169824591566?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5833482169824591566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5833482169824591566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5833482169824591566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5833482169824591566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/dancing-frogless-grog-legs-wtf.html' title='Dancing frogless frog legs! WTF?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6302943605367702322</id><published>2010-07-13T12:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:02:13.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chia pet eyelashes</title><content type='html'>My cousin &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(in law but who cares&lt;/span&gt;) is &lt;strong&gt;adorable.&lt;/strong&gt; Post over, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But really, &lt;a href="http://www.scottandles.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Leslie Carpenter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. I met her when Scott first brought her to our family Christmas party years ago and have always have &lt;em&gt;a curiosity about her&lt;/em&gt;. And as time goes by, I've learned she is kickass. So much that her husband should &lt;strong&gt;get her&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/eyelash-progress.html"&gt;the lash serum.&lt;/a&gt; Proof that it works:&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/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TDy3KLkVI4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ige4hSv2mok/s1600/lash1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TDy3KLkVI4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ige4hSv2mok/s320/lash1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holy mega freakazoid lash sprouting really quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="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/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TDy3K8P1PVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iCyyt_3qd_8/s1600/lash2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TDy3K8P1PVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iCyyt_3qd_8/s320/lash2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do get sad when they go through their normal lash cycle &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(6-8 weeks or so)&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;super long ones&lt;/strong&gt; fall out. But they &lt;em&gt;come back&lt;/em&gt; QUICK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6302943605367702322?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6302943605367702322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6302943605367702322' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6302943605367702322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6302943605367702322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/chia-pet-eyelashes.html' title='Chia pet eyelashes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TDy3KLkVI4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ige4hSv2mok/s72-c/lash1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4779812371508096743</id><published>2010-07-06T16:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:13:49.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people and their kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to give a nod to MY mother. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is nearly done raising 8 kids. &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt; And there wasn’t been much of a time that she didn’t have one of our friends staying with us as well. &lt;em&gt;My father died unexpectedly when I was 7.&lt;/em&gt; My mother was left alone with &lt;strong&gt;5 kids and 3 babies&lt;/strong&gt;. My youngest brother was only &lt;strong&gt;6 weeks old&lt;/strong&gt;, Hillary bring &lt;strong&gt;just&amp;nbsp;1&lt;/strong&gt; and Heather &lt;strong&gt;was 2&lt;/strong&gt;. Can you imagine? It was hard on the whole family and my mom &lt;em&gt;kept strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things my mom did/still does that I appreciate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us kids have different fathers. Some of which have screwed up &lt;strong&gt;BIG time&lt;/strong&gt; in their life. She never said bad things about them to us kids, &lt;em&gt;regardless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I value that my mom let us be the kids and she did all her bitching or complaining to an adult friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;em&gt;worked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Monday-Friday 7am-6pm&lt;/strong&gt; and still does. And if you know my mom, she could us some time off for her health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My sister also lives with a few herniated disks in her back and she&lt;em&gt; works everyday&lt;/em&gt; to give her kids what they need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother &lt;strong&gt;never moved us all around&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ve lived in the same house since I was&lt;em&gt; two years old&lt;/em&gt;. Me and my siblings all went to the same elementary, Jr. High and high school.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She offered that stability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother also made us &lt;strong&gt;accountable&lt;/strong&gt; for our own actions. She didn’t justify us being &lt;strong&gt;snotty or rude&lt;/strong&gt; to other people because of any &lt;em&gt;hard times we had gone through&lt;/em&gt;. And she &lt;strong&gt;never was rude&lt;/strong&gt; to other people either. She would rather shrug her shoulders, tell you to go away &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(or eat shit, depending on the offense&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; and move on with her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught us not to play &lt;strong&gt;The Blame Game&lt;/strong&gt;. I suppose that goes with accountability. &lt;em&gt;With every action, there is a consequence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another thing my mother taught me. To just shut up when you are digging your hole deeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4779812371508096743?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4779812371508096743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4779812371508096743' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4779812371508096743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4779812371508096743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/some-people-and-their-kids.html' title='Some people and their kids'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7612595789529497772</id><published>2010-07-02T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:04:33.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool.</title><content type='html'>I may take the plunge and&amp;nbsp;enroll&amp;nbsp;in school&amp;nbsp;to be a Master Esthetician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's affordable, my interest levels in that are much higher than accounting &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(bleh)&lt;/span&gt; at this point and it'd be cheaper for laser hair removal for me after I graduate.... Hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7612595789529497772?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7612595789529497772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7612595789529497772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7612595789529497772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7612595789529497772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/07/back-to-school-to-prove-to-dad-that-im.html' title='Back to school, to prove to Dad that I&apos;m not a fool.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5314061967148216680</id><published>2010-06-30T15:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:48:47.