<?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-4779355644826529064</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:04:17.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess Tell Me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-7448604167515282592</id><published>2011-10-17T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:41:35.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 Month Recap</title><content type='html'>I guess I&amp;nbsp;inadvertently&amp;nbsp;took a 2 month break from blogging.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, things have been quite busy.&amp;nbsp; Let's have a 2 month recap, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three&amp;nbsp;out of&amp;nbsp;five weekends in September I was out of town.&amp;nbsp; First, I went with my mother to visit my aunt and uncle over Labor Day Weekend.&amp;nbsp; Our time was basically spent relaxing, eating, and antiquing.&amp;nbsp; My uncle always grills something really good for us to eat when we visit and this is in additional to all the wonderful things my aunt fixes.&amp;nbsp; This time, we had pork chops&amp;nbsp;one night and chicken the next.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weekends later I headed to the beach with two friends to meet up with our soon-to-be-wed friend and some of her friends (confusing yet?).&amp;nbsp; What shall I say about the weekend?&amp;nbsp; I like the beach and it was interesting.&amp;nbsp; Please do not take the lack of information as&amp;nbsp;an indication that I did anything that can't be repeated.&amp;nbsp; That is enough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend I headed to Dallas to meet up with my friend Nikki and then onto DC.&amp;nbsp; We both&amp;nbsp;have birthdays in September and decided that we should celebrate by taking&amp;nbsp;a short trip.&amp;nbsp; We did lots of walking and metro riding.&amp;nbsp; I loved it!&amp;nbsp; A few of my favorite things were The Holocaust Museum, Lincoln Monument, Union Station (mostly for the cupcakes I purchased there), and the Capitol.&amp;nbsp; I have to say that the White House wasn't as big as&amp;nbsp;thought or set apart from everything else like I thought it would be.&amp;nbsp; &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/-6JTnoskOcPU/Tpzk9-uiSdI/AAAAAAAAADM/A0fWy7BopGY/s1600/DSC00631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JTnoskOcPU/Tpzk9-uiSdI/AAAAAAAAADM/A0fWy7BopGY/s320/DSC00631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lincoln Monument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7SEXe17VpM/TpzlY2C3wtI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZflUHvx4DIY/s1600/DSC00683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7SEXe17VpM/TpzlY2C3wtI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZflUHvx4DIY/s400/DSC00683.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;U.S. Capitol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvP9bUUUi5w/TpzlpFxa3oI/AAAAAAAAADc/H1cpeWcARd8/s1600/P9260225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvP9bUUUi5w/TpzlpFxa3oI/AAAAAAAAADc/H1cpeWcARd8/s320/P9260225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best cupcake I have EVER eaten.&amp;nbsp; No, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for October, work has been pretty busy and I was recently in a friend's wedding.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to cooler temperatures (who knows when we'll get those!) and the fall.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-7448604167515282592?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/7448604167515282592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-month-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7448604167515282592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7448604167515282592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-month-recap.html' title='A 2 Month Recap'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JTnoskOcPU/Tpzk9-uiSdI/AAAAAAAAADM/A0fWy7BopGY/s72-c/DSC00631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-382971536071694782</id><published>2011-08-18T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:00:04.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Faux Pas:  Part I</title><content type='html'>Ever log onto facebook, read statuses, and want to respond (unkindly)?&amp;nbsp; Well, I do.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm starting a segment where I post some interesting&amp;nbsp;facebook statuses I have come across and my response to them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note:&amp;nbsp; You may not be able to tell from my posts, but I am kind of into correct grammar and spelling.&amp;nbsp; So, some of the things I post will be due to grammatical errors.&amp;nbsp; Also, if you take the time to alternate between upper and lower case for each letter of a word (Example:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;sTuPid)&amp;nbsp;I want to hit you.&amp;nbsp; Nothing personal, it just bugs me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook status:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We go to school all day and do work, then we come home and do more work?! Thats jank. Give us a break!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;My thoughts:&amp;nbsp; You just had a break.&amp;nbsp; It was called summer and it lasted for about 3 months.&amp;nbsp; If you think this is bad, then you're not&amp;nbsp;going to like the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Facebook status:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;If anyone knows of anywhere hiring, id be greatful :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;My thoughts:&amp;nbsp; Really? Because I thought you'd be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Facebook status:&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my 0 jeans are fitting loose :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My thoughts:&amp;nbsp; No one wants to hear about that.&amp;nbsp; No one.&amp;nbsp; Also, shouldn't it be fitting loosely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-382971536071694782?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/382971536071694782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/facebook-faux-pas-part-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/382971536071694782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/382971536071694782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/facebook-faux-pas-part-i.html' title='Facebook Faux Pas:  Part I'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-6280387112982906635</id><published>2011-08-17T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:30:07.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skating Rink:  A Parental Advisory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mw0dQq7lMI8/TkyGmhKoZSI/AAAAAAAAADI/WCISW1Fe7h0/s1600/P8120044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mw0dQq7lMI8/TkyGmhKoZSI/AAAAAAAAADI/WCISW1Fe7h0/s320/P8120044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend my S.S. class had plans&amp;nbsp;to go out to eat and then galactic (black light) bowling.&amp;nbsp; Our dinner took longer than expected (who knew dinner for 21 could be a little lengthy) and we arrived at the bowling alley to find out that there weren't enough available lanes.&amp;nbsp; If we wanted to bowl we would have to come back at 11 (yes,&amp;nbsp; that is p.m.).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to visit a nearby skating rink instead.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how long it's been since you've visited a skating rink, but they are probably pretty much just like you remember.&amp;nbsp; They could use some cleaning.&amp;nbsp; During my youth, I did most of my skating (actually rollerblading) on my grandparents' paved driveway.&amp;nbsp; I did&amp;nbsp;visit&amp;nbsp;a skating rink on several occasions, but my parents&amp;nbsp;never used it as a night-time daycare,&amp;nbsp;which is what the establishment I visited this weekend&amp;nbsp;seemed to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, skating rinks are&amp;nbsp;THE hangout for&amp;nbsp;junior high kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I may be wrong, but I don't think I would have ever been just dropped off at night somewhere without adult supervision at that age.&amp;nbsp; So, parents and&amp;nbsp;those of you who&amp;nbsp;one day plan to be parents I have a message for you.&amp;nbsp; I know kids today have more freedom and may seem older&amp;nbsp;than those of us raised in say, the '80s.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;have their own cell phones and therefore, can be easily reached at anytime.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But they still need to monitored.&amp;nbsp; Some of you will be relieved to&amp;nbsp;know that most of the children were skating and hanging out with their friends, but I did see several couples sitting&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;dark corners.&amp;nbsp; Basically, this was like a club for pre-teens, where dancing is replaced with skating and alcohol with caffeinated beverages.&amp;nbsp; It was an interesting night to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a lot of fun and I even found $5 on the floor.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty sure it was covered in germs, but I picked it up anyway.&amp;nbsp; I sanitized it later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 3 guys there who were skate dancing (please excuse the highly technical term).&amp;nbsp; They were really good.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say that they could dance better on skates that I can at all.&amp;nbsp; That's not saying much for their talent, but you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how they could move like that.&amp;nbsp; I know I couldn't.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I felt my night was a success because I&amp;nbsp;made it through without falling.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; People who got too close to me made&amp;nbsp; me nervous.&amp;nbsp; Now, I can skate, but I can't stop.&amp;nbsp; So, please don't cut over in front of me.&amp;nbsp; This results in my hands making a fanning motion to hurry along potential threats.&amp;nbsp; I did have one run in with a small child.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, he was light enough that I could keep him from falling without&amp;nbsp;being pulled&amp;nbsp;down&amp;nbsp;myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-6280387112982906635?