<?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-512825259151893549</id><updated>2012-02-07T13:53:12.588-07:00</updated><category term='birthdays'/><category term='travels'/><category term='me'/><category term='venting'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='RSL'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='party'/><category term='5QF'/><category term='music'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Baked'/><category term='internship'/><category term='John'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>(the) jodi anne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-204470076885013003</id><published>2012-02-06T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:48:52.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three little birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes leftover birthday balloons make excellent drawing boards for cute boys to explain how DNA works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm totally an expert now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zhWkM3vfuZ8/TzAEPSHOfPI/AAAAAAAAEgw/iVBBZ5nKNSg/IMAG0688.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-PN3IZj6VS3k/TzAEQKXJ9PI/AAAAAAAAEg4/wledMpW0U0g/IMAG0689.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-204470076885013003?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/204470076885013003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/02/three-little-birds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/204470076885013003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/204470076885013003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/02/three-little-birds.html' title='Three little birds'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zhWkM3vfuZ8/TzAEPSHOfPI/AAAAAAAAEgw/iVBBZ5nKNSg/s72-c/IMAG0688.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-174711122626213436</id><published>2012-01-23T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:53:05.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for cameras</title><content type='html'>Life lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really have the best friends. I think I usually say that after I've had a hard time and have felt their support but that's not the case this time. I am just loving my friends and having so much fun in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My room is a disaster. I had such high hopes at the beginning of the year for organization. Right now I'm sitting so that I can't see the floor. It makes me feel better. I've gotten rid of a bunch of old clothes lately though and that is oddly cathartic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a new journaling system that makes my heart happy and I can actually keep up with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My camera is broken and therefore my heart is broken too. Somehow the screen got smashed despite me keeping it in that protective case I accidentally stole from Rene Tate 6 years ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am seeing some beauty in elitism (thank you LR) and yesterday joined several exclusive clubs. I am most excited for book club and breakfast club. Probably most excited about breakfast club because we're making shirts and I'm a fan of anything that involves shirts. Also this conversation happened:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;R: We should start a super exclusive club. Just the two of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: What's the theme of our club?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R: It's about how we like each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: That's called a relationship Randy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last two weeks have started with a one am trip to the hospital cafe for foot long corn dogs and magic sodas. I hope this becomes a tradition. My new Cafe West favorite employee is Lydia who told me I could stand in front of the soda machine and try as many kinds of soda as I wanted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start ukulele lessons tomorrow. Super excited about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-174711122626213436?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/174711122626213436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-time-for-cameras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/174711122626213436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/174711122626213436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-time-for-cameras.html' title='No time for cameras'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4649171346134411498</id><published>2012-01-22T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:04:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll use our eyes instead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Liz Redd is one of the few people who will appreciate how happy I was to receive this birthday balloon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VHmXb8DmfbA/TxyyDR0ovOI/AAAAAAAAEYA/t_zghgyq64Y/IMAG0626.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4649171346134411498?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4649171346134411498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-use-our-eyes-instead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4649171346134411498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4649171346134411498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-use-our-eyes-instead.html' title='We&amp;#39;ll use our eyes instead'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VHmXb8DmfbA/TxyyDR0ovOI/AAAAAAAAEYA/t_zghgyq64Y/s72-c/IMAG0626.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3130615926478542925</id><published>2012-01-18T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:54:17.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on top of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will get this child to love me. Someday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gmkshg5L4ss/TxeT6ASTA-I/AAAAAAAAEXU/2kfHqsxx1zw/tumblr_lxyv9hONk71rn47nmo1_500.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3130615926478542925?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3130615926478542925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/sitting-on-top-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3130615926478542925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3130615926478542925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/sitting-on-top-of-world.html' title='Sitting on top of the world'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gmkshg5L4ss/TxeT6ASTA-I/AAAAAAAAEXU/2kfHqsxx1zw/s72-c/tumblr_lxyv9hONk71rn47nmo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-556683721906370611</id><published>2011-12-17T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:27:54.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes sir I'm cut from a different cloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're not the best chinchilla babysitters... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gK8VYTwAAa8/Tu1PZCK3nGI/AAAAAAAAEE8/Crv3djqlzog/IMAG0519.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TxhzuZXcPkI/Tu1PEvANuSI/AAAAAAAAEEk/x0GAzuOyI2U/IMAG0518.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-X5ffkFbDdlA/Tu1PGFbLYAI/AAAAAAAAEEs/gCcT-KnRKj0/IMAG0517.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PoPSt8Vm_JE/Tu1PH6JnaUI/AAAAAAAAEE0/9U-JHQHiqzw/IMAG0516.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-556683721906370611?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/556683721906370611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-sir-i-cut-from-different-cloth.html#comment-form' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3269293443022029406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3269293443022029406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-better-watch-out.html' title='You better watch out...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FKTdVyqqyv0/TtqDaQBnFbI/AAAAAAAAD_4/rnWxVvvG4cA/s72-c/IMAG0490.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8657366440681151885</id><published>2011-11-15T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:14:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't nobody who can comfort me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Upon handing her medications to her with my left hand one of my girls said: &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Where's your ring? Aren't you married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No...&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I thought you were married!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No dear I am very, very single.&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Well you should be married. I thought you were married! You look like someone who should be married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8657366440681151885?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8657366440681151885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/11/aint-nobody-who-can-comfort-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8657366440681151885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8657366440681151885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/11/aint-nobody-who-can-comfort-me.html' title='Ain&amp;#39;t nobody who can comfort me'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8134110093838884647</id><published>2011-09-01T15:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:02:24.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings loved ones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am wearing a (thin) cardigan and I'm not hot! Few things could make me happier. I have a sudden urge to bake pumpkin flavored things. Bring on the fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8134110093838884647?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8134110093838884647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/09/greetings-loved-ones.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8134110093838884647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8134110093838884647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/09/greetings-loved-ones.html' title='Greetings loved ones...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2269574077433734705</id><published>2011-08-30T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T10:20:59.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I open my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't decide which is worse...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday's horrible dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday's fantastic dream that isn't happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2269574077433734705?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2269574077433734705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-open-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2269574077433734705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2269574077433734705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-open-my-eyes.html' title='I open my eyes'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3824909121872221297</id><published>2011-08-27T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:14:53.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you came to the internet today hoping to see a picture of my foot. I'm happy to provide one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-90c5EqdYjh0/TllrxTJ3EMI/AAAAAAAADuQ/rS9eJZpfpPM/IMAG0328.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3824909121872221297?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3824909121872221297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-i-was-blade-i-shave-you-smooth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3824909121872221297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3824909121872221297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-i-was-blade-i-shave-you-smooth.html' title='If I was a blade I&amp;#39;d shave you smooth'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-90c5EqdYjh0/TllrxTJ3EMI/AAAAAAAADuQ/rS9eJZpfpPM/s72-c/IMAG0328.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8043569761325975918</id><published>2011-08-22T02:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:18:45.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny bubbles</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's only funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Jodi! What do you do when you don't have any clean underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Me:...laundry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8043569761325975918?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8043569761325975918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/tiny-bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8043569761325975918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8043569761325975918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/tiny-bubbles.html' title='Tiny bubbles'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6417930882248109528</id><published>2011-08-01T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:16:23.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all uncharted</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So, once upon a&amp;nbsp; time I made a list of 26 things I wanted to do this year. How about an update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Book of Mormon - &lt;b&gt;I still need to work on this. Oops.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Do that one thing in that one place&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt; - Done! Quite pleased with this one. It deserves a separate post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Redesign the blog&lt;/strike&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Done. I'm not terribly thrilled with the results but I also don't really care that much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sew at least 4 items of clothing - &lt;b&gt;Yeah, I should start on that. Maybe some fall skirts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Have my entire room completely clean at the same time&lt;/strike&gt; - &lt;b&gt;I'm counting those three days in March when I cleaned for my mom and sister's visit. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake 104 things - &lt;b&gt;Oh boy. Yeah, I started out strong on this but then certain things (people) distracted me. This won't be happening.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take 4 hobby related classes - &lt;b&gt;One down, three to go. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take more pictures - &lt;b&gt;This was a vague goal. Maybe I'm doing it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet Kyle Beckerman - &lt;b&gt;Still working on this one. Please let this happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a tourist in my own state - &lt;b&gt;Slowly doing this. Not enough to call it good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Host a party a month - &lt;b&gt;Nope. Also not happening.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to run - &lt;b&gt;I sure think about this a lot. It can still happen. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a third lantern for that one corner in my room - &lt;b&gt;Still looking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog 10x a month - &lt;b&gt;Ha. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go camping - &lt;b&gt;I'm making this happen in September.