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye sleep?</title><content type='html'>He is thinking about babies....&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488678982829919266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TCu0dGG6zCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jz391EfnBYs/s320/dexter_303.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter. Season 3, Episode 3. &lt;br /&gt;Debra Morgan: A baby? A motherfucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rolly&lt;/span&gt;-poly, chubby cheeked, shit machine?&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter Morgan: I've never heard it described in quite those words before, but yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5314061967148216680?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5314061967148216680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5314061967148216680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5314061967148216680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5314061967148216680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/06/goodbye-sleep.html' title='Goodbye sleep?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/TCu0dGG6zCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jz391EfnBYs/s72-c/dexter_303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7990872671246707581</id><published>2010-06-24T10:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:42:15.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my... Bracing myself for the religious controversy.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; lately. I think the bishop's words from our wedding ceremony really sunk in. I don't have any of it verbatim (one words: nerves!) but I remember him saying something about love being given to us by Christ and therefor, love should always be Christlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to United Around the Wrong Cause" href="http://www.theblazingcenter.com/2010/06/united-around-the-wrong-cause.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;United Around the Wrong Cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians are not united by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschooling, public school, or private school.&lt;br /&gt;Republicanism or liberalism.&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism, environmentalism, or socialism.&lt;br /&gt;Continuation of the gifts of the spirit or cessation of the gifts of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Infant baptism or believer’s baptism.&lt;br /&gt;Calvinist theology or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arminian&lt;/span&gt; theology.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking alcohol or not drinking alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Praise choruses or hymns.&lt;br /&gt;Being artsy or being intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Vaccinating or not vaccinating your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are united by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ and him crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7990872671246707581?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7990872671246707581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7990872671246707581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7990872671246707581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7990872671246707581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/06/oh-my-bracing-myself-for-religious.html' title='Oh my... Bracing myself for the religious controversy.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1407677107415695882</id><published>2010-05-07T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:05:06.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar! Hiss! Snort!</title><content type='html'>And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bridezilla&lt;/span&gt; within me is rearing her big ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S-RkGJKt8CI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yqogBzGIcDg/s1600/bridezilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468605904237490210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S-RkGJKt8CI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yqogBzGIcDg/s320/bridezilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person was complaining about dreading the next 2 weeks. I inquired as to why. They have to help plan a bridal shower or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party for a friend. They had to HELP. Not organize, coordinate or be a ringleader. They are also a bridesmaid and need to acquire a dress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I remained polite but very curt and offered as much empathy as possible. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, “Hey….shut the fuck up. I am getting married in 2 weeks and I don’t appreciate your ‘pity me epilogue’ at this particular time cause I am stressed and spread pretty thin right now. I’ll snap and breathe fire and then rip your damn head off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding is NOT A BIG DEAL. It’s a celebration and it is just one day.&lt;br /&gt;But it is a pretty monumental day, to me. It’s the start of my lifelong commitment. And if I just want someone to take it a little easier on my because I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done a massive amount of planning and preparation, that really is not that much to ask. In my own opinion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, does saying that lessen the blow of a harsh statement? Another favorite cop out, “I’m just saying…” I will be responsible for the consequences of my words but the disclosure still stands, it’s my opinion. This is my blog. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rambling trying to explain myself. Please see previous blog entry about foot in mouth/censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bridesmaid gone rabid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, she’s not really out there biting people, foaming at the mouth and red-eyed. She is STRESSING ME OUT! We haven’t talked since November because I won’t initiate conversation if I have nothing nice to say.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, put the dress on, hold the flowers and walk this line. Smile if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. This little rant felt good. Should we place bets on if I piss anyone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, FYI. I thought about an anonymous blog elsewhere but I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t love the idea of going anonymous to have my expressions be my own. Now, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean that I will be making lengthy entries on a soapbox… very often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, another by the way. I love the groom very very much! He is most definitely NOT on the shit list. He is a godsend. He is trying to help me manage my stress and keep me from kicking kittens. I picked up his ring from the jeweler yesterday and it is gorgeous. So excited he picked me and I picked him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1407677107415695882?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1407677107415695882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1407677107415695882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1407677107415695882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1407677107415695882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/05/roar-hiss-snort.html' title='Roar! Hiss! Snort!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S-RkGJKt8CI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/yqogBzGIcDg/s72-c/bridezilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1615606204418304833</id><published>2010-05-06T10:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:15:59.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>%^&amp;$#!