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/6280387112982906635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/skating-rink-parental-advisory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/6280387112982906635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/6280387112982906635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/skating-rink-parental-advisory.html' title='The Skating Rink:  A Parental Advisory'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mw0dQq7lMI8/TkyGmhKoZSI/AAAAAAAAADI/WCISW1Fe7h0/s72-c/P8120044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-4557196460470086521</id><published>2011-08-16T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:00:03.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalk Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Sidewalk etiquette.&amp;nbsp; Is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Each morning when I get to work I must make a short walk from the parking lot to the entrance of my office building.&amp;nbsp; I would say that I am a moderately fast walker.&amp;nbsp; So, when I get stuck walking behind someone who, to me, is moving rather slowly, it can get aggravating.&amp;nbsp; At this time, I am faced with the question, "Is it wrong to pass someone on the sidewalk?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize this may seem like a stupid question, but something about passing someone who is headed to the same place I am on a sidewalk big enough for only two seems rude.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you might even have to step down off of the sidewalk onto the road to pass slower moving traffic.&amp;nbsp; This also seems awkward.&amp;nbsp; I realize that this is a petty thing to worry about, but I'd at least like to know that there are other people who think about things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some people (one co-worker in particular)&amp;nbsp;might tell you that I let things bother me too much.&amp;nbsp; For example,&amp;nbsp;when going out for lunch with a co-worker I feel the need to ask everyone in the department if they would like&amp;nbsp;to go as well.&amp;nbsp; It just seems like the polite thing to do.&amp;nbsp; Now, this results in the&amp;nbsp;dilemma of those who would not like to go, but do want lunch brought back to them.&amp;nbsp; This is not necessarily a problem, but placing multiple orders, which then must be paid for&amp;nbsp;separately, and catering to special requests (extra ice, light on the ice, etc.) can become semi-stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will be able to carelessly and&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;pass others on my way into work and run out to lunch without feeling obligated to ask if anyone else would like something, but until them then I will continue to contemplate the complexities of sidewalk etiquette and&amp;nbsp;proper lunch practices.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-4557196460470086521?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/4557196460470086521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/sidewalk-etiquette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/4557196460470086521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/4557196460470086521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/sidewalk-etiquette.html' title='Sidewalk Etiquette'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-5431390200245303404</id><published>2011-08-15T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:34:31.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing</title><content type='html'>Please see below for an informative email on the health benefits of some cookies I brought to work a couple of weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5877" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5878" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5879" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I have cookies in my cube.  For those of you who like specifics, they are &lt;a href="http://tastykitchen.com/blog/2011/07/toffee-crunch-cookies/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Toffee Crunch Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5880" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5881" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5882" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5883" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;For those of you who are health conscious, I have listed some health information below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5884" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5885" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5886" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5887" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-These contain oatmeal.  Oatmeal is made from oats.  Oats are good source of both soluble and insoluble fiber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5889" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-These contain milk chocolate chips.  The health benefits of &lt;a href="http://www.organicfacts.net/health-benefits/animal-product/health-benefits-of-milk.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; include good bone health, smooth skin, strong immune system, prevention of illnesses such as hypertension, dental decay, dehydration, respiratory problems, obesity, osteoporosis and even some forms of cancer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5891" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Also, chocolate is made from cacao beans.  Beans are vegetables.  Therefore chocolate = vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5893" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Sugar is made from the sugar cane.  Sugar cane grows from the ground.  Sugar = vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5895" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5896" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5897" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I could go on, but I won’t.  I’m sure after reading this information the only question you can think of is “Why WOULDN’T I eat a cookie?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5899" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5900" style="font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv828506758MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_25_1313464119747214"&gt;&lt;span class="ms__id5901" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&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/4779355644826529064-5431390200245303404?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/5431390200245303404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/creative-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/5431390200245303404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/5431390200245303404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/08/creative-writing.html' title='Creative Writing'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-4774814364586490046</id><published>2011-08-10T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:00:03.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation Between Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Only, there is no colored paper to be found.&amp;nbsp; So, they make their own with white copy paper and their arsenal of highlighters.&amp;nbsp; Then, they cut&amp;nbsp;the newly colored&amp;nbsp;paper up into small square and rectangles, which they then place in an inter-office envelope.&amp;nbsp; &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/-tdiwVcGIfO0/TkHoTOKnckI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RCARgUqrEbo/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdiwVcGIfO0/TkHoTOKnckI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RCARgUqrEbo/s320/IMG_0445.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;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure you're impressed, but, wait, there's more.&amp;nbsp; Add a birthday message cut apart by letter for the receiver to unscramble and step-by-step instructions.&amp;nbsp; Voila!&amp;nbsp; Birthday surprise perfection!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gz7Fy2DC8Q/TkHrGZAOsMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tREuZDMhcVg/s1600/IMG_0447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gz7Fy2DC8Q/TkHrGZAOsMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tREuZDMhcVg/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;UPDATE:&amp;nbsp; The birthday surprise went over well.&amp;nbsp; We were even sent a visual confirmation of its receipt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P24pTtV3xHE/TjIwQWrefQI/AAAAAAAAACs/LxhTjiCid5Y/s1600/IMG_0434.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P24pTtV3xHE/TjIwQWrefQI/AAAAAAAAACs/LxhTjiCid5Y/s320/IMG_0434.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently attempting&amp;nbsp;Couch to 5k.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I completed Week 2 Day 3.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I decided to download the app for my iPhone.&amp;nbsp; It makes this really easy.&amp;nbsp; Well, not the actual running, but it tells you exactly what to do and when to do it.&amp;nbsp;Plus, you can make&amp;nbsp;your own playlist so you'll have something to listen to while you're running (or trying to run/wondering when you got so out of shape).&amp;nbsp;What would I do without my iPhone?&amp;nbsp; Do people really use stop watches&amp;nbsp;to time themselves for this or is there some other type of technology that I missed out on?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-3333664305151401620?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/3333664305151401620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/07/couch-to-5k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/3333664305151401620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/3333664305151401620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/07/couch-to-5k.html' title='Couch to 5k'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P24pTtV3xHE/TjIwQWrefQI/AAAAAAAAACs/LxhTjiCid5Y/s72-c/IMG_0434.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-7025339803032873937</id><published>2011-07-26T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:41:09.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Monday - a post where I pretend to talk about the start of my week, but mostly only talk about food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As far as Mondays go, mine wasn't so bad.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it wasn't bad at all.