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read one book per month - &lt;b&gt;I would have to actually count but I think I'm close. Especially if I get to just count the total of books read instead of the month in which I read them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Index 6,000 names - &lt;b&gt;350 down, 5650 to go. I actually feel okay about this one still considering I did all 350 of those names yesterday afternoon. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell something at the farmers market - &lt;b&gt;Not yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit a new state - &lt;b&gt;Not yet. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make handmade lemonade - &lt;b&gt;Not yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out Timp cave - &lt;b&gt;Not yet. I should have gone with the girls last week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend 5 concerts - &lt;b&gt;Almost! I just counted four and I have several more lined up. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend at least a day working with Habitat for Humanity - &lt;b&gt;Not yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Salt Flats - &lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to another roller derby - &lt;b&gt;Not yet. Soon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let my family know how much I love them - &lt;b&gt;I don't know how to measure this. Maybe?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;b&gt;In summary, I haven't done much. &lt;/b&gt;The interesting thing to me is the things that have happened so far this year that I would have never imagined. I've learned so much and much of that learning has happened the hard way. That's all I have to say about that for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-6417930882248109528?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6417930882248109528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-all-uncharted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6417930882248109528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6417930882248109528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-all-uncharted.html' title='It&apos;s all uncharted'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7717080079128726863</id><published>2011-07-12T14:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:07:00.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a brand new sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I'm grateful for beautiful canyons, beautiful weather and a day off. Plus a wonderful friend who suggested we utilize all of those things to have a leisurely afternoon of reading in the shade. Hooray for summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2hAZdwg4gic/Thy3JbBb_VI/AAAAAAAADiE/VZRfgic9LSk/IMAG0200.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-7717080079128726863?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7717080079128726863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/07/make-brand-new-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7717080079128726863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7717080079128726863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/07/make-brand-new-sound.html' title='Make a brand new sound'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2hAZdwg4gic/Thy3JbBb_VI/AAAAAAAADiE/VZRfgic9LSk/s72-c/IMAG0200.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>South Fork Park, South Fork Road, Utah, United States</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.348085 -111.547446</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4052161629425566401</id><published>2011-07-09T09:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T09:13:57.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up with a new tattoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to introduce you to someone special in my life. I'm kind of obsessed even after 3 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FG9km0GEatc/ThhvqxPnDhI/AAAAAAAADhg/PgLNuE0wa4g/IMAG0192.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4052161629425566401?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4052161629425566401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/07/woke-up-with-new-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4052161629425566401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4052161629425566401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/07/woke-up-with-new-tattoo.html' title='Woke up with a new tattoo...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FG9km0GEatc/ThhvqxPnDhI/AAAAAAAADhg/PgLNuE0wa4g/s72-c/IMAG0192.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1915878715681686492</id><published>2011-06-13T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:20:58.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to say goodbye to turning tables</title><content type='html'>"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming." -Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the decisive element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1915878715681686492?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1915878715681686492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-time-to-say-goodbye-to-turning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1915878715681686492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1915878715681686492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-time-to-say-goodbye-to-turning.html' title='It&apos;s time to say goodbye to turning tables'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3029367832242722993</id><published>2011-03-14T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:27:17.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I wanna marry you</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream wherein my wedding reception was held in a gas station that the groom's parents&amp;nbsp; owned. We had it there because his parents thought everyone would enjoy picking out their "refreshments". Our receiving line was in front of the beer cooler because hey! we're Mormon so no one needed in there. I had no idea who the groom was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was my coworker's wedding reception. This weekend was 2 days of wedding celebration for my favorite cousin. Two of my roommates are engaged. I'm the maid of honor for a set of friends who are getting married in April. Several other friends are planning weddings all around me.&amp;nbsp; I'm quite happy for everyone but if I keep having weird wedding dreams that happiness might fade pretty quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3029367832242722993?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3029367832242722993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-i-wanna-marry-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3029367832242722993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3029367832242722993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-i-wanna-marry-you.html' title='I think I wanna marry you'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8032191860721261707</id><published>2011-03-14T01:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:54:46.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you do, don't go around breaking young girls' hearts</title><content type='html'>If you follow college basketball at all you know who Jimmer Fredette is.&lt;br /&gt;If you read my blog at all you know that I &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-rocket-youre-going-on-it.html"&gt;fall hard for aliens&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What you don't yet know is how these two things are related and why BYU owes me a thank you letter. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To enlighten you I would like to share a song written and performed by one of my work girls. (The homeless one for those who know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Havier is Not My Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Jimmer was a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Wha was well loved in this town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;He had a fancy car and he would drive it around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Jimmer was a star - a star in Basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Seemingly the man, yeah he seemed to have it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;But Jimmer actually had a secret that was bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;it was so crazy-mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;the secret that he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;OH! Jimmer is in love with Jodi Leynse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;He's an alien in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Jimmer's in love with Jodi Leynse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;His whole life is full of lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Havier is not my lover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;It's really Jimmer, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Havier is not my lover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;It's really Jimmer, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;People, this song is GOOD.&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/512825259151893549-8032191860721261707?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8032191860721261707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-careful-what-you-do-dont-go-around.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8032191860721261707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8032191860721261707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-careful-what-you-do-dont-go-around.html' title='Be careful what you do, don&apos;t go around breaking young girls&apos; hearts'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-266549573092987670</id><published>2011-03-01T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:35:59.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy</title><content type='html'>So, I went on the &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-standing-in-my-way.html"&gt;work snow mobile trip&lt;/a&gt; again this year and learned a very important lesson that I wish to impart to any soul so lucky as to read this blog. May my experience be a lesson to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to embark on a weekend trip to a cabin surrounded by at least four feet of snow and then upon entering your cabin find that in a basement window well two skunks have become stuck by said snow I plead with you to follow your initial instinct to call animal services. By all means do not send two clients and an intern to dig out the snow, remove the grate and place a board to act as a ramp from the window well to save the skunks. This will undoubtedly anger the skunks because they lack the higher brain functioning that would allow them to know you are there to help and not harm them. Even if the skunks do not spray your clients and the intern they WILL still spray. You will then realize just how non-airtight the window wells of older cabins are as every item you brought with you will soak in the stench despite locating your belongings as far away in the cabin as it is physically possible to locate them. This might induce headaches, fuzzy thinking or at least a strong desire to ultimate punch every skunk in the world. In any case it is helpful to note that the laundromat by Cafe Rio has free dryers until 3pm because you will want to wash out your sleeping bags. And your pillow. And anything else remotely porous*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You will be surprised to find out how many of your belongings are porous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-266549573092987670?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/266549573092987670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/cooking-raw-with-brooklyn-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/266549573092987670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/266549573092987670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/cooking-raw-with-brooklyn-boy.html' title='Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3730151327612988373</id><published>2011-02-06T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:04:00.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSL'/><title type='text'>A kick in the teeth is good for some</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509054633727498162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQYAEuMF7I/AAAAAAAADW8/5bPseOfJD0g/s400/P7311436.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;This is an old picture from last season but I would appreciate if you noticed that #5, Kyle Beckerman, is not wearing any shin guards. One of the many reasons he's so dreamy and meeting him is on my&lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-list.html"&gt; list of things to do&lt;/a&gt; this year. I love Real Salt Lake. My dear friend Dirrty, author of &lt;a href="http://howtomarryatool.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;, bought season tickets and I'm planning on tagging along quite often. I can't wait for the season to begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3730151327612988373?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3730151327612988373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/02/kick-in-teeth-is-good-for-some.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3730151327612988373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3730151327612988373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/02/kick-in-teeth-is-good-for-some.html' title='A kick in the teeth is good for some'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQYAEuMF7I/AAAAAAAADW8/5bPseOfJD0g/s72-c/P7311436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-9076511505222923423</id><published>2011-02-05T12:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:55:16.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baked'/><title type='text'>#2 - Vanilla Cupcakes with Pear Frosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567762630002838770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TUSqnNsDjPI/AAAAAAAADdo/QL4zPVyfNk4/s400/P1080301.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Here we see #2 of 104 bakings I will attempt this year. Yes I know bakings isn't a word but I really think it should be.&lt;br /&gt;These are vanilla cupcakes with pear frosting. Not much to say about these, they're just simple and delightful. It was my first time using flavored oils in a frosting. The label said the oils were quite strong so I went pretty easy and probably could have used a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-9076511505222923423?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9076511505222923423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/02/put-my-hand-on-plate-for-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/9076511505222923423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/9076511505222923423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/02/put-my-hand-on-plate-for-you.html' title='#2 - Vanilla Cupcakes with Pear Frosting'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TUSqnNsDjPI/AAAAAAAADdo/QL4zPVyfNk4/s72-c/P1080301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4015866401426452726</id><published>2011-01-14T10:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:52:04.