</title><content type='html'>I have this heavy feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unwelcomed&lt;/span&gt; censorship.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be discontented but I do like to be expressive.&lt;br /&gt;I will admit when I am wrong but I still want my perspective to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of starting writing somewhere new. I love to write! I've been writing since I was able to construct a sentence (or not, looking back on some items in my scrapbook) and I've had so many things that make me hesitate. Well, not things. People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this blog will still stand with updates on changes in life and the world as I know it. But the real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty thoughts and feelings will be elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and emotions are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flatulence&lt;/span&gt;.... better out than in? Unless they are stinky? Then go hide it somewhere? Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1615606204418304833?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1615606204418304833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1615606204418304833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1615606204418304833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1615606204418304833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='%^&amp;$#!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5084093066004485063</id><published>2010-04-11T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:39:20.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold!</title><content type='html'>I just sold my first item on Etsy! Now I am inspired to make more cutesy items and post 'em. Hooray me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: I had some peoples ask me about my shop. It's small and crumby right now but I am wanting to add a variety of handmades. Give it time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Jessibella"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop/Jessibella&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/8593028650672972815-5084093066004485063?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5084093066004485063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5084093066004485063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5084093066004485063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5084093066004485063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/04/sold.html' title='Sold!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2374127225470201359</id><published>2010-04-11T03:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:50:41.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The bridal shower that rocked your socks off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kiesha planned me a bridal shower and executed it amazingly! The pictures will be on my Flickr soon, Britta was sweet and documented all of it on her lovely Nikon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arrived late and frustrated because I was late. Boo. Within seconds, I had hugs and a drink.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone visited and then we ate the really yummy dinner Kiesha organized. Croissant sandwiches, wraps and Caesar salad. Christofer is a darling and brought key lime cupcakes from So Cupcake. Coincidentally, I just had my first So Cupcake key lime treat on Friday and was ready for another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After eats and more visiting, we played a game. Kiesha had secretly contacted Dave to ask him 20 questions about both him and me. Everyone was distributed a question and when I answered wrong, I drank. If I answered correctly, they drank!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I missed a few of them but did decent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved hearing how my answers aligned to the ones Dave gave. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we did gifts! Another adorable thing Kiesha organized with the shower! On the invite, she asked that the women bring their favorite thing as a gift and then I was to guess who brought what. Every gift was so cute. I literally got caught saying this over and over, “I love it, so cute. Thank you, you are so cute.” It was true though, everyone gave thoughtful and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;cute &lt;/b&gt;gifts! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone hung around for a bit to chat. We finished the pitcher of cosmopolitans. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was so nice to sit back and just enjoy the lovely women I love so much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A big big thank you to Kiesha and Christofer for making it so enjoyable. And of course, to all the women who came to celebrate with me! I loved seeing everyone and the gifties are all SO CUTE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2374127225470201359?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2374127225470201359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2374127225470201359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2374127225470201359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2374127225470201359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/04/bridal-shower-that-rocked-your-socks.html' title='The bridal shower that rocked your socks off!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-4858020167835809385</id><published>2010-03-23T17:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:19:16.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I know?</title><content type='html'>Whitney says what I can't find a way to. &lt;a href="http://www.fostersblogger.com/Blog/Blog.aspx?BlogID=2630f3fe-1512-4c91-9d7b-06d3d610a3b1"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-4858020167835809385?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/4858020167835809385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=4858020167835809385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4858020167835809385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/4858020167835809385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/03/how-do-i-know.html' title='How do I know?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-9108424417049177377</id><published>2010-03-14T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:24:56.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding shtuff</title><content type='html'>Yeah, we have somewhere to post wedding related things. And will probably utilize it later in life when I become a mommy blogger. I can already see the eyes rolling.  Shut it, it could happen! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;Anyways, have a look here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicaanddavid-h.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another spot on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for us to yap about... us!&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/8593028650672972815-9108424417049177377?