&amp;nbsp; Monday is not only the first day of my work week, it is the longest day of my work week.&amp;nbsp; So, it has the potential to&amp;nbsp;be a very&amp;nbsp;long day.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday started out well, though.&amp;nbsp; I had prepared two breakfast items the night before for quick and easy breakfasts during the week.&amp;nbsp; Last week I ate breakfast at work more than I wanted to and while the food is good, it can get old.&amp;nbsp; Here are my two breakfast creations:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp; Sausage/cheese/green onion biscuits.&amp;nbsp; If you don't like green onions, I am sorry.&amp;nbsp; These are GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Zucchini muffins.  "Zucchini in a muffin?" you ask.  Yes.  Definitely.  They are super moist and super yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-w4jxbQmrc/Ti9k09qLOkI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zi49MttZWdA/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-w4jxbQmrc/Ti9k09qLOkI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zi49MttZWdA/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFOjF9OiA04/Ti9mmm0BheI/AAAAAAAAACg/2MosSORwb18/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FFOjF9OiA04/Ti9mmm0BheI/AAAAAAAAACg/2MosSORwb18/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I had even made myself a lunch to bring to work that day.&amp;nbsp; As I entered the kitchen to put my lunch in the fridge, I saw that my favorite cookies were back in the vending machine!&amp;nbsp; These delicous Famous Amos cookies had been absent for a while and replaced with some mini Chips Ahoy, which just couldn't compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_avU63H8F7o/Ti9phOK6jQI/AAAAAAAAACk/h6eoWW2k43M/s1600/IMG_0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_avU63H8F7o/Ti9phOK6jQI/AAAAAAAAACk/h6eoWW2k43M/s320/IMG_0423.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 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After work, I went to Zumba where I found (for the 2nd time) a rude, rude fellow Zumba-er who had parked in the middle of two parking spots.&amp;nbsp; If it had only happened once I'd think maybe this lady just wasn't very good at parking, but what we have on our hands is a repeat offender.&amp;nbsp; If you want to take care of your car and keep it&amp;nbsp;from possibly getting scratched or dinged by other cars, please take up two spots in the BACK of the parking lot.&amp;nbsp; This was in the front row:&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs1iwRsD6vM/Ti9sHTI8kCI/AAAAAAAAACo/AM7ebl7SsVY/s1600/Car+Edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bs1iwRsD6vM/Ti9sHTI8kCI/AAAAAAAAACo/AM7ebl7SsVY/s320/Car+Edited.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 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;All in all, I had nice Monday (and not just because of the food I ate.)&amp;nbsp; Work went by quickly and I attempted to appear coordinated at Zumba.&amp;nbsp; Isure&amp;nbsp;hope the rest of my week goes by as quickly!﻿&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;﻿&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;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-7025339803032873937?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/7025339803032873937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-monday-post-where-i-pretend-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7025339803032873937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7025339803032873937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-monday-post-where-i-pretend-to-talk.html' title='My Monday - a post where I pretend to talk about the start of my week, but mostly only talk about food!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-w4jxbQmrc/Ti9k09qLOkI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zi49MttZWdA/s72-c/IMG_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-7282417013981589764</id><published>2011-06-11T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:02:28.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming an Artist</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, I attended one of those classes where they teach you how to paint a pictures in 2 or 3 hours.&amp;nbsp; No talent is necessary.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the class you should have your own work of art.&amp;nbsp; This was my final product:&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/-y0SPn7rhYEs/TfL-lN7VueI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1peNyi7xq4/s1600/P6100026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0SPn7rhYEs/TfL-lN7VueI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1peNyi7xq4/s320/P6100026.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 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;﻿&lt;/div&gt;It&amp;nbsp;didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped and is now collecting dust.&amp;nbsp; I had fun, though and knew I wanted to try again.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I had my chance.&amp;nbsp; Here is my newest masterpiece:&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/-XH-qVAN2s6s/TfL9z0ChZrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iafBwH1UOYI/s1600/iphone+randomness+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XH-qVAN2s6s/TfL9z0ChZrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iafBwH1UOYI/s320/iphone+randomness+050.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;In my opinion,&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;is definitely an improvement.&amp;nbsp; I am thinking that I may need to display this - possibly in my cube at work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-7282417013981589764?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/7282417013981589764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/06/becoming-artist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7282417013981589764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7282417013981589764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/06/becoming-artist.html' title='Becoming an Artist'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0SPn7rhYEs/TfL-lN7VueI/AAAAAAAAACU/r1peNyi7xq4/s72-c/P6100026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-2642771209672479903</id><published>2011-06-08T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:24:44.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>It's summer!&amp;nbsp; Can you feel it?&amp;nbsp; I know summer doesn't technically start until June 21st, but it certainly feels like summer here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school I don't think I ever truly appreciated summer like I should have.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember sleeping late until&amp;nbsp;I was in&amp;nbsp;college.&amp;nbsp; One summer day (probably before I could drive) I&amp;nbsp;told my mother I was bored.&amp;nbsp; Her suggestion for entertaining myself&amp;nbsp;was to&amp;nbsp;do some chores around the house.&amp;nbsp; That wasn't exactly what I was looking for.&amp;nbsp; Some free time during the day sounds pretty good right now, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm no longer in school, summer starts for me with a family vacation.&amp;nbsp; I recently spent a week here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI7iWO8fILk/TfA38JPO7CI/AAAAAAAAACM/UdFJSb76x2s/s1600/DSC00547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI7iWO8fILk/TfA38JPO7CI/AAAAAAAAACM/UdFJSb76x2s/s320/DSC00547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxd65G-mIjo/TfA2pxAtSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/oasoqC2X8mE/s1600/DSC00544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bxd65G-mIjo/TfA2pxAtSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/oasoqC2X8mE/s320/DSC00544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want to come home.&amp;nbsp; I would like to spend a month (or more) at the beach just to&amp;nbsp;see if I could get tired of it.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to relax, sit on the beach, read books, and have no set schedule.&amp;nbsp; I even (unintentionally) took a technology break.&amp;nbsp; I brought my laptop and never even turned it on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the rest of my summer holds, but I am looking forward to it.&amp;nbsp; What about you?&amp;nbsp; Have any summer plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-2642771209672479903?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/2642771209672479903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2642771209672479903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2642771209672479903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KI7iWO8fILk/TfA38JPO7CI/AAAAAAAAACM/UdFJSb76x2s/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-2411895789260936432</id><published>2011-05-14T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:57:31.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>My memory isn't what it used to be.&amp;nbsp; I blame&amp;nbsp;my aspartame intake (via diet drinks) over the past 17 years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I wrote myself the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/11/4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/11/s_4163.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I did remember to go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was not a pleasant experience, but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday I forgot my phone at home when I left for work.&amp;nbsp; This week, I forgot my phone at work when I left for the day.&amp;nbsp; When I arrived the next morning I was glad to see that it was still sitting on my desk.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I am having such a hard time keeping up with&amp;nbsp;it lately.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, I couldn't remember how old I was.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I am serious.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was trying to&amp;nbsp;remember how old I would be turning this year and kept going back and forth between two numbers.&amp;nbsp; This only lasted about 1 or 2 minutes before it finally became clear to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it's only been small things that I forget and only for brief periods of time.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure it's completely normal.&amp;nbsp; Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-2411895789260936432?