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blue shell is coming so I'll go ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="info-data"&gt;You can tell it's Friday because the two things I came here to post are both of questionable quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First? One of the best texts (I feel) I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a friend suggests I call in sick to work to watch a movie I respond:&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could but since my people have turned what was a mere creek of trouble into a full blown river of feces I, as supervisor, get to captain our paddle-less vessel tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was funny to me since a certain Garth Brooks song popped into my head? I don't know. Clearly I'm looking forward to work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I have this video to share with you. It's a thing of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDBpQVhCMb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDBpQVhCMb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4015866401426452726?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4015866401426452726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/blue-shell-is-coming-so-ill-go-ahead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4015866401426452726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4015866401426452726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/blue-shell-is-coming-so-ill-go-ahead.html' title='The blue shell is coming so I&apos;ll go ahead'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8398003501374251129</id><published>2011-01-11T12:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:40:22.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baked'/><title type='text'>#1 - Pineapple Upside Down Cake</title><content type='html'>Well, I've started. Saying I would bake 104 things this year has both seemed like a daunting challenge and then a underachieving goal. I realize that I'm crazy. Once I started trying to choose what to actually begin baking for my &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-list.html"&gt;goal&lt;/a&gt; so many things looked good. So many that I thought I was going to end up baking 4 things last weekend. Luckily for my behind I only ended up baking two things, the first of which was this pineapple upside down cake. I was especially excited because I got to use several of my Christmas gifts in the process. (Look mom! They're not just gathering dust!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the cake. I used a recipe from one of my favorite Food Network dudes, Alton Brown. It was tasty but the very center of the side without pineapple was kinda dry but apparently not dry enough to keep my coworkers from scarfing it down. Another plus? My apartment smelled like the caramelized dark brown sugar for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TSysbVFLqVI/AAAAAAAADaA/mTRIYS1AznA/s1600/P1070296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TSysbVFLqVI/AAAAAAAADaA/mTRIYS1AznA/s400/P1070296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561009225411045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TSysa3sLZhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/uD87aRZ98Xs/s1600/P1070297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TSysa3sLZhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/uD87aRZ98Xs/s400/P1070297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561009217521542674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would I bake it again? Sure, but I would make a few adjustments so it isn't so dry on the cake side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8398003501374251129?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8398003501374251129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-pineapple-upside-down-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8398003501374251129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8398003501374251129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-pineapple-upside-down-cake.html' title='#1 - Pineapple Upside Down Cake'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TSysbVFLqVI/AAAAAAAADaA/mTRIYS1AznA/s72-c/P1070296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-869268367392926950</id><published>2011-01-10T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:00:13.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve got a rocket, you’re going on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Seven People Who Read my Blog,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have a special treat for you today! I would like to present to you a story written by one of my girls, typos included. Consider yourself lucky.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love,&lt;br/&gt;Jodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;The Ultimate Space Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;There were three girls named Jodi, Brittany and Rachel. They were about to go off in the ultimate space search for the ultimate burrito. Finally, the day came and they blasted off. Brittany and Rachel were very excited and ready to explore looking for ingredients. Jodi on the other hand had more on her mind. She was growing old and was ready to settle down and make mini-mormons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Oh well, " she thought, "how could I manage a relationship wile in search for the ultimate burrito?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;She decided to not tell her BFF's, Brittany and Rachel, because she didn't want them distracted. First, they blasted out of the galaxy and headed for a yellowish planet to the right. They arrived to the planet and discovered it was full of Jewish chinchillas. They headed toward the main one who was sitting on a throne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Squeak, squeakers," he spoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Oh no!" said Rachel, "we don't speak chinchilla!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"I do! Don't worry, I'll translate," said Brittany. Brittany chit-chatted a bit with the king chinchilla and discovered his name was Joseph Smith. Brittany discovered that they make a special cheese on the planet. Eager to find it she scurried after Smith who wanted to give her a tour. Brittany first told Rachel and Jodi to just entertain themselves. As soon as they were alone an English speaking chinchilla came up to them and said, "You've fell into our trap," and whistled. Rachel and Jodi got very scared, and before they knew it they were surrounded by chinchillas. They started to attack and repeated the phrase "all hail Sean Kingston". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"This is &lt;span style='text-decoration:underline'&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; un-Mormon" Jodi yelled as she flung a chinchilla off her leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Mormon? We aren't Mormon. Were wicken and obey our leader Sean Kingston!" Suddenly a blue space ship swung down and grabbed Rachel and Jodi. To there suprise Brittany was in there too sitting with two large blue aliens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Those chinchillas were evil! Thank God were saved, Oh! This is Havier and Cliff," said Brittany. Brittany had already explained there situation to Havier and Cliff. They had told her no one had ever survived the search for the ultimate burrito. Jodi found Cliff, and Havier especially attractive. She didn't know why but she kept finding herself strangely staring at Haviers beauty. He finally asked to give her a tour of the ship. Jodi nodded yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Jodi," Havier said as they waslked off, "You are such an amazing Mormon! You're always showing you're inner Mormon. I love you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"Oh Havier! We need to have you come back to Utah, I love you too!" yelled Jodi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59; font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;They ran back to tell Cliff, Brittany and Rachel of there plans and headed back to earth. The girls got there old jobs back, and Havier became 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; staff. A few months passed and Jodi and Havier got married. They had found true Mormon love and lived happily ever after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Later I'll delight you with a picture of Havier the girls made for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-869268367392926950?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/869268367392926950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-rocket-youre-going-on-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/869268367392926950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/869268367392926950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-got-rocket-youre-going-on-it.html' title='I’ve got a rocket, you’re going on it'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2190211541818577136</id><published>2011-01-08T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:00:17.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the heart of life is good</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I've been here almost two years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Yeah! It will be two years in August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2190211541818577136?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2190211541818577136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-heart-of-life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2190211541818577136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2190211541818577136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-heart-of-life-is-good.html' title='I know the heart of life is good'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3924405794928654921</id><published>2011-01-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:19:50.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 26 List</title><content type='html'>Last year I never got around to making any specific goals and therefore never really accomplished anything major that I would have like to accomplish. This year, in an effort to do more, I've complied a list of 26 things I want to do before I turn 27. I've got a year and two weeks to get all of this done and I totally think it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Book of Mormon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do that one thing in that one place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Redesign the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sew at least 4 items of clothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have my entire room completely clean at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake 104 things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take 4 hobby related classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take more pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet Kyle Beckerman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a tourist in my own state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Host a party a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a third lantern for that one corner in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog 10x a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read one book per month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Index 6,000 names&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell something at the farmers market&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit a new state&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make handmade lemonade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out  Timp cave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend 5 concerts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend at least a day working with Habitat for Humanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Salt Flats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to another roller derby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let my family know how much I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3924405794928654921?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3924405794928654921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3924405794928654921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3924405794928654921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-list.html' title='The 26 List'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8029526666239413213</id><published>2010-11-21T20:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:46:02.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSL'/><title type='text'>I'm too excited to be creative with a title for this post</title><content type='html'>PEOPLE WHO READ MY BLOG! (All two of you...) I'm now super famous and in a commercial. This soccer season I fell in love with Real Salt Lake. For what would end up being the last playoff game we went all out with with face paints and the like. See if you can find me! My friend Dustin is the guy yelling at the very end. I painted his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="data:application/x-silverlight-2," height="324" type="application/x-silverlight-2" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="source" value="http://rsltv.neulion.com/mlsvp/scripts/mls.xap"&gt;&lt;param name="initParams" value="catid=1490,id=10661,shareembed=true,server=http://rsltv.neulion.com/mlsvp/,pageurl=http://rsltv.neulion.com/mlsvp/console.jsp?id=10661&amp;amp;catid=1490"&gt;&lt;param name="background" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="minRuntimeVersion" value="3.0.40624.0"&gt;&lt;param name="autoUpgrade" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="Windowless" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="enableHtmlAccess" value="true"&gt;&lt;a href="http://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkID=149156&amp;amp;v=3.0.40624.0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkId=108181" alt="Get Microsoft Silverlight" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8029526666239413213?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8029526666239413213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-too-excited-to-be-creative-with.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8029526666239413213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8029526666239413213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-too-excited-to-be-creative-with.html' title='I&apos;m too excited to be creative with a title for this post'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1007451403443710133</id><published>2010-10-04T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:31:11.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted love, I needed love</title><content type='html'>I feel like it is finally safe to post these. For about a month someone was trying to sell my truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time it was a funny joke.&lt;br /&gt;The second time (a thousand dollars less asking price) not as funny.