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/9108424417049177377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=9108424417049177377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/9108424417049177377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/9108424417049177377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/03/wedding-shtuff.html' title='Wedding shtuff'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1617883158727559301</id><published>2010-03-04T11:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:28:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unruly little lash</title><content type='html'>I am still loving the lash serum. My lashes are getting more '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;-pow' everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except... Anyone with long lashes find that they are harder to tame? The serum I am using gives amazing natural curl but I curl 'em anyways to make them all uniform. Except I've got a few lashes that go left, right and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skeewompus&lt;/span&gt;. They are like yard weeds on their own agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving the length on this lash, minus the fact that it is terribly out of place. It seems to have popped up this morning. I tried to make it go towards the outer edge of my eye so that it doesn't look so freaky. No such luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444845846880770514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4_6cyAW2dI/AAAAAAAAAcI/loXiat0sAig/s320/lash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of how good they are looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444862425811749746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S5AJhzVhi3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ur-C4qKAwCI/s320/lash2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1617883158727559301?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1617883158727559301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1617883158727559301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1617883158727559301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1617883158727559301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/03/unruly-little-lash.html' title='Unruly little lash'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4_6cyAW2dI/AAAAAAAAAcI/loXiat0sAig/s72-c/lash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1091917832141903382</id><published>2010-02-21T20:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:37:54.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dave gave me a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; 16G pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; for my birthday. And I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; retire my old one and use this new one! I am ‘one of those’ people who have to cover their loved electronics with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Invisishield&lt;/span&gt; before using them. That was first priority. And I like to use a dock whenever possible. Usually on my desk at work and the dresser at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had no idea that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Apple reversed the location of the dock and headphone ports. Which creates some compatibility issues with older docks. As usual, Apple included a white, molded plastic universal dock fitting for the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I searched for a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; docks and decided to make my own. The results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4H75zit0aI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YCoHc_HKSHs/s1600-h/DSC08541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4H75zit0aI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YCoHc_HKSHs/s400/DSC08541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440906795347202466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;I found this tiny cardboard drawer set in my closet and fancied it up with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xacto&lt;/span&gt; knife and hot glue.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The bottom drawer is perfect size for my tiny essentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4H7mWhpwHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kCODJawETCM/s1600-h/DSC08539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4H7mWhpwHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kCODJawETCM/s400/DSC08539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440906461140598898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m really not sharing this because it was some big crafting feat, but only because it’s cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1091917832141903382?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1091917832141903382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1091917832141903382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1091917832141903382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1091917832141903382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/02/innovations.html' title='Innovations'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S4H75zit0aI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YCoHc_HKSHs/s72-c/DSC08541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2654013897113589295</id><published>2010-02-16T16:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:35:35.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like this dumb girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I got a chance to watch TV on our flight to Calif rnia last month and made the mistake of watching a few minutes of Real World on MTV. It was the first episode where they show the 'About Me' videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley from Fort Bragg, CA: “My most prized possession is my passport because to me, it equals freedom. Have I been able to use it before? No. Is there a stamp inside? No. But it’s having it that makes me feel comforted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S3mW5R6nhAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YKNYGmFZBSk/s400/rwdc-ashley-passport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My passport came today and I kind of feel like this dumb girl. I think it's pretty damn neat. I already have a trip planned to use it (honeymoon!) but I think there will be many stamps before I have to renew in 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S3srUN4gc6I/AAAAAAAAAao/OJLVjm0Ffhs/s1600-h/4363893826_5f7f65b855_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S3srUN4gc6I/AAAAAAAAAao/OJLVjm0Ffhs/s400/4363893826_5f7f65b855_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438988601304052642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I can't believe I used to watch hours of Real World. This season, they all seem like kids. I used to think they were so much older. Oh my...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2654013897113589295?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2654013897113589295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2654013897113589295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2654013897113589295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2654013897113589295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-this-dumb-girl.html' title='I feel like this dumb girl...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S3mW5R6nhAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YKNYGmFZBSk/s72-c/rwdc-ashley-passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6828709493826214901</id><published>2010-02-03T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:21:54.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never get it</title><content type='html'>"And there was always something she had to plan&lt;br /&gt;She's always looking down in her left hand&lt;br /&gt;She was always inbetween her life and her childhood dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was always something he had to mend.&lt;br /&gt;You give a rule, you give him something to bend.&lt;br /&gt;And he was always inbetween his word and what his word means. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Taylor -Replay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6828709493826214901?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6828709493826214901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6828709493826214901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6828709493826214901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6828709493826214901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/02/you-will-never-get-it.html' title='You will never get it'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5071801631732346653</id><published>2010-01-28T01:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:23:17.