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/2411895789260936432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2411895789260936432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2411895789260936432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-807964428700985151</id><published>2011-05-13T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:28:04.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathers Extensions and Captain D's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I took the plunge.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I got a feather extension.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if you've seen this recent trend.&amp;nbsp; My first thought was that I liked it, but didn't think I could pull it off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't think about it much after that, but recently checked out behind someone who had several brightly colored feathers in their hair.&amp;nbsp; I really liked them and decided that I might need to try this.&amp;nbsp; So, today, when I went to get my hair cut, I got a feather extension (or three to be precise).&amp;nbsp; I bypassed the brightly colored feathers for something a little more natural and work friendly.&amp;nbsp; Here are a couple of pictures.&amp;nbsp; The first is my attempt to show you the three different feathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiOKc3eUPJQ/TcnofkKctZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/16dperLujkg/s1600/P5100050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiOKc3eUPJQ/TcnofkKctZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/16dperLujkg/s320/P5100050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLhZLKEYLjA/Tcnnl3sTlAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jHpRWXYgdMY/s1600/P5100049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLhZLKEYLjA/Tcnnl3sTlAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jHpRWXYgdMY/s320/P5100049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On my way home, I stopped at Captain D's to get some tea to drink.&amp;nbsp; The employees there were very interesting and complimentary.&amp;nbsp; First, a female employee sitting just inside the door told me that she liked my shoes and asked where I got them.&amp;nbsp; I told her I had purchased them a while ago at Gap Outlet.&amp;nbsp; She then told another female employee behind the counter that they would be visiting Gap Outlet after she gets her check.&amp;nbsp; She also told more than one employee that she would buy them a shirt (on sale) after she gets her check.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should have asked to go on the shopping trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After ordering my drink, I had&amp;nbsp;a discussion with female employee #1 and a male employee about my feather extension.&amp;nbsp; Female Employee #1 wanted to know how it was secured in my hair (I was actually sure) and the male employee told me that it was the best feather extension he had seen.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to remember to stop by Captain D's more often.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You have to pay for the tea, but the compliments are free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-807964428700985151?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/807964428700985151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/feathers-extensions-and-captain-ds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/807964428700985151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/807964428700985151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/feathers-extensions-and-captain-ds.html' title='Feathers Extensions and Captain D&apos;s'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiOKc3eUPJQ/TcnofkKctZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/16dperLujkg/s72-c/P5100050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-2660376968441320904</id><published>2011-05-10T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:01:12.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frustrating Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday was a bit stressful for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunate Incident #1&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; When I got in my car to head to work I remembered that I had intended to get some gas the night before.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I forgot, though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My fuel light was already on, so what did I do?&amp;nbsp; I decided to chance it and drive the 20-ish miles to the nearest gas station on my route to work.&amp;nbsp; (Note:&amp;nbsp; There is a gas station&amp;nbsp;less than&amp;nbsp;5 miles from my home, but I don't like to go that way to work.)&amp;nbsp; The good news is that I successfully made it to the gas station.&amp;nbsp; The bad news is that of the 2 pumps I&amp;nbsp;could use, 2 were taken.&amp;nbsp; So, I had to sit and wait.&amp;nbsp; This seemed like a good time to get my phone out and browse facebook.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunate Incident #2&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; It was at the time that I found out I had left my phone at home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you how many calls I receive a day?&amp;nbsp; Well, sometimes none, but I've become so &lt;strike&gt;accustomed to&lt;/strike&gt; dependent on my phone that it feels strange to not have it with me.&amp;nbsp; Plus, how will I take my&amp;nbsp;facebook/twitter breaks during the day without it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunate Incident #3&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; I was looking forward to&amp;nbsp;a pedicure I had scheduled an appointment for after work.&amp;nbsp; I get off early on Fridays and was going to head straight for my pedicure&amp;nbsp;from the office.&amp;nbsp; At about 2:30 something came up that several of us had to work on and complete.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think I was going to finish.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I didn't.&amp;nbsp; At 4:30 someone finally took it from me.&amp;nbsp; By this time I'd already called and cancelled my much anticipated pedicure appointment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunate Incident #4&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; While&amp;nbsp;trying to&amp;nbsp;finish the project from Unfortunate Incident #3, something else came up and was brought to me to be fixed.&amp;nbsp; I had to stop what I was doing to fix it and then go back to the first project.&amp;nbsp; I like to finish one task before starting another.&amp;nbsp; That's just how my mind works.&amp;nbsp; I need to focus on only one thing at a time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day picked up here because I got to&amp;nbsp;get in&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;freshly washed and vacuumed car and go to a movie and out to eat with friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunate Incident #5&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Carrie and I shared a meal, which turned out to be a.) not what we thought and b.) more expensive than anticipated.&amp;nbsp; For sharing, we had to pay for the price of our meal, an&amp;nbsp;extra&amp;nbsp;$5 sharing charge, plus another $4 ($2 x 2) for fried rice.&amp;nbsp; Why do they even offer regular rice?&amp;nbsp; Who wants regular rice when you can have fried rice?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't have classified&amp;nbsp;Friday as a horrible day, just&amp;nbsp;one with several unpleasant occurrences.&amp;nbsp; It couldn't have been too bad after all, because Friday is always followed by Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-2660376968441320904?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/2660376968441320904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/frustrating-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2660376968441320904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2660376968441320904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/frustrating-friday.html' title='A Frustrating Friday'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-4153726236769258853</id><published>2011-05-02T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:57:28.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was 15...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful to have a &lt;a href="http://www.thechroniclesofcarrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; who saves old emails and surveys I wrote/filled out many years ago.&amp;nbsp; Sometime in the past year she sent several of these to me so I could have a good laugh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I got my first email address in 1999.&amp;nbsp; I would occasionally check it but only had about one person who ever emailed me.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward to a short time later where I would stay up (after being told to go to bed) and chat online with my friends.&amp;nbsp; I do remember filling out quite a few surveys, updating my yahoo profile, and visiting the Christian teens chatroom on hotmail (msn?).&amp;nbsp; Of course, this was all done via dial-up Internet.&amp;nbsp; What am I saying?&amp;nbsp; My hometown only recently got dsl and that is not a joke.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I would share some of my infinite wisdom from back in the day &amp;lt;sarcasm&amp;gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start this off with a good one.&amp;nbsp; This quote is from a survey dated December 15, 2003.&amp;nbsp; So, by this time I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div _yuid="yui_3_1_1_7_1304390116525244" class="yiv1949649123MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 3.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #31849b; font-family: &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;26.)&amp;nbsp;If you had no limitations, what would you be when you grow up and why?: Something really smart, like a doctor, but i am not smart enough, nor will i study enough to be a doctor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt; just like to work in an office in a big building and have lots of cool office tools..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m pretty sure when I said I would like to be a doctor I was thinking about the money.