&lt;br /&gt;The third time not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I would wash my windows someone would come back the next day and my truck (complete with terrible grammar) was for sale again. These are pictures of the second time it was for sale. The third time was the worst especially when I got stuck in traffic on my way to work and had 5 phone calls, 3 texts and 1 man follow me to the parking lot at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQcfGlXD_I/AAAAAAAADYU/b4_jdpPW_WI/s1600/P7301418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQcfGlXD_I/AAAAAAAADYU/b4_jdpPW_WI/s400/P7301418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059564849795058" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQceWnEsHI/AAAAAAAADYM/XGGe7B7UdO8/s1600/P7301416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQceWnEsHI/AAAAAAAADYM/XGGe7B7UdO8/s400/P7301416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059551972077682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been funnier if it happened to someone else. Actually, someone wrote on Danny's car something to the effect of "Lonely "cougars" call ______" and "Baby maker" and that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is: if you're looking for a good prank, put someone's car for sale using window paint. But not mine. That's been done before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1007451403443710133?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1007451403443710133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanted-love-i-needed-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1007451403443710133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1007451403443710133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanted-love-i-needed-love.html' title='I wanted love, I needed love'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQcfGlXD_I/AAAAAAAADYU/b4_jdpPW_WI/s72-c/P7301418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5550732486988335108</id><published>2010-10-03T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:55:45.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?</title><content type='html'>Texts worth remembering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh Miss Jodi. What have you gotten me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logical. Motivational. Inspirational. I like it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They give me awkward anxiety.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was made to understand there were grilled cheese sandwiches here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She hase a tummy ack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do have a tumy ack! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kid in class today said, "men are anal(ly?) dependent on their mothers." Professor said, "gross."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have become Scott's Jodi for the evening. I have a feeling I'm going to want to kill him by the end of the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have just filled my soul with a strange combination of rage, envy, love and admiration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yes your mother does know how to text! You may think yo momma stupid but she not! (From my mother of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's like the cereal Special K!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see. So Gunther is then the obvious choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Word of the night: Insected. Meaning felt like an insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just discovered a sleeping spell in ____'s stuff. She wrote it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So ______ says she is completely torn between Mormonism and being a Wicken. Three cheers for magic powers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And, to conclude, a picture I sent myself from the work phone to my own phone of the two Emu's I had to herd back to their home using just my body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKldvsosg_I/AAAAAAAADZo/irnRI93L0xw/s1600/0804001916b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKldvsosg_I/AAAAAAAADZo/irnRI93L0xw/s400/0804001916b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524049491963708402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5550732486988335108?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5550732486988335108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cannot-text-you-with-drink-in-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5550732486988335108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5550732486988335108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cannot-text-you-with-drink-in-my-hand.html' title='I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKldvsosg_I/AAAAAAAADZo/irnRI93L0xw/s72-c/0804001916b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-74649809963242738</id><published>2010-10-02T23:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:59:40.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and lightening, very very frightening</title><content type='html'>I almost didn't make it today. On day two. Oops. I have a headache now,  probably from the high bun I've been working all day (an AZN bun to you  Piz). Was your day as delightful as mine today? If I could just take out  the 45 minutes I was on the phone with Comcast it would have been near  perfect. As is tradition I had a conference breakfast with friends,  watched both sessions and then during the priesthood session of  conference some great ladies and I went up the canyon to toast a few  marshmallows and starburts. I'm just going to say that I believe we got  the fire started more efficiently without any boys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgamV84JXI/AAAAAAAADZg/ShEnL4M8TJo/s1600/DSC_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgamV84JXI/AAAAAAAADZg/ShEnL4M8TJo/s400/DSC_2174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523694188999746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgamD26qdI/AAAAAAAADZY/WTCNykRM1S8/s1600/DSC_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgamD26qdI/AAAAAAAADZY/WTCNykRM1S8/s400/DSC_2178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523694184142907858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgal4Xe3fI/AAAAAAAADZQ/PhErJ7fW0Jc/s1600/DSC_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgal4Xe3fI/AAAAAAAADZQ/PhErJ7fW0Jc/s400/DSC_2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523694181058272754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgalTG7-NI/AAAAAAAADZI/x9YmwMZ1PjY/s1600/DSC_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgalTG7-NI/AAAAAAAADZI/x9YmwMZ1PjY/s400/DSC_2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523694171056765138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgalPf_ZkI/AAAAAAAADZA/POdcXphUtrM/s1600/DSC_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgalPf_ZkI/AAAAAAAADZA/POdcXphUtrM/s400/DSC_2171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523694170088105538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-74649809963242738?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/74649809963242738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/thunder-and-lightening-very-very.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/74649809963242738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/74649809963242738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/thunder-and-lightening-very-very.html' title='Thunder and lightening, very very frightening'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TKgamV84JXI/AAAAAAAADZg/ShEnL4M8TJo/s72-c/DSC_2174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4030942050773325075</id><published>2010-10-01T10:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:47:31.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the war of my life, at the door of my life</title><content type='html'>Today is such a glorious day, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Today is October!&lt;br /&gt;Today is the kick off to General Conference weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate October (an Oktoberfest of sorts...except not) I am going to post every day. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday/October/kick off to GC! I recommend you celebrate by watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/cTqyxNhQo10aeqI_PAot8Q"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/cTqyxNhQo10aeqI_PAot8Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4030942050773325075?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4030942050773325075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-such-glorious-day-no-today-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4030942050773325075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4030942050773325075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-is-such-glorious-day-no-today-is.html' title='I&apos;m in the war of my life, at the door of my life'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-742964728572375471</id><published>2010-09-17T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:26:02.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a friendly reminder as you head into the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TJOyXRAFaXI/AAAAAAAADY4/iJpRGqg7Hfw/s1600/letseatgrandpa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TJOyXRAFaXI/AAAAAAAADY4/iJpRGqg7Hfw/s400/letseatgrandpa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517950081229482354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-742964728572375471?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/742964728572375471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-tell-anyone-about-way-you-hold.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/742964728572375471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/742964728572375471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-tell-anyone-about-way-you-hold.html' title='I don&apos;t tell anyone about the way you hold my hand'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TJOyXRAFaXI/AAAAAAAADY4/iJpRGqg7Hfw/s72-c/letseatgrandpa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1864963923724417916</id><published>2010-08-24T12:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:56:54.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>These days it comes and goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week from today I will be mere feet away from this man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQP3jP3AHI/AAAAAAAADUs/WTtN-f5YlGE/s1600/john_mayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQP3jP3AHI/AAAAAAAADUs/WTtN-f5YlGE/s400/john_mayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509045691209941106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't be happier about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1864963923724417916?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1864963923724417916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/these-days-it-comes-and-goes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1864963923724417916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1864963923724417916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/these-days-it-comes-and-goes.html' title='These days it comes and goes'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/THQP3jP3AHI/AAAAAAAADUs/WTtN-f5YlGE/s72-c/john_mayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3564263354501351234</id><published>2010-08-24T12:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:25:26.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian spaghetti, singing falsetto</title><content type='html'>What a difference a week makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is still somewhat of a disaster but I did get rid of that extra stuff and felt like I was being charitable while doing it. Bonus! Extra double score bonus: I have awesome roommates. I still am in that awkward space in time where I feel like I'm sneaking around someone's apartment but that feeling is gradually fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people still suck but that's a given with life. Some boys (some) are brainless but I am trying to remember that so I'm not as affected by them in the moment. Easier said than done sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all though is that work did not destroy my will to live! (As evidenced by...) I was actually somewhat shocked to realize how much I missed working. I was tackled as I came in through the door by a few girls and I'm guessing there are few people in this world who don't like the feeling that someone missed them and is excited to see them. The camping trip was fantastic. There was some extreme sleep deprivation but the trip definitely exceeded my expectations in many ways. The best part of the best part is that I got PROMOTED! I've been anxious about this for a while and it is such a relief to have that anxiety resolved. Hooray for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this you're very likely one of my friends. Thank you for your support. I sure do love you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3564263354501351234?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3564263354501351234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/italian-spaghetti-singing-falsetto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3564263354501351234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3564263354501351234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/italian-spaghetti-singing-falsetto.html' title='Italian spaghetti, singing falsetto'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4265359802141726595</id><published>2010-08-16T10:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:09:41.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries</title><content type='html'>I returned from my yearly adventure in the great state of Wisconsin last night. The trip was fantastic and included camel riding, chocolate covered bacon eating, card playing, a little family history-ing, hairnet wearing and general family merriment-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat any bratwursts however and this might mean the trip was incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible I had a small breakdown at the airport when parting ways with my mom and sister. I'm not really ready to be back and involved in normal life. I just moved and my room is not quite a complete disaster but needs a whole lot of unpacking and organizing. When I walked into my room last night I found that my previous roommates had dropped off any unclaimed items in what little empty floor space I had before my trip. I had to move out a few days before them to go to Wisconsin and so they left everything in my room. 98% of those things were not mine and now I get to take them to DI and the Utah Food Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to deal with people and their drama. Somehow that didn't just disappear while I was in the land of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at work could potentially destroy my will to live. Between today and next Sunday I'll clock at least 72 hours of working time and 48 of those will be spent on a camping trip I still need to prepare for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the pleading of my mother I've sort of taken this morning "off" and forced myself to have a relaxed/lazy day. This is harder than I thought it would be. Every so often I have an anxious moment where I realize how much there is to be done. It doesn't help that I'm sitting on my bed and can't help but see the mountains of things to be unpacked. But I'm trying. And by that I mean in a few minutes I'll shower and go into work early to help get some things ready for the camping trip. That counts as relaxing right? Right? Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4265359802141726595?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4265359802141726595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/math-science-history-unraveling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4265359802141726595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4265359802141726595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/math-science-history-unraveling.html' title='Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8428512934854210126</id><published>2010-07-30T12:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:58:25.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5QF'/><title type='text'>Neanderthals developed tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hello! I kind of suck at blogging lately. No need to carry on about that though. I decided I'm going to try this &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;5 Question Friday&lt;/a&gt; thing I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(14, 16, 41); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (You should do it too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; This might work or, knowing me, this could be the only week it happens. We'll see kids! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;id you have a favorite blanket or toy as a kid? If so, do you still have it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had Mousie. Mousie was a giant stuffed mouse who (if I am recalling correctly) wore a plaid dress. A few years ago we found Mousie while sorting through some old stuff. Mom showed me where she had reattached several of Mousie's body parts over the years. I'm keeping Mousie (stored away) to hopefully show my progeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do you dream in color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say yes. I am not sure I've really noticed but I think if my dreams were black and white I would have noticed that. When I woke up on Wednesday I had just dreamed about going to the gym. This made it hard to get up and actually go to the gym. Too bad dream workouts don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How tall are you? Do you wish you were shorter or taller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially 5'7" and YES I do wish I was a little taller. I'm actually a little angry about that. My dad was very tall and while growing up the Dr. always told me that according to the growth charts I was going to be 5'9". In high school I hit 5'7" and just stopped. I feel somewhat robbed of my deserved height. I also have diagnosed myself with Body Dismorphic Disorder because when I meet guys who are around 6' I think I'm just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit shorter than them. A guy I dated for a while sometimes called me "shorty". Clearly that relationship worked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could have anyone's (celeb or other) voice as the guide on your GPS, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely without a doubt Morgan Freeman. I think he has the most wonderful voice of any human being. I don't really care about penguins but I would put on March of the Penguins, lay on the floor and just listen to Morgan Freeman. Mmmm. Is it any wonder he played God in Bruce Almighty and Evan Almighty? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Do you return your shopping cart to the corral or leave it wherever in the parking lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should probably utilize carts more. I have this problem where I go into the store thinking that because I only need a few things I'll just carry them in my arms or, if I know I need several things, I get a basket. This always starts out fine but before long I've amassed too many items to make either of these methods effective ways of carrying my items to be purchased. I almost always drop things. Anyway, carts... I should use them more. I would say I put them back in the corral about 95.7% of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8428512934854210126?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8428512934854210126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/neanderthals-developed-tools.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8428512934854210126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8428512934854210126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/neanderthals-developed-tools.html' title='Neanderthals developed tools'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-802995411970649415</id><published>2010-07-10T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:06:45.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of wine and cheap perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm choosing Midnight Train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TDi2Npe3Z7I/AAAAAAAADUk/rtlC0GtiXjc/s1600/tumblr_l5csfzjsYM1qcc2y1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492340091168188338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TDi2Npe3Z7I/AAAAAAAADUk/rtlC0GtiXjc/s400/tumblr_l5csfzjsYM1qcc2y1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Stolen from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyreynacorn.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/512825259151893549-802995411970649415?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/802995411970649415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/smell-of-wine-and-cheap-perfume.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/802995411970649415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/802995411970649415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/smell-of-wine-and-cheap-perfume.html' title='The smell of wine and cheap perfume'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TDi2Npe3Z7I/AAAAAAAADUk/rtlC0GtiXjc/s72-c/tumblr_l5csfzjsYM1qcc2y1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5872580328727444385</id><published>2010-06-16T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:10:33.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSL'/><title type='text'>Ole! Ole ole ole! Real! Salt Lake!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I went to my first (meaning it won't be the last) Real Salt Lake game. I had forgotten how much I love soccer and being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;the game made it all the more exciting. The crowd at the Real game was CRAZY. Now we've been watching the World Cup and I'm loving that even more. I'm absolutely cheering for the US and the Netherlands (it's possible my car is decorated in orange paint declaring my love for the Nehterlands. Dutch people are awesome.) and I'm dying to get my very on vuvuzela. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun day with this crazy cast of characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASGrSuk-II/AAAAAAAADSs/lOLpqRyxBW0/s1600/P5291009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASGrSuk-II/AAAAAAAADSs/lOLpqRyxBW0/s400/P5291009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477651125109061762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus cousin Derek was in town. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASDumrY57I/AAAAAAAADSU/ibfPyGauuqU/s400/P5291030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477647883469121458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASDQzIHXQI/AAAAAAAADSM/FDjvU5q1ddw/s1600/P5291011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASDQzIHXQI/AAAAAAAADSM/FDjvU5q1ddw/s400/P5291011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477647371414756610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASBJEb9nEI/AAAAAAAADSE/Z-jbwjCr4T0/s1600/P5291027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASBJEb9nEI/AAAAAAAADSE/Z-jbwjCr4T0/s400/P5291027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477645039599197250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR7BucpXCI/AAAAAAAADR8/nHUpY-NNe-w/s1600/P5291017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR7BucpXCI/AAAAAAAADR8/nHUpY-NNe-w/s400/P5291017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477638316367633442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR6b3vqrzI/AAAAAAAADR0/LXjEbDghP40/s1600/P5291014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR6b3vqrzI/AAAAAAAADR0/LXjEbDghP40/s400/P5291014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477637666028302130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Dirrty Dutch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR6Bhnw9BI/AAAAAAAADRs/fLhyRDvvo9A/s1600/P5291012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR6Bhnw9BI/AAAAAAAADRs/fLhyRDvvo9A/s400/P5291012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477637213412979730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We may have really loved the naughty cheers from the fans in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR5T1f50fI/AAAAAAAADRk/eLwGOHsZSu8/s1600/P5291006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR5T1f50fI/AAAAAAAADRk/eLwGOHsZSu8/s400/P5291006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477636428474733042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR4mO6bi1I/AAAAAAAADRc/We2Xkx2O7rc/s1600/P5291016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR4mO6bi1I/AAAAAAAADRc/We2Xkx2O7rc/s400/P5291016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477635645022899026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR2-1jGlLI/AAAAAAAADRU/Zl8UEmlCgVE/s1600/P5291020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR2-1jGlLI/AAAAAAAADRU/Zl8UEmlCgVE/s400/P5291020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477633868687643826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR2br1fimI/AAAAAAAADRM/g0s5rWEG6jk/s1600/P5291028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR2br1fimI/AAAAAAAADRM/g0s5rWEG6jk/s400/P5291028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477633264785001058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR12rC9I4I/AAAAAAAADRE/lHfIXqyhsws/s1600/P5291029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TAR12rC9I4I/AAAAAAAADRE/lHfIXqyhsws/s400/P5291029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477632628917871490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5872580328727444385?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5872580328727444385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/ole-ole-ole-ole-real-salt-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5872580328727444385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5872580328727444385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/ole-ole-ole-ole-real-salt-lake.html' title='Ole! Ole ole ole! Real! Salt Lake!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASGrSuk-II/AAAAAAAADSs/lOLpqRyxBW0/s72-c/P5291009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-638345773347804070</id><published>2010-06-10T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:29:10.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_2cbjMiOdI/AAAAAAAADMk/i4eE0aFcjv0/s1600/P4160611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_2cbjMiOdI/AAAAAAAADMk/i4eE0aFcjv0/s400/P4160611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475704719070607826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Provo friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you been to &lt;a href="http://www.slabpizza.com/"&gt;SLABpizza&lt;/a&gt; yet? It is tasty tasty. Normally the SLABs aren't sliced into thirds but the roommates and I were indecisive so we shared. This particular day we tried the rosemary potato and bacon, the Thai chicken, and the fennel sausage and chivre. We've tried a few other kinds since and haven't been disappointed. I think the rosemary potato and bacon is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also follow them on Twitter and Facebook. Why? Because they give a free traditional pizza away &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/slabpizza"&gt;their Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and a premium pizza away &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weekly&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/slabpizza"&gt;their Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can thank me buy treating me to a SLAB anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jodi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-638345773347804070?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/638345773347804070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/thunderbolt-and-lightning-very-very.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/638345773347804070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/638345773347804070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/thunderbolt-and-lightning-very-very.html' title='Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_2cbjMiOdI/AAAAAAAADMk/i4eE0aFcjv0/s72-c/P4160611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7093615197358623410</id><published>2010-06-06T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:02:00.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swindle</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday in &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; Bishop talked with us about the dangers of pornography and encouraged us to evaluate the things in our individual apartments to see if we felt we should change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're kinda dorky we "fixed" this picture of our friend Swindle. I don't think he's ever looked better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TARvQmzdbuI/AAAAAAAADQ0/NKb4uCvd4hE/s1600/0530002108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TARvQmzdbuI/AAAAAAAADQ0/NKb4uCvd4hE/s400/0530002108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477625377874341602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-7093615197358623410?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7093615197358623410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/swindle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7093615197358623410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7093615197358623410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/swindle.html' title='Swindle'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TARvQmzdbuI/AAAAAAAADQ0/NKb4uCvd4hE/s72-c/0530002108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5335559086582870625</id><published>2010-06-03T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:56:05.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your body is a wonderland</title><content type='html'>My small friend Corinne shared this wedding invite with me and I can't keep it to myself. I blurred out the names of the people but they probably don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TARw1clUaRI/AAAAAAAADQ8/YzLHTje5FNY/s1600/P5291001edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TARw1clUaRI/AAAAAAAADQ8/YzLHTje5FNY/s400/P5291001edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477627110297463058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE share your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5335559086582870625?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5335559086582870625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-body-is-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5335559086582870625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5335559086582870625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-body-is-wonderland.html' title='Your body is a wonderland'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TARw1clUaRI/AAAAAAAADQ8/YzLHTje5FNY/s72-c/P5291001edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4667121014761566877</id><published>2010-06-02T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:55:07.