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Options peeking around every corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I tried on four dresses a week or so ago. Fell in love with one. It felt like it was just for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;It was out of my price range. I wanted to splurge and try to resell it after the wedding but decided against it. I'm not for taking risks lately. I want everything to stay according to budget and planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I weighed my options with the bridal shop for a few days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I took my younger sister with me to try it on and make sure I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t seeing it through the rose-colored lenses. We arrive on a Saturday afternoon and were informed that it had sold. It was sitting right there on the rack but someone put a deposit on it, so it was off limits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Sad and discouraged, I searched online for the dress. All I found was scams and options that were even more expensive.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I gave up the online search and went to David's Bridal. I'm sure some people have had great experiences. I had a really awful one. I made an appointment weeks before. Arrived at 6:20 for a 6:30 appointment. I was greeted but told I would have to wait for the 6:00 appointment (who walked in at the same time as me) to fill in her paperwork. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, she's late. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I tried on four dresses there and didn't swoon over any. If push comes to shove, I may go look there again.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This is the exciting part. I used a well-known search engine (as well as an uncomfortable verb) and Googled some dresses styles.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I found on that is practically identical, cheaper and there is so many more pictures of it online! On real brides and different models too. The reason for the price being lower is this designer released it 2 years ago as opposed to my first choice who released their dress last year.  Did some get some 'inspiration' from another designer? Perhaps.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I wish I could post pictures of it to show y'all how unique the styling is, you might understand my excitement more then.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;So, I am keeping my fingers crossed that this one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t flop and I’ll have a dress soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-5071801631732346653?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5071801631732346653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5071801631732346653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5071801631732346653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5071801631732346653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/options-coming-out-from-all-angles.html' title='Options peeking around every corner'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-233524476470605138</id><published>2010-01-23T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:17:13.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, we are going to have an inventory luau.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone who knows me well, knows I love The Office. I've been following it since the start of Season 2 when Margo got me hooked on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like Michael Scott. Season 3, Episode 11. And 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S1stI2k5QvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WPOhP6jkNB8/s400/the_office_sandals_jamaica.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429983405837730546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are going to Sandals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whitehouse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiesha&lt;/span&gt; guessed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am still squealing with excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We thought about going on a cruise so we could see more places but it became out of our budget once we added in the port fees, off shore excursions and drinks. Yup, on cruises you pay for all your drinks. And that is something that I like to enjoy when on an island with white sand and warm weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-233524476470605138?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/233524476470605138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=233524476470605138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/233524476470605138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/233524476470605138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/tonight-we-are-going-to-have-inventory.html' title='Tonight, we are going to have an inventory luau.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S1stI2k5QvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WPOhP6jkNB8/s72-c/the_office_sandals_jamaica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5237855617006363048</id><published>2010-01-22T12:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:34:26.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon is a go!</title><content type='html'>I just booked our honeymoon less than 5 minutes ago!! We leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; at 5:57 the morning after the wedding. I'm hoping with that early of a flight, it will takes less than an hour for check-in and security or else we will pretty much roll our wedding night into an all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; extravaganza. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I hear is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beastie&lt;/span&gt; Boys. "No sleep 'til Jamaica!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429663379741710066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S1oKE4dzlvI/AAAAAAAAAXU/AM9pzZoyJzs/s400/Img122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429663613381775330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S1oKSe18D-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Qjr8RWt6OEU/s400/whitehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429663518839392994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S1oKM-pRyuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zXv5NK_CxH4/s400/Sandals-Whitehouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I filed for a new passport for myself and a renewal for Dave this morning. I had a moment of panic when he took my original birth certificate and said, "They'll mail it back to you..." I just know how paperwork gets lost with any business and often it is a government entity. I have my fingers crossed that everything will go smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to seriously to hit the gym to get ready for the little sun dresses I am already shopping for. No more slacking. And of course, to be smoking hot for my new husband on our tropical honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, can anyone guess WHERE in Jamaica we are going? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-5237855617006363048?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5237855617006363048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5237855617006363048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5237855617006363048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5237855617006363048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/honeymoon-is-go.html' title='Honeymoon is a go!