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you know me then you know that I do not want a job where I have to touch people, especially not sick people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Also, I really do dislike studying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; half of this quote is the funny part, though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I actually currently work in a somewhat large office building where I have access to a copier, fax machine, and my very own stapler and tape dispenser.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am also the proud owner of a copy card.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, this excites me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Don't even get me started on&amp;nbsp;name badges that unlock doors and gates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Example #2 (in three parts):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;For this jewel, we will be traveling back in time to January 2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span _yuid="yui_3_1_1_7_1304390116525251" style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON, DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;WOULD IT BE! I really have no idea, but how about&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Prince, Jr.????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Yes, I remember Freddie Prinze Jr. being&amp;nbsp;pretty popular&amp;nbsp;at this time.&amp;nbsp; Of course, now he's married, which makes him quite a bit less exciting. I do wish he and Sarah Michelle Gellar all the best!&amp;nbsp; I'm totally over him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; IT&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BE?&amp;nbsp; I donn't know.&amp;nbsp; Something that i enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;doing.&amp;nbsp; Like working with some fine guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Even at the age of 15, I had a clear sense of my career goals.&amp;nbsp; Aren't you impressed?&amp;nbsp; Please don't judge the fact that I misspelled don't.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I just didn't proofread my work.&amp;nbsp; Surveys were sometimes very lengthy and took a while to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;RESPOND: My cousin,(if i were sending it to her)my&lt;br /&gt;own flesh and blood who won't even read the stuff I&lt;br /&gt;send her and asked me to stop sending it.&amp;nbsp; How &lt;br /&gt;rude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;This one really makes me laugh.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it probably means nothing to you, but I'm putting this in for me.&amp;nbsp; If someone has a email account you should send them stuff, right?&amp;nbsp; Apparently not.&amp;nbsp; I don't think she liked getting surveys and emails from me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Example #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MARRIAGE: I don't really&lt;br /&gt;think a/b it.&amp;nbsp; I am only 15. It's not like i am a/b to&lt;br /&gt;get married or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;I am no long "only 15," and now do think about marriage.&amp;nbsp; I don't seem to be any closer to it than when I was 15, though.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &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/4779355644826529064-4153726236769258853?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/4153726236769258853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-was-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/4153726236769258853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/4153726236769258853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-i-was-15.html' title='When I was 15...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-1735484235204263070</id><published>2011-04-30T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:54:28.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushrooms, Applesauce, and Waffles??</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I go through phases were some foods are sooo good to me.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, I get tired of them and move onto something else.&amp;nbsp; That's normal, right?&amp;nbsp; I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I started really craving mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; Now I always enjoy mushrooms, but for some reason I started really wanting them.&amp;nbsp; I had&amp;nbsp;previously tried to find a satisfying stuffed mushroom recipe and failed.&amp;nbsp; The first recipes I tried were okay, but just not good enough.&amp;nbsp; While jumping from blog to blog one day I came across a recipe for stuffed mushrooms on&lt;a href="http://dineanddish.net/2011/03/a-baby-shower-recipe-special-stuffed-mushrooms/"&gt; Dine and Dish&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I decided I needed to try it out and I am so glad I did.&amp;nbsp; I made the mushrooms on a Friday night.&amp;nbsp; They were so good to me that I made them again a day or two later.&amp;nbsp; As far as I am concerned my search is over.&amp;nbsp; If you like mushrooms, please do yourself a favor and try this recipe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5w35FBjYaoM/Tbus_YZKEVI/AAAAAAAAABo/P3k_Uhad4Ko/s1600/mushrooms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5w35FBjYaoM/Tbus_YZKEVI/AAAAAAAAABo/P3k_Uhad4Ko/s200/mushrooms.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;About the same time I was going through my mushroom phase (which I don't think has even ended) I bought myself some individual servings of applesauce for my lunch.&amp;nbsp; It had been quite a while since I'd had any, and&amp;nbsp;I had forgotten just how much I enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; The 6 servings I bought did not&amp;nbsp;last long.&lt;/div&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/-wYLm0kHiwik/TbuuGFXXigI/AAAAAAAAABs/ofKlnn9GD_0/s1600/Motts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYLm0kHiwik/TbuuGFXXigI/AAAAAAAAABs/ofKlnn9GD_0/s1600/Motts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently,&amp;nbsp;my obsession has been frozen waffles.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Back in the day I used to eat these quite often.&amp;nbsp; For me, there is a science to preparing a waffle correctly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It must be toasted and&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;the butter must be applied quickly so that it can completely melt.&amp;nbsp; If the butter is not melting as it should, the waffle can be placed on top of the toaster while it's on to speed up the process.&amp;nbsp; In the past, I would then add my favorite syrup (which was the only kind I liked) so that I would have the perfect buttery syrupy mixture.&amp;nbsp; Since that time, I became somewhat of a waffle snob.&amp;nbsp; I had what may have been my first homemade waffle and fell in love.&amp;nbsp; Frozen waffles just weren't good enough anymore.&amp;nbsp; I decided I didn't like them...until lately.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how or why it happened, but I fixed myself some frozen waffles one night.&amp;nbsp; (I should note here that since my previous experience I have sworn off of syrup altogether.&amp;nbsp; They stopped making the one kind I liked and I am happy without it.&amp;nbsp; Just give me plenty of butter!)&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is still important that the butter melt.&amp;nbsp; Then, though, I decided to drizzle my waffles with a powdered sugar and milk mixture.&amp;nbsp; When the butteryness mixes with the sweetness of the powdered sugar glaze I get a wonderful creation and want to eat a whole box of waffles, but I refrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qw_qSIBdR8/TbuvJZd-drI/AAAAAAAAABw/F7DjJp0iCaw/s1600/eggo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qw_qSIBdR8/TbuvJZd-drI/AAAAAAAAABw/F7DjJp0iCaw/s1600/eggo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this too will pass, but&amp;nbsp;I am enjoying it while it's here.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Too bad I don't ever crave anything really healthy like carrots.&amp;nbsp; Nevermind, that doesn't sound like any fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-1735484235204263070?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/1735484235204263070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/04/mushrooms-applesauce-and-waffles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/1735484235204263070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/1735484235204263070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/04/mushrooms-applesauce-and-waffles.html' title='Mushrooms, Applesauce, and Waffles??'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5w35FBjYaoM/Tbus_YZKEVI/AAAAAAAAABo/P3k_Uhad4Ko/s72-c/mushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-1835684332982811954</id><published>2011-04-27T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:28:53.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....again</title><content type='html'>I am attempting to make yet another return to blogging.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, blogging has crossed my mind multiple times.&amp;nbsp; I even found a list the other day that I had made of possible blog topics.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I never followed through with that.&amp;nbsp; But today is the day I will try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what have I been up to since Christmas?&amp;nbsp; Mostly, I've been working and am always looking forward to Friday and the beginning of the weekend.&amp;nbsp; And then, before I know it, it's Monday again.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, I like my job, but I also like free time.&amp;nbsp; I need a 2nd Saturday every weekend.&amp;nbsp; I would do the things that needed to be done on the first Saturday and use the 2nd Saturday to rest and/or do the things I would like to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no way totally&amp;nbsp;consumed with work.&amp;nbsp; I make time for fun and have even gone on a couple of weekend trips.&amp;nbsp; One weekend I traveled with my friend Nikki to see:&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/-ZkUpYZEsZXw/TbjYHu7MCbI/AAAAAAAAABM/g6fHqj0XcNc/s1600/P2250016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkUpYZEsZXw/TbjYHu7MCbI/AAAAAAAAABM/g6fHqj0XcNc/s400/P2250016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wicked!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿I had never seen Wicked before, and was totally hooked after watching it live!&amp;nbsp; It was sooo wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I even had to download the soundtrack after I got home.