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot through the heart and you're to blame</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I went shooting with these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZxREYb0I/AAAAAAAADUc/VwXbYeu3HJI/s1600/P5270956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZxREYb0I/AAAAAAAADUc/VwXbYeu3HJI/s400/P5270956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477672118463786818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot at these things that we found in the wild (and a few of our own that be brought):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVWTHP5XI/AAAAAAAADT8/HdS9S0Kb2QY/s1600/P5270949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVWTHP5XI/AAAAAAAADT8/HdS9S0Kb2QY/s400/P5270949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667257109702002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVV2w2DKI/AAAAAAAADT0/eHu2zIn-a4w/s1600/P5270948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVV2w2DKI/AAAAAAAADT0/eHu2zIn-a4w/s400/P5270948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667249499540642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN_vmURcI/AAAAAAAADTU/lY_Hbc0m3bE/s1600/P5270940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN_vmURcI/AAAAAAAADTU/lY_Hbc0m3bE/s400/P5270940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477659173037819330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely day...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVUyihxzI/AAAAAAAADTk/B1Y3jET2xkM/s1600/P5270944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVUyihxzI/AAAAAAAADTk/B1Y3jET2xkM/s400/P5270944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667231185880882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVUTrcbuI/AAAAAAAADTc/PXFNoqWQnlE/s1600/P5270941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVUTrcbuI/AAAAAAAADTc/PXFNoqWQnlE/s400/P5270941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667222901780194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVVTZknaI/AAAAAAAADTs/xhvrWj766p4/s1600/P5270947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASVVTZknaI/AAAAAAAADTs/xhvrWj766p4/s400/P5270947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477667240006688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN_CEKPzI/AAAAAAAADTM/_JefpkQFgfw/s1600/P5270934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN_CEKPzI/AAAAAAAADTM/_JefpkQFgfw/s400/P5270934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477659160814960434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN-v8DrYI/AAAAAAAADTE/gH5Al74pQuc/s1600/P5270928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN-v8DrYI/AAAAAAAADTE/gH5Al74pQuc/s400/P5270928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477659155949137282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That tiny one closest to the center? Mine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN-DD_LVI/AAAAAAAADS8/OcRX0YvjzgY/s1600/P5270923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN-DD_LVI/AAAAAAAADS8/OcRX0YvjzgY/s400/P5270923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477659143902801234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN9kx5D-I/AAAAAAAADS0/Ch456BBRgwE/s1600/P5270922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASN9kx5D-I/AAAAAAAADS0/Ch456BBRgwE/s400/P5270922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477659135773839330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until Jeron showed us how he likes to pretend to be a terrorist when he plays airsoft. (I'm not joking.) He showed us how to tie a head wrap and then demonstrated how he "plays terrorist". Then we went home. No one was willing to stay after that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZvzp70KI/AAAAAAAADUE/zqIuYsE5cvQ/s1600/P5270953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZvzp70KI/AAAAAAAADUE/zqIuYsE5cvQ/s400/P5270953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477672093388361890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZwYwmB4I/AAAAAAAADUM/EEU2b8nYko0/s1600/P5270954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZwYwmB4I/AAAAAAAADUM/EEU2b8nYko0/s400/P5270954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477672103348406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4667121014761566877?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4667121014761566877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/shot-through-heart-and-youre-to-blame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4667121014761566877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4667121014761566877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/shot-through-heart-and-youre-to-blame.html' title='Shot through the heart and you&apos;re to blame'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/TASZxREYb0I/AAAAAAAADUc/VwXbYeu3HJI/s72-c/P5270956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2871838020929905247</id><published>2010-06-01T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:33:02.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born in the arms of imaginary friends</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I get what I ask for. I lamented not having pictures of anything fun and now I've got about 11 picture laden posts lined up. Let's start with the best thing that has happened to me in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_91Us76rXI/AAAAAAAADM0/bX7EUX8Fq7s/s1600/P5220783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_91Us76rXI/AAAAAAAADM0/bX7EUX8Fq7s/s400/P5220783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476224670426115442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_91m-s2C2I/AAAAAAAADM8/oaSg78PGvD4/s1600/P5220784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_91m-s2C2I/AAAAAAAADM8/oaSg78PGvD4/s400/P5220784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476224984432380770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been needing a haircut for longer than I'm comfortable admitting and I'm practically in LOVE with the girl who cut it. She was hilarious and really talented. The best part? I got lessons on how to do my hair the right way. That sounds a little silly to say but it has made a huge difference. If you need a new hair person let me know and I'll hook you up.&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/512825259151893549-2871838020929905247?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2871838020929905247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/hair-beforeafter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2871838020929905247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2871838020929905247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/hair-beforeafter.html' title='I was born in the arms of imaginary friends'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_91Us76rXI/AAAAAAAADM0/bX7EUX8Fq7s/s72-c/P5220783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7540446515574966298</id><published>2010-05-28T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:56:56.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We can dress real neat from our hats to our feet</title><content type='html'>Have you ever eaten a cupcake from &lt;a href="http://www.mini-cupcakes.com/cupcakehome.html"&gt;Mini's Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; in Salt Lake? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Also located in Sugarhouse)&lt;/span&gt; They're baked from scratch using local ingredients, delicious and almost too beautiful to eat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_-CLGXsDhI/AAAAAAAADQE/kDuhSiqoe-4/s1600/P5200686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_-CLGXsDhI/AAAAAAAADQE/kDuhSiqoe-4/s400/P5200686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476238799105953298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "Breakfast at Tiffany's" cupcake. Mmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also helps that a gorgeous man works at their Salt Lake location. I think when I open my bakery someday I'll try to include a gorgeous man. Maybe even two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-7540446515574966298?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7540446515574966298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-can-dress-real-neat-from-our-hats-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7540446515574966298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7540446515574966298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-can-dress-real-neat-from-our-hats-to.html' title='We can dress real neat from our hats to our feet'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S_-CLGXsDhI/AAAAAAAADQE/kDuhSiqoe-4/s72-c/P5200686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2260397539882929518</id><published>2010-05-17T01:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:13:05.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In this maze you can lose your way</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts collected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday I went from a tea party straight to a roller derby. Can you have a more radical change than that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now want to be in a roller derby. I'm working on figuring out my derby name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm wearing sweatpants around you it's because I like you. So, to everyone who came over to my apartment Sunday night, I like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had my favorite pair of sweats since my junior year of high school. That's a long time ago. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The warmer weather has done a sneaky thing to my laundry basket. I think because the clothing required is less bulky I thought the laundry didn't need to be done yet. My underwear drawer would disagree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://ilikethesnowsoicandresswarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; is going to Fiji very soon. Sounds like a fancy vacation right? It's not. She's going for the purpose of doing lots of service. Check out her &lt;a href="http://wearehelpingfiji.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiji blog here&lt;/a&gt; and maybe toss a few bucks her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend Dustin is writing an educational blog on &lt;a href="http://howtomarryatool.blogspot.com/"&gt;How to Marry a Tool&lt;/a&gt;. He's verbose but also intelligent and hilarious. Check it out, I recommend starting at the beginning. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ML, here's something new for you to do at work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get back in the mode of taking pictures. We do fun things around here I just don't happen to take pictures of them lately. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2260397539882929518?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2260397539882929518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-maze-you-can-lose-your-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2260397539882929518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2260397539882929518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-maze-you-can-lose-your-way.html' title='In this maze you can lose your way'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7959166729796090615</id><published>2010-05-15T11:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:23:20.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a rocket</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted any work quotes. Last night offered several good ones that kept me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing an obstacle course:&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 (blindfolded): &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How close are we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We're about 85% of the way there so we've got about 25% left to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More obstacle coursing:&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Put your feet in front of where your legs are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching a documentary called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0437696/"&gt;30 Days&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Day 25. So, 7 days left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(On a different note 30 Days is a documentary by Morgan Spurlock who also made Super Size Me. In this one he and his fiance decide to see what its like to live making minimum wage and living under the poverty line. I thought it was very interesting and a good reminder of how blessed I've been in life and how some things could be changed to better help people rise out of poverty. It's worth a watch if you happen to find it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-7959166729796090615?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7959166729796090615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-got-rocket.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7959166729796090615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7959166729796090615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-got-rocket.html' title='I&apos;ve got a rocket'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5893191582421978540</id><published>2010-05-14T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:36:07.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still, I'm still an animal</title><content type='html'>I had my first bidet experience yesterday. I found it to be quite... refreshing. Also, the seat was heated and that was very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All other bathroom experiences now seem inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this bidet experience came a wonderful "that's what she said" moment from coworker/friend Ashley: I had to wiggle around, it wasn't hitting me in the right spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no photos. you're welcome.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5893191582421978540?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5893191582421978540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-im-still-animal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5893191582421978540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5893191582421978540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-im-still-animal.html' title='I&apos;m still, I&apos;m still an animal'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7170237491245532564</id><published>2010-04-19T10:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:01:25.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>I can't stop loving you</title><content type='html'>I strongly believe Mondays would be more bearable if they all included John Mayer tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On August 31st this is where I'll be: (Note the little star.