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S1oKE4dzlvI/AAAAAAAAAXU/AM9pzZoyJzs/s72-c/Img122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1868481958308415</id><published>2010-01-20T01:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:15:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too timid</title><content type='html'>I just changed all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/span&gt; entries to public.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been writing in that online journal since 2003. Intermittently. Through multiple friendships, boyfriends, moves, jobs and many many emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so badly wanted to bare it all for everyone to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And instead I have changed everything back to private, downloaded as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt; and will be deleting the entire online log. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing in there that anyone else needs to see. Their assumptions of me will be the same even without some online journal where I attempted to document my life and thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8593028650672972815-1868481958308415?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1868481958308415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1868481958308415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1868481958308415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1868481958308415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/too-timid.html' title='Too timid'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-1529724897723785580</id><published>2010-01-12T16:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:22:16.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More begging for wedding contacts</title><content type='html'>I didn't make any New Years Resolutions this year. In fact, I never do. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be none of that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know there are 3 children to every adult in Disneyland? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's not a verified fact but it felt like it. I waited an hour to meet Mickey and he didn't say a word. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425994387067653154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S00BJZpuTCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-kjo9A2HoMU/s320/Mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wedding is getting closer. Someone must be broadcasting that I feel like I've procrastinate planning the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schmess&lt;/span&gt;. It's guaranteed that I will have anxiety when someone asks, "When is it? Where is it at?" Well, I know when. And I am hoping to know where really soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone know someone who does ceiling draping for CHEAP? You know how they turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; cultural halls into a sheer fabric dreamland? I'm not needing the whole ceiling and walls. I am thinking something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425997010603657058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S00DiHFcx2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/z-m31HZ0zRo/s320/provo+courthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I got addresses from almost everyone for Save the Dates. I still have a few to get out the door, send me a reminder if I forgot yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, I love this girl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425996047290686274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S00CqCdvW0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/c8J6nR-GWis/s320/Me+and+Jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-1529724897723785580?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/1529724897723785580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=1529724897723785580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1529724897723785580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/1529724897723785580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/more-begging-for-wedding-contacts.html' title='More begging for wedding contacts'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S00BJZpuTCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/-kjo9A2HoMU/s72-c/Mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-3507700285527478539</id><published>2010-01-06T12:16:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:55:29.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyelash progress</title><content type='html'>Back on October 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I took these pictures of my sad sad eyelashes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TqJWuUG_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2gYzQV08uPQ/s1600-h/badlash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717297700477938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TqJWuUG_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2gYzQV08uPQ/s320/badlash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TiIbTRflI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ASTeVzvseBU/s1600-h/badlash.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TiPcHe-rI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8k-JuGvAqEo/s1600-h/badlash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TqQBioGHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/y7A9Efh5Y8A/s1600-h/badlash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423717412273395826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TqQBioGHI/AAAAAAAAAV8/y7A9Efh5Y8A/s320/badlash2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had just bought a lash conditioner that day out of desperation to not have bald eyeballs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In August, I had a fit of stress and anxiety and tore my eyelashes out. Along with a horrid eyebrow waxing incident. Always have a waxing buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is my lashes today, with one coat of mascara. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0ToxMxh8XI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ejbt2t9h7CE/s1600-h/lash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt;! These lashes practically touch my eyebrows! The inner corners of my eyes, have tiny lashes. I'm amazed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423716637501685410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0Tpi7Sp_qI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h2ntF0ZNuHY/s320/lash2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-3507700285527478539?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/3507700285527478539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=3507700285527478539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3507700285527478539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/3507700285527478539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2010/01/eyelash-progress.html' title='Eyelash progress'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/S0TqJWuUG_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/2gYzQV08uPQ/s72-c/badlash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-5299360642007353903</id><published>2009-12-09T21:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:49:10.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits of festive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dave's Safe Haven for Sour Patch Kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SyB6Qmhp_FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Irh3h9_XrTU/s1600-h/DSC08231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SyB6Qmhp_FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Irh3h9_XrTU/s320/DSC08231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413461177737542738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my Gummi Town USA. More ginger madness on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessimoodles/"&gt;my Flickr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SyB5-vCHSXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sWaYJoL7Hy0/s1600-h/DSC08229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SyB5-vCHSXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sWaYJoL7Hy0/s320/DSC08229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413460870783519090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 days to Las Vegas. 