&amp;nbsp; It did start to get a little old after hearing it the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend I was lucky enough to take a trip with my sister and cousin to the beach.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The weather was beautiful and it was so nice to just sit on the beach and enjoy the sun.&amp;nbsp; The water, though, was still very cold.&amp;nbsp; I got in so I could say that I had done it.&amp;nbsp; I didn't stay in too long, though.&amp;nbsp; The coldness turned into numbness and was also a little painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="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="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LID6m9ZWQA/TbjmRLcg4eI/AAAAAAAAABg/lbCMlAs29CU/s1600/DSC00258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LID6m9ZWQA/TbjmRLcg4eI/AAAAAAAAABg/lbCMlAs29CU/s320/DSC00258.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Yes, I am twentysomething and I dyed Easter eggs.&amp;nbsp; I think it's fun and I enjoy the bright colors.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9i8i97oYiPI/TbjrBWGo9FI/AAAAAAAAABk/XQdXCH7TSfQ/s1600/DSC00508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9i8i97oYiPI/TbjrBWGo9FI/AAAAAAAAABk/XQdXCH7TSfQ/s400/DSC00508.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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Don't worry, you didn't miss anything interesting.  In fact, let me see if I can sum up this period of time with a few photos and words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful Christmas with my family.  I spent quite a bit of time on Christmas Eve doing some baking.  Here are three of my creations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cheese Straws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/25/2309.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/25/s_2309.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Oreo Cheesecake Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/25/2310.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/25/s_2310.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Dishpan Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/25/2311.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/25/s_2311.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, my life has consisted of work, sleep, Zumba (occassionally), some traveling ( more on that later), and of course, some fun activities.  The time seems to be flying by.  Is this a sign that I'm getting older? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-1461610809392777691?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/1461610809392777691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/1461610809392777691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/1461610809392777691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html' title='Hello???'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-2577566282959955223</id><published>2010-12-21T22:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:48:06.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random photos...</title><content type='html'>I started out last week so well with two new posts.  Unfortunately, I didn't keep it up.  I have to admit that the reason I posted was due to 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I was in a training class at work.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I downloaded an app that allowed me to post from my phone.  This is so handy!  I don't even have to transfer pictures from my phone to my computer.  The only downside is that I miss my regular-sized keyboard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have two random photos to share.  The first was taken when I recently went to visit a friend.  She keeps Reese's peanut butter Christmas trees by her bed.  You don't see that often and I did actually witness her eating one shortly after getting up.  What a good idea!  I don't drink coffee.  Maybe I should try to start my mornings off with a little chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3213.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3213.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in training last week I received an IM from a coworker asking if I had brought my lunch that day.  It just so happens that I had brought my lunch.  She then asked what I brought and told me that she had a funny story to tell me.  When I made it to the fridge to pick up my lunch later I saw this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/3215.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_3215.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which just made me laugh.  I didn't even connect the two things.  Earlier my coworker had been checking to make sure she hadn't spilled my lunch.  Thank goodness I didn't bring the jambalaya!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-2577566282959955223?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/2577566282959955223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-photos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2577566282959955223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2577566282959955223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-photos.html' title='Random photos...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-5305881331748488238</id><published>2010-12-14T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:34:02.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the office...</title><content type='html'>Since I shared my favorite office supplies with you, I thought I'd also show you the Christmas decorations I have put up in my cube.  They're nothing extravagant, but they bring me a little bit of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Christmas tree that I purchased from a craft store for about $4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/14/1331.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/14/s_1331.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, and last, this is my Christmas tree candy dish.  I have filled it with M&amp;Ms and told my co-workers to eat as much as they would like.  This keeps me from eating them all and brings visitors to my cube.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/14/1332.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/14/s_1332.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think the Christmas and Easter M&amp;Ms are just more fun than the regular ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-5305881331748488238?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/5305881331748488238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-at-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/5305881331748488238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/5305881331748488238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-at-office.html' title='Christmas at the office...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-3335008227914966065</id><published>2010-12-13T14:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:49:09.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Necessities</title><content type='html'>I am a nerd.  I like office supplies.  I used to enjoy buying school supplies at the beginning of each school year.  Today I wanted to share some of my favorite office supplies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Blue ballpoint pens (preferably retractable). I do not like rollerball or gel pens for everday writing.  Also, I dislike writing in black ink.  Maybe it's because blue stands out better or maybe it's because one of my teachers in junior high told us that writing in blue helped you to remember things.  I'm not sure.  I just know blue is better (for me anyway). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1886.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1886.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Colorful felt tip pens.  I use these to mark on reports and lists.  Their colors make them even more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1888.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1888.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Post-its.  I use post-its to take notes when I'm on the phone, make lists of things I need to do or buy, and to write myself reminders.  I also enjoy the fact that they can be purchased in a variety of sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1889.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1889.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Lotion and anti-bac.  I am a bit OCD about hand-washing.  Therefore, I need a good anti-bac gel for my desk as well as some good lotion to keep my hands moisturized.  I highly recommend this Dr. Hiosous lotion.  I love it!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1890.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1890.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5.)  The Office memorabilia.    If you know me you know that I like The Office.  So, I have a couple of items that make my work space more enjoyable.  I look forward to reading my daily quotes and post my favorites on the wall of my cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1892.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1892.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1893.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1893.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1894.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1894.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Other colorful office supplies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1896.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1896.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1897.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1897.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1898.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1898.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) My iPod.  This helps me block out distracting noises and focus on my work.  Sometimes I listen to music and other times I listen to audiobooks.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1899.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1899.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) My little friend.  This really serves no purpose, but I saw him at BAM one day and thought he'd make a nice addition to my cube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/1900.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/13/s_1900.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Posted using BlogPress from &lt;br /&gt;my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-3335008227914966065?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/3335008227914966065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/12/office-necessities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/3335008227914966065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/3335008227914966065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/12/office-necessities.html' title='Office Necessities'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-8523338765921281847</id><published>2010-11-04T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:48:31.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be that crazy cat lady.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TNNzwlKWaPI/AAAAAAAAABA/_lC7KGrqFZw/s1600/crazy_cat_lady_in_training_sticker-p217441982036861782qjcl_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TNNzwlKWaPI/AAAAAAAAABA/_lC7KGrqFZw/s320/crazy_cat_lady_in_training_sticker-p217441982036861782qjcl_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, as I was leaving work, I absently spoke to Corporate Cat, which is what I'm calling the cat that lives by the front door of my office.&amp;nbsp; Corporate Cat lives a pretty cushy life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She gets free room and board and her only job is to greet people as they enter and leave the building.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure how good of a greeter she actually is though, because she&amp;nbsp;once hissed at me when I tried to open the door.&amp;nbsp; &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;Anyway, as I was leaving work yesterday evening, I saw the cat and said, "Hey, Cat," which isn't so bad except that someone else happened to be approaching the front door at the same time.&amp;nbsp; When I realized this, I became embarrassed﻿.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Am I going to&amp;nbsp;be seen as the crazy&amp;nbsp;girl who talks to the cat?&amp;nbsp; Fortunately for me, the guy going into the building also felt the need to talk to corporate cat.&amp;nbsp; I'm not so crazy after all!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm even normal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-8523338765921281847?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/8523338765921281847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-want-to-be-that-crazy-cat-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/8523338765921281847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/8523338765921281847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-want-to-be-that-crazy-cat-lady.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be that crazy cat lady.....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TNNzwlKWaPI/AAAAAAAAABA/_lC7KGrqFZw/s72-c/crazy_cat_lady_in_training_sticker-p217441982036861782qjcl_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-7575246560857945020</id><published>2010-10-27T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:12:51.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who has told me that it is her mission to find a man for me.&amp;nbsp; She tells me that she is on the lookout for a good guy.&amp;nbsp; Her first prospect was an auditor she met at work.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; Next, she thought I should date and marry her brother-in-law.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She told me this multiple times.&amp;nbsp; I politely declined.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Side note:&amp;nbsp; Her BIL is super sweet.&amp;nbsp; I do actually know him, but don't think that we'd be a match.)&amp;nbsp; Then, I had to answer a series of questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about older guys?&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think she meant just a couple of years older)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about&amp;nbsp;guys with kids?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about bigger guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago she'd found THE ONE.&amp;nbsp; She recently ran into a&amp;nbsp;high school friend&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;a wedding in her hometown and urged me look him up on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend told me once that she had a guy I could date.&amp;nbsp; He had even said that he would go to church.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, that didn't sound too appealing to me.&amp;nbsp; I would rather have someone who is already attending church and not just going to please me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently,&amp;nbsp;I was called into my boss' office to view a male employee's info on our office intranet and asked what did I think.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;said that I didn't know.&amp;nbsp; I don't know him.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the information listed wasn't very helpful to me unless I wanted to personally contact him.&amp;nbsp; No interests.&amp;nbsp; No hobbies.&amp;nbsp; No height.&amp;nbsp; No mention of where he can be found on Sunday mornings.&amp;nbsp; These employee profiles aren't helpful at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days after this, I received a phone call from a co-worker who had just left for lunch.&amp;nbsp; She urged me and my fellow single co-worker to visit the lobby downstairs where we would find "two fine pieces of real estate."&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, we were in the middle of some important business (deciding what to get for lunch) and the lobby was empty by the time we finally made it downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sudden interest in my marital status has been entertaining, I try not to show too much interest when people mention finding someone for me.&amp;nbsp; It's not that I'm uninterested.&amp;nbsp; It's just that I'm unsure of who they might "find."&amp;nbsp; I would like to think that I have high standards.&amp;nbsp; There's nothing wrong with being picky when the decision will affect the rest of your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-7575246560857945020?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/7575246560857945020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-help-from-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7575246560857945020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/7575246560857945020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='A Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-2459190790886464931</id><published>2010-10-26T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:45:30.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TMedHvAa_nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hAsPTjWBosQ/s1600/Thriller_Dance-5aqeyx-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TMedHvAa_nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hAsPTjWBosQ/s1600/Thriller_Dance-5aqeyx-d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I stood in a room full of howling women -- and I mean that literally.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Zumba class earlier this evening my teacher chose "Thriller" as one of our songs.&amp;nbsp; She did the actual dance and I attempted to follow along.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She stopped, however, in order to&amp;nbsp;encourage everyone to howl like the&amp;nbsp;creature in the song.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't as enthusiastic about howling as many of my classmates.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I didn't attempt it at all.&amp;nbsp;The instructor went around the room urging several people to try howling.&amp;nbsp; I am quite thankful that she did not stop in front of me.&amp;nbsp;She informed us that this releases stress.&amp;nbsp; It just made me feel silly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to each his own.&amp;nbsp; Do what makes you feel good, at least in this case.&amp;nbsp; Exercise is always more enjoyable when you're having fun.&amp;nbsp; It was odd, though, to see that many women, most of them middle-aged, howling and loving it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-2459190790886464931?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/2459190790886464931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-close-to-midnight-and-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2459190790886464931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/2459190790886464931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-close-to-midnight-and-something.html' title='It&apos;s close to midnight and something evil&apos;s lurking in the dark.......'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TMedHvAa_nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hAsPTjWBosQ/s72-c/Thriller_Dance-5aqeyx-d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-6036875681237543074</id><published>2010-10-14T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:42:32.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good thing about Thursday...</title><content type='html'>..is that it is ALWAYS followed by Friday.&amp;nbsp; And I am always ready for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Thursday&amp;nbsp;I get to watch The Office, Community, and Grey's Anatomy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Office.&amp;nbsp; Like Really.&amp;nbsp; And I know some people just don't get it.&amp;nbsp; I am sad for them.&amp;nbsp; When I started my current job I brought to my cube my The Office quotes daily calender and some&amp;nbsp;The Office&amp;nbsp;magnets.&amp;nbsp; I didn't overload my cube with memoribilia.&amp;nbsp; I do have other interests.&amp;nbsp; These items should have helped me draw in interesting people who share the same love.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, no one in my department is a big fan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I wondered if I could date/marry someone who didn't love The Office.&amp;nbsp; I know I could, but when&amp;nbsp;I envision&amp;nbsp;the perfect guy I see us watching The Office together.&amp;nbsp; Is there something wrong with me?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so.&amp;nbsp; At least not in this aspect.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I could go on, but I won't.&amp;nbsp; I might lose the one reader I have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are celebrating Boss' Day at work by having a snack day.&amp;nbsp; On snack days everyone brings some type of food and places it in the snack cube.