23 to Long Beach, LA and Disneyland. 26 days to muh birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;164 days to the wedding. 5 months and 2 weeks. I might want to solidify the reservation on my venue.... Uuuugh. I'm the worst wedding planner. I have a bunch of save the dates addressed and ready to mail. As soon as I buy stamps. And I planned on hand delivery a bunch to my Logan relatives at the Christmas party but Vegas requires me that Saturday. So, I can give them to my ma to hand deliver or trust the post man but pay him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I'm the worst wedding planner. How surprised would Dave be if I did nothing more and just showed up at a half ass'd wedding!? Kidding, I'd DIE. But seriously, how do I spark his interest in the decor and catering? Just so that's off my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-5299360642007353903?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/5299360642007353903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=5299360642007353903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5299360642007353903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/5299360642007353903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2009/12/daves-safe-haven-for-sour-patch-kids.html' title='Bits of festive'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SyB6Qmhp_FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Irh3h9_XrTU/s72-c/DSC08231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2555210116505361957</id><published>2009-12-05T11:52:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:08:41.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond encrusted tittays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It made it on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for the 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; year in a row. Yup, the VS Fantasy Bra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every Christmas season, Victoria's Secret releases a diamond encrusted bra at some crazy high price. And I assume people buy these or they would stop making them. I find myself amused with it every year and I joke that I want it. But to spend 3 million+ on a bra? Naw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SxqtTlteauI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ksZitk4TcCA/s320/ftr.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411828454291040994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hand set with over 2,340 brilliant cut with, champagne and cognac colored diamonds, and accentuated with a rare 16-carat heart shaped champagne diamond pendant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Total carat weight: 150 ct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;$3,000,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some previous years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Sxqud64B23I/AAAAAAAAAUE/YQ__hFJbBSE/s320/ftr+(1).jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411829731282770802" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Set with 3,575 black diamonds, 117 certified 1-carat round diamonds and 34 rubies with a piece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; resistance of two lavish black diamond drops totaling 100 carats. Adorned with 3,900 stunning gems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Total carat weight 1,500 ct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;$5,000,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Sxq6kYU57jI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CiUMQ5l8pq4/s320/ftr2.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411843036407262770" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The set includes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; a thong, garter, cuff bracelet and matching barrette with a holly and poinsettia theme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Total carat weight:&lt;br /&gt;548.76  in Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;797.40 in Emeralds&lt;br /&gt;276.93 in Rubies.&lt;br /&gt;3.42 in Yellow Sapphires.&lt;br /&gt;$4,500,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The last one was my favorite of all. So, if you find yourself with a few extra million this holiday season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8593028650672972815-2555210116505361957?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2555210116505361957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2555210116505361957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2555210116505361957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2555210116505361957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2009/12/diamon-encrusted-tittays.html' title='Diamond encrusted tittays'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SxqtTlteauI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ksZitk4TcCA/s72-c/ftr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-104517319470619558</id><published>2009-12-04T14:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:09:54.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets and ink</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/post/239234457/cupcake-kebabs-submitted-by-nibblesbynora"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;! So many horrid/amazing things here. The darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kiesha&lt;/span&gt; sent me it because it reminded her of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t think it’s because she thinks I’m fat (or…..does she?) But more so because I love cupcakes. Always have. I even went so far as to get a cupcake tattoo at 19 because I loved the tiny, pretty baked goods so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gourmet cupcake fad hit, I was thrilled. Shortly after, I was sad. As she was pressing a tattoo gun into my skin, my favorite artist said that she’d never done a cupcake tattoo. Fast forward 3.5 years to a Subway, the girl behind me compliments mine and proceeds to show me her brand new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is identical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sara did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very sad day indeed. I felt like my attempt at cute + original was a flop. And there is tons of cupcake tattoos now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I one upped and got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creamsicle&lt;/span&gt; tattoo. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411490283088515954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Sxl5vbz4E3I/AAAAAAAAATk/amL8Kbp_yEY/s400/3931353119_af2523388e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did this post have enough tangents?&lt;br /&gt;This Friday could not come soon enough, what a strange rough week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-104517319470619558?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/104517319470619558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=104517319470619558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/104517319470619558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/104517319470619558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2009/12/sweets-and-ink.html' title='Sweets and ink'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Sxl5vbz4E3I/AAAAAAAAATk/amL8Kbp_yEY/s72-c/3931353119_af2523388e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-7258340434000299789</id><published>2009-11-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:25:31.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They get me everytime</title><content type='html'>I may have to filter JetBlue, Hotwire, Expedia and others as junk for my email. Anytime I get a notification of a last minute special or sale, I am ready to go on vacation, immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before Christmas, I am headed to Las Vegas for a friend’s wedding. I am really excited for her and a bit envious. She arranged her wedding in less than 1 month and isn’t worried about who can make it or not.  I originally wanted a Vegas wedding but my family didn’t love the idea of driving/flying there. And I’m not talking a drive thru or Elvis wedding. The Venetian and Bellagio both have appealing ceremony sites .But I am happy for Jen and I am happy to go to Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for an early birthday surprise, Dave has planned a trip to Disneyland! We leave New Years Day and come back on the 5th. I haven’t been since I was little and I honestly think I am more excited than the average child. We are thinking of spending New Years Day in Santa Monica or San Diego and then a birthday dinner in Los Angeles. Also, I will be trying lobster again since I hated it the first time around but everyone says it’s amazing.  Any suggestions on some good eats in that area?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-7258340434000299789?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/7258340434000299789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=7258340434000299789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7258340434000299789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/7258340434000299789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2009/11/they-get-me-everytime.html' title='They get me everytime'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-2004416938451404373</id><published>2009-11-20T12:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:19:37.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave's melting skin</title><content type='html'>Dave decided months ago that he wanted to get a really large tattoo removed from his back. I admire that it’s not just for vanity. He wants to be able to be at the beach or any pool without a shirt and not have people get the wrong impression of him immediately. He thinks it’s offensive now and regrets getting it, especially because the ‘artist’ did it so terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumor of the pain? Absolutely true. He was dozing in and out getting the ink put in, years ago. During the removal, he clenched the chair as hard as he could and had a hard time focusing on breathing. And he is usually pretty enduring. The sessions are relatively quick but his skin will be recovering for a long time. My role as the loving finacee? I get to help him keep it clean and moisturized! Yeah! I feel bad for him to have the blistering, itching and irritated skin but I’m really happy he won’t have this marking of an old lifestyle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before (crumby low resolution camera phone pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406279450415968930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Swb2hDaJsqI/AAAAAAAAATc/t_se4GEaeXw/s400/2323232327Ffp4323C3B3Enu3D32393E693B3E3643E2323A693B455234ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after we got home: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406279335962809586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Swb2aZCZFPI/AAAAAAAAATU/DkhaFG1rLVA/s400/Removal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Owwie&lt;/span&gt; hot, blistering, peeling, itchy awful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-2004416938451404373?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/2004416938451404373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=2004416938451404373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2004416938451404373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/2004416938451404373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2009/11/daves-melting-skin.html' title='Dave&apos;s melting skin'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/Swb2hDaJsqI/AAAAAAAAATc/t_se4GEaeXw/s72-c/2323232327Ffp4323C3B3Enu3D32393E693B3E3643E2323A693B455234ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593028650672972815.post-6800120582740352624</id><published>2009-11-10T14:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:35:50.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Shoulder Hippies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pardon any typos or grammatical errors, my head is spinning with flu-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;symptons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking of, is anyone else dodging the word 'flu' because you anticipate a gasping response of, "H1N1!? Swine flu!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mystic Hot Springs this last weekend with Michele and Ryan. There is pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessimoodles/"&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a place like no other. We got there Friday night and checked into their crazy expensive RV area. Twenty dollars per person, per night! I know that it includes the soak in the hot springs but the value just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t match what I paid. They offered trade, you can work for your stay but they were a bit flaky about what people could do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get the RV set in place and hike up in the moonlight for a soak. There is a bunch of giant bathtubs that the hot water just flows into and down the hill. It was pretty dreamy to relax under the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402591421575326178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SvncRhWR6eI/AAAAAAAAASs/uMtcan0kRHw/s400/4090169041_e22bb91008_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up in the morning, had some awesome breakfast burritos and went exploring. There is a section of trailers people are living in permanently. I haven’t ever seen 8 Mile but somehow the trailers seemed reminiscent of what was in that movie. Had I seen it. There must be an understanding that if something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t work, you just throw it out the back door. Washers, dryers and miscellaneous furniture were in piles. Next to the old derby car that will have another triumph, another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soaking, hanging out, exploring until Sunday afternoon. They have a couch graveyard on the property too! I imagine that a local hotel paid them to dump old furniture in one area because there was multiples of the same couch, headboards and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nightables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There were some llamas, goats and donkeys in another area that were pretty cute and lively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;naturel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and nice to get away but be sure you are current on your tetanus before going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593028650672972815-6800120582740352624?l=www.jessibella.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jessibella.com/feeds/6800120582740352624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593028650672972815&amp;postID=6800120582740352624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6800120582740352624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593028650672972815/posts/default/6800120582740352624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jessibella.com/2009/11/cold-shoulder-hippies.html' title='Cold Shoulder Hippies'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05012139244617920408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YqFsJ4gJ0Ec/TXXNC8aThDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JSoVjl3BDGc/s220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fi9ftNzroi0/SvncRhWR6eI/AAAAAAAAASs/uMtcan0kRHw/s72-c/4090169041_e22bb91008_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