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we have a cube just for snacking.&amp;nbsp; It's important!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's also important is that I actually get to work on time.&amp;nbsp; I have been late every day this week.&amp;nbsp; I don't even remember ever hearing my alarm go off this morning.&amp;nbsp; I am so ready for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-6036875681237543074?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/6036875681237543074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-thing-about-thursday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/6036875681237543074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/6036875681237543074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-thing-about-thursday.html' title='The good thing about Thursday...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-5475271965397096110</id><published>2010-10-12T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:21:38.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life from my Iphone</title><content type='html'>I recently scrolled through the pictures I have collected on my Iphone over the past year or so.&amp;nbsp; I actually forget to use my Iphone's camera function most of the time, but I thought I'd share some of what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to my grandparent's house when I noticed some changes had been made to these two signs.&amp;nbsp; I especially enjoy "Love Awaits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUb1d8d7dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SUg0kBhdJ-o/s1600/iphone+randomness+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUb1d8d7dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SUg0kBhdJ-o/s200/iphone+randomness+006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUb7-GmXSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Tq9vVTQ_wZE/s1600/iphone+randomness+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUb7-GmXSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Tq9vVTQ_wZE/s200/iphone+randomness+007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I snapped this picture one evening at Wal-Mart.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to find a register with a short line at which I could pay for my purchases.&amp;nbsp; Of course, everyone and their brother were there and there weren't enough checkers working.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to stand in the "20 Items or Less" line, but changed my mind when I saw the number of items in this gentlemen's cart.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't too happy at this point, but perhaps he didn't know this line was for 20 or less items.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUcyAk9o-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZchuMi7ANlo/s1600/iphone+randomness+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUcyAk9o-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZchuMi7ANlo/s400/iphone+randomness+038.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time I prepared my very own shrimp fried rice&amp;nbsp; - from scratch.&amp;nbsp; It took me quite some time; mostly because I'm slow, but I thought it turned out pretty well.&amp;nbsp; &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/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUd-mfo9FI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ppBISY91VB4/s1600/iphone+randomness+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUd-mfo9FI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ppBISY91VB4/s320/iphone+randomness+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of my cubicle wall at work.&amp;nbsp; I have an Office quotes daily calender.&amp;nbsp; I tack my favorites to the wall.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeFsyu3PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6UPF81-aFbc/s1600/iphone+randomness+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeFsyu3PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6UPF81-aFbc/s320/iphone+randomness+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in June (or was it July?) my sister and I stood outside a movie theater waiting to see the midnight showing of&amp;nbsp;Eclipse.&amp;nbsp; Upon entering we were marked with our theater number.&amp;nbsp; As you can see, we were residents of theater number 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeRGrb5UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uMnmbXhfMU4/s1600/iphone+randomness+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeRGrb5UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uMnmbXhfMU4/s320/iphone+randomness+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These wonderful pistachios can sometimes be found in my desk drawer at work.&amp;nbsp; They make a nice afternoon snack and are already shelled so I can continue to work while eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeXDsTvqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/USd_AG9IlVs/s1600/iphone+randomness+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeXDsTvqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/USd_AG9IlVs/s320/iphone+randomness+025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿This was my attempt to capture the true beauty of&amp;nbsp;my paper skirt&amp;nbsp; while waiting to have a mole removed from my leg at the dermatologist's office.&amp;nbsp; Aren't you jealous?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUen6cVC1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PoL3F1k5YGo/s320/iphone+randomness+040.JPG" width="320" /&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;Ravioli Alfredo.&amp;nbsp; My lunch one day at work.&amp;nbsp; &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/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeiA7uA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UKrg7aJL5fo/s1600/iphone+randomness+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUeiA7uA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UKrg7aJL5fo/s320/iphone+randomness+037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh, what an exciting life I lead!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUesSg7a_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/syi-q47dw-8/s1600/iphone+randomness+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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/4779355644826529064-5475271965397096110?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/5475271965397096110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-from-my-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/5475271965397096110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/5475271965397096110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-from-my-iphone.html' title='Life from my Iphone'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YuNPjfRWjAA/TLUb1d8d7dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SUg0kBhdJ-o/s72-c/iphone+randomness+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-8854847608017816882</id><published>2010-09-27T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:22:49.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation at Dollar General</title><content type='html'>I recently visited a Dollar General to&amp;nbsp;buy some feminine products.&amp;nbsp; I entered the store, selected my purchase, and proceeded to the checkout line.&amp;nbsp; The checker was a woman who I'd guess to be in her 50s or 60s.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The following is a recount of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checker:&amp;nbsp; What, no chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;laughs&amp;gt; (I laugh when I'm not sure what to say.)&lt;br /&gt;Checker:&amp;nbsp; Last week everyone who came in here and bought that got chocolate too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Good for you for not getting chocolate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The checker's comments didn't really bother me, but I did find it odd that she wanted to comment on such a purchase.&amp;nbsp; Some people might not appreciate that.&amp;nbsp; I was also wondering&amp;nbsp;how much of the conversation&amp;nbsp;the young-ish male checker sitting behind the counter on the floor had heard and what exactly he was thinking.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure he was paying attention, though.&amp;nbsp; I suppose I should be glad that the checker was friendly.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather have her unsolicited comments anyday than have to deal with someone who is rude and acts as though they don't want to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4779355644826529064-8854847608017816882?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/8854847608017816882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversation-at-dollar-general.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/8854847608017816882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/8854847608017816882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversation-at-dollar-general.html' title='A Conversation at Dollar General'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779355644826529064.post-1181255149067042905</id><published>2010-09-15T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:33:37.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As a person who feels the need to start her workday by reading several of her favorite blogs, I thought it would be fun to start my very own blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am a single girl in her twenties working a full time job and learning about grown-up life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am an oldest child, an organizer, a procrastinator, and an avoider of confrontational situations (just to name a few things).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This blog is a place for me to share bits and pieces of my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I look forward to sharing with you! &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/4779355644826529064-1181255149067042905?l=jesstellme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/feeds/1181255149067042905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/1181255149067042905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4779355644826529064/posts/default/1181255149067042905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesstellme.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761352443038688904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