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKS57H8kI/AAAAAAAADL0/hOkJbHa7K7U/s1600/JM3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKS57H8kI/AAAAAAAADL0/hOkJbHa7K7U/s400/JM3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461892505484653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a closer look of where we'll be sitting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKSaIyvgI/AAAAAAAADLs/BGLmcQE7SOM/s1600/JM2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKSaIyvgI/AAAAAAAADLs/BGLmcQE7SOM/s400/JM2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461892496952049154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a better idea of what will actually occur on the night of August 31st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKSHyBcLI/AAAAAAAADLk/TOABo2EP0OY/s1600/JM1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKSHyBcLI/AAAAAAAADLk/TOABo2EP0OY/s400/JM1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461892492024705202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll be making a paper chain. I'm excited.&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/512825259151893549-7170237491245532564?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7170237491245532564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-stop-loving-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7170237491245532564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7170237491245532564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-stop-loving-you.html' title='I can&apos;t stop loving you'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8yKS57H8kI/AAAAAAAADL0/hOkJbHa7K7U/s72-c/JM3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6248670716361019878</id><published>2010-04-16T15:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:15:00.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing standing in my way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8eCOdfxxqI/AAAAAAAADLE/yYbt6alu_dY/s1600/P3050383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8eCOdfxxqI/AAAAAAAADLE/yYbt6alu_dY/s400/P3050383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460476258157708962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I went snowmobiling for the first time. I have lots of pictures of (mostly) happy little girls that I can't show you. The trip was a success but my snowmobiling needs a little work. Out of 2 rides I got stuck 1.5 times. Unless you count when I cruised around the parking lot. That ride was flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned a group "ice skating" routine that has yet to be seen by the public. It's good to know I've got that available if I'm ever called on to suddenly perform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-6248670716361019878?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6248670716361019878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-standing-in-my-way.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6248670716361019878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6248670716361019878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-standing-in-my-way.html' title='Nothing standing in my way...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8eCOdfxxqI/AAAAAAAADLE/yYbt6alu_dY/s72-c/P3050383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4972166187216259023</id><published>2010-04-15T14:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:02:41.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a reason strong moves slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Festival of Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2008/04/holi-festival-of-colors.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt; we stayed far away from the mosh pit craziness.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-anybody-find-me.html"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt; we were in and out of the madness so fast the only pictures I got were in the car.&lt;br /&gt;2010 brought possibly the worst parking experience but the most fun I've ever had at the festival despite being kicked in the head by a crowd surfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7OVnzk0bQI/AAAAAAAADI8/HKxbvE7Ppcg/s1600/P3270410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7OVnzk0bQI/AAAAAAAADI8/HKxbvE7Ppcg/s400/P3270410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454868084767878402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7OVnARrHgI/AAAAAAAADI0/mDREwUqco58/s1600/P3270454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7OVnARrHgI/AAAAAAAADI0/mDREwUqco58/s400/P3270454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454868070997368322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Dan W, Zach, Mike, Josh, Becca, Leah, Chuck, Chala, Danny M, Brandon, Lisa, Christine and me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we had in between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's face changed colors about 8 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4HqzuOMI/AAAAAAAADKk/hgDIjze7My4/s1600/P3270432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4HqzuOMI/AAAAAAAADKk/hgDIjze7My4/s400/P3270432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460465146355660994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S70OkTw29VI/AAAAAAAADJ8/sk2h0pLAsPQ/s1600/P3270420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S70OkTw29VI/AAAAAAAADJ8/sk2h0pLAsPQ/s400/P3270420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457534340386190674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7Ofud2QImI/AAAAAAAADJc/ISlmHWe8-QM/s1600/P3270446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7Ofud2QImI/AAAAAAAADJc/ISlmHWe8-QM/s400/P3270446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454879194310779490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm just now realizing that these three were all my doing. Oops? :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah and I are pretty cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4Gjn3AiI/AAAAAAAADKU/6HVfpWjP-H8/s1600/P3270428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4Gjn3AiI/AAAAAAAADKU/6HVfpWjP-H8/s400/P3270428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460465127246987810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4HFNJ5VI/AAAAAAAADKc/n1nYHDCRzRM/s1600/P3270429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4HFNJ5VI/AAAAAAAADKc/n1nYHDCRzRM/s400/P3270429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460465136261784914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes we couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7OfukvzY2I/AAAAAAAADJk/QbeslbzqTII/s1600/P3270449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7OfukvzY2I/AAAAAAAADJk/QbeslbzqTII/s400/P3270449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454879196162777954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d-PHDbBFI/AAAAAAAADK0/hn-5LOoqNK4/s1600/P3270450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d-PHDbBFI/AAAAAAAADK0/hn-5LOoqNK4/s400/P3270450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460471871266554962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys protected us in the mosh pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4IZ0NDyI/AAAAAAAADKs/JLnBWnNGJPE/s1600/P3270451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d4IZ0NDyI/AAAAAAAADKs/JLnBWnNGJPE/s400/P3270451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460465158974148386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the throwing actually started we had to sit down for some reason but there wasn't really room so we made a giant spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S70Ok4fpoNI/AAAAAAAADKE/UkZ9SaYpyos/s1600/P3270426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S70Ok4fpoNI/AAAAAAAADKE/UkZ9SaYpyos/s400/P3270426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457534350246125778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d-zck9nRI/AAAAAAAADK8/2ksh43Z2n1E/s1600/P3270427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S8d-zck9nRI/AAAAAAAADK8/2ksh43Z2n1E/s400/P3270427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460472495519669522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuck was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S70Ojk0M5QI/AAAAAAAADJ0/a4bQOelB72M/s1600/P3270456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S70Ojk0M5QI/AAAAAAAADJ0/a4bQOelB72M/s400/P3270456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457534327783744770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roommates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S7Oft-delRI/AAAAAAAADJU/USPrtij0p08/s1600/P3270445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Blog reading friends, I've wanted to tell you the story of my April Fool's day but the task of typing it all up in some clever form seemed daunting. Today though Melissa needed a story so I told her the April Fool's story and figured I would just copy and paste it here for you to read as well. It is also important to note that later in the story I mention opening the shower door to talk to my roommate. I am not a creeper, please remember this. My apartment is unique in that my roommate and I share a shower that opens into each of our rooms. When &lt;a href="http://wwwheathernicole.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I lived together we would occasionally open the shower doors and chat while we did our own thing in our individual rooms. It's odd to have showers like this, I'm well aware, but this fact seemed essential to me not looking creepy. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Dearest Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I need some entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;tell me a funny story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;do you know about Scott pranking me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;only a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I do need the whole story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I don't know when I told you a little. I still want to kill him a little. Or a lot. Anyway..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Last Wed I worked 9a-12p and when I came home I was tired. And I needed to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So, as I enter my room bee-lining for the bathroom I note that the things in my windowsill are askew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;This concerns me but not as much as my desire to relieve myself does. So I use the toilet and wash my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Because I'm the kind of person who washes their hands even when no one is looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;(I just remembered when I told you about the prank...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;well done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;But, as I go to dry my hands on my beloved hand towel I find that it is SOPPING wet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;uh oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;With peeing out of the way I can start to really worry. I look closer at the window and find that not only is stuff moved around a little but there is what looks like a muddy foot print too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;To exhaust all other options I decide to ask my roommates if they opened the window for some reason. Perhaps there was a repair man for something that needed to use my window? Maybe something was leaking? Maybe they needed my towel for some reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I knock on Rachel's door because she is the most obviously awake. She says she doesn't know anything about the window. Right then Chala comes home and I ask her as well. She seems tired/pissed and a little evasive but not enough to send up a giant red flag. Just a tiny tiny red flag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Christine's TV had been on moments before and was now off but I figured she wasn't asleep yet so I knocked. She not only doesn't know what happened but is very concerned for me and comes in to help investigate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I'm kinda freaking out at this point. A. I'm super tired. B. Someone had to have broken into my apartment right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So I spend a great deal of time being freaked out but wondering why all valuables are still intact and nothing else seems to be touched. Then, and I still can't remember why, I open the shower doors to say something to Rachel through the shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;As I do I'm met by a trap of water balloons. Only one breaks outside the shower, a few break inside the shower and a few are unbroken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;oooooh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So Rachel starts laughing and admits that when she came home earlier in the day she found a tall man hiding in her room. When she asked him what he was doing there he said he was pulling an April Fool's prank on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Through some research (opening the ward directory) we determine that "tall man" is Scott. I'm immediately furious and cracking up a the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I take one of the smaller unbroken balloons and throw it at his bedroom window which of course does nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I had to have revenge and it had to happen that night. I decide I will tie Scott in his room so when he wakes up in the morning he can't get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;As I am preparing my rope and scissors and attitude of vengeance I hear Rachel and Christine talking and Christine telling Rachel that she really should tell me about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I calmly (this is a lie) demand to know what they are talking about and Rachel informs me that there is dye in the shower head. The thing about Wednesday night is that I didn't get off work until midnight and the next day I have a conference up in the mountains and I have to meet my carpool people at 6:50 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I take a moment and consider what would have happened had I showered early in the morning and been covered in dye. I believe it would have involved a complete emotional breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;These are the reasons I hate April Fool's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I would not have handled this well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I was pretty furious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;It was a little funny too but I was pretty angry. And I was so worked up that I wouldn't have been able to sleep right away then anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So I take my rope and scissors and force Christine to come with me to Scott's apartment (which I discovered was unlocked when I had gone to throw the balloon). Christine didn't want to come but I was worried someone would wake up and I thought it would be far less creepy to find two girls in the hallway rather than just one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Christine brings a large water balloon that didn't pop in my shower and we put it in their fridge so it will fall when they open it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I first tie the front two rooms together and cut the rope. Then as I try to tie the back two rooms together I find out my rope is maybe three inches too short. This makes me very happy since I had plenty of rope at home and could have had enough had I been a little smarter. But whatever. So I tie the back two rooms together only I have to be really careful because it's harder to tie the rope without the extra part on the end plus, Cook is awake and I have to be extra quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;daring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;as soon as i realized someone was awake I would have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;if I even made it that far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Well I'm so mad that I can't let it go. Something has to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So I take the smaller rope and tie Quintin's door to the pantry door. The only problem being that Quintin isn't home. I know he's at Molly's and I just hope he spends the whole night there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I'm so tired at this point. It's almost 2 am and I have to get up between 5:30 and 6. As I get home Quintin texts me and just says "Funny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I make it clear to him that my beef is with Scott and I ask for his help keeping Scott in his room to which he agrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;The next morning Scott calls me at 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;He tells me he knows I tied him in his room because I mentioned that I was considering doing the same to Quintin. I tell him I don't care if he knows it was me because I wasn't trying to keep a secret or prank him, I was only trying to get him back for what he had done to me. He lies and says he doesn't know what I'm talking about and OH! suddenly he's made it to class and has to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;He continues to lie to me throughout the day via text message. So ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I was at the conference for 14 hours on 2.5 hours of sleep and I was not having any of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So that's pretty much it. I called him out but not directly on Friday night by going to his apartment and telling Cook I had a story to tell him. I told him everything that had happened and Scott kept jumping in and making comments but I would shush him and keep going. He then tried to announce that we were now in a prank war and tried to lay out the ground rules for the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Which is totally not how that's supposed to happen. Fool. I told him, and I still believe, he doesn't know what he's getting himself into by messing with me. I'm a mastermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;So what's your next step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;I'm not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;He tried telling me that he gets to strike next since I struck last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Times;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="potherpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="potherpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;that's not how it works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="potherpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;he obviously does not know how this prank thing works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="potherpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="potherpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="pselfpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Also, let it be known that Chala was the one who let him in and he never actually came through the window. That was all planted to make it look like he had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="pselfpicpadding" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;His whole plan was for no one but Chala to know and he did the window to cover for that part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="pselfpicpadding0" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;He is clever but not so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="pselfpicpadding0" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="pselfpicpadding0" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-6596925200559465727?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6596925200559465727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-hold-your-love-over-my-head.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6596925200559465727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6596925200559465727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-hold-your-love-over-my-head.html' title='Don&apos;t hold your love over my head'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5513131582023311747</id><published>2010-03-20T00:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:44:47.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I work til I ache in my bones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight at work a girl did some "Reiki"* healing on my feet. She felt around, did some hovering and gave me my diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I need a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may not agree with her methods, the diagnosis cannot be denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Also, let it be known that I use quotations for Reiki because she really had no clue what she was doing. At all. She told me my solar plexus was in my foot. False.)&lt;/span&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/512825259151893549-5513131582023311747?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5513131582023311747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-work-til-i-ache-in-my-bones.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5513131582023311747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5513131582023311747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-work-til-i-ache-in-my-bones.html' title='I work til I ache in my bones...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2911193324645413360</id><published>2010-03-18T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:18:43.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born in the arms of imaginary friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the spirit of March Madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S6MWSxO5nrI/AAAAAAAADIs/JWE6nASz8C8/s1600-h/card2503-379x231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S6MWSxO5nrI/AAAAAAAADIs/JWE6nASz8C8/s400/card2503-379x231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450224485757722290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(via &lt;a href="http://thisisindexed.com/"&gt;Indexed&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that vampires didn't even make it to the final four.&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/512825259151893549-2911193324645413360?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2911193324645413360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-born-in-arms-of-imaginary-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2911193324645413360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2911193324645413360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-born-in-arms-of-imaginary-friends.html' title='I was born in the arms of imaginary friends'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S6MWSxO5nrI/AAAAAAAADIs/JWE6nASz8C8/s72-c/card2503-379x231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8113669147228980365</id><published>2010-03-15T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:07:11.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?</title><content type='html'>My friend Josh and I were talking last night, after my Pi Day party, about how we would like to be more social. Well, he was really expressing that he wanted to put more effort into being more social, I am maybe a little too social. Nah, that's not possible. Anyway, Josh suggested that this summer we create a "Fun Squad". A group of people who do something fun every week. We started brainstorming and coming up with things we could do and I grabbed a pen and paper to keep track. We quickly came up with more than enough things to do to fill the summer. Many things I can't imagine doing only once. Now I'm very anxiously awaiting warmer weather to get started on conquering the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh also laid out the rules for the Fun Squad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No whining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Here's what we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonfires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roller derby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demolition derbies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Various local city festivals including but not limited to Strawberry Days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Llama Fest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outdoor movies at the Scera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting the Storytelling Festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free concerts at the Gallivan Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazz Fest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tubing the river&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazer Tag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese wish lanterns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting "the bottomless pit"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire breathing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attending some sort of crazy convention. Trekies perhaps?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tulip festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plein air event at Thanksgiving Point&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rodeos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive in movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rafting trip to Idaho or Colorado. Or both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding horses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recreating a George Forman BBQ/Rockband/Mixed drink party we once had&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Do you have any other ideas for us?&lt;br /&gt;Want to join us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8113669147228980365?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8113669147228980365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime-when.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8113669147228980365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8113669147228980365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime-when.html' title='Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3741254966890155093</id><published>2010-03-01T22:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:55:33.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you in my knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hello March! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to see you. You see, February was not the best month ever. Not even close. So I'm looking forward to enjoying you, March. You already look very promising with a snowmobiling trip, the Festival of Colors, several birthdays, two weddings and the third annual Pi Night. Plus I need to use you to prepare my presentation for the conference. (Eek!) I'm also looking forward to your warmer temperatures and less bulky clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really couldn't have come at a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Good riddance, February!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/512825259151893549-3741254966890155093?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3741254966890155093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-you-in-my-knees.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3741254966890155093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3741254966890155093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-you-in-my-knees.html' title='I feel you in my knees'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8522493981780277133</id><published>2010-02-27T13:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:09:05.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't scrub that kitchen floor, you ain't gonna rock and roll no more</title><content type='html'>A cautionary tale (mostly to myself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I decided to (try to) do something nice. You see, my roommates are great people but aren't so great at doing the dishes and keeping things clean. I thought that perhaps if I cleaned the whole kitchen and we had a small roommate meeting that then, maybe, it would be like a fresh start. Perhaps people would feel more inclined to keep things clean if they started out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the dishes. That was fine.&lt;br /&gt;I emptied the trash. That was also fine.&lt;br /&gt;I put away stray appliances.&lt;br /&gt;I wiped down the toaster and other things that would remain on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;I wiped down the counters. All fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I notice that the side of the stove could use a little wipe down and I figure it probably hasn't been swept under in a while so I decide to pull it out. I also lift up the top of the stove to clean under the burners. (I didn't know that people didn't know you could do that...) NOT fine. Apparently no one has pulled the stove out in several years. There is mold from some sort of water damage, lots of cereal, a pizza pan and a whole lot of dust. Oh, and one of those sponge things you put in water that grows into a surprise shape, this one is a dinosaur. I nearly vomited. Under the top of the stove there is some sort of goo that would explain why the kitchen stinks anytime I try to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought it would be a good idea to pull out the refrigerator and clean under and behind it. There are about 37 boxes of cereal on top of our refrigerator plus a few bottles of soda left over from random parties. As I'm moving the refrigerator a bottle of Coke falls and is impaled on the grate on the back of the refrigerator. Immediately soda is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mopped up the soda from the floor, wall and refrigerator and I am now waiting for that to dry so I can do the actual mopping. I started this project almost two hours ago and the end is still a far way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this not to complain but to remind myself that next time I'm feeling the urge to be nice maybe I should turn and run in the opposite direction. Also, feel free to come over anytime. The kitchen will be very clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8522493981780277133?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8522493981780277133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dont-scrub-that-kitchen-floor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8522493981780277133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8522493981780277133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-dont-scrub-that-kitchen-floor.html' title='If you don&apos;t scrub that kitchen floor, you ain&apos;t gonna rock and roll no more'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6596693233694149604</id><published>2010-02-11T22:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:37:34.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock, you're not a clock</title><content type='html'>Not much explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToWnf1QoI/AAAAAAAADIY/253uWDYr6JM/s1600-h/P2110242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToWnf1QoI/AAAAAAAADIY/253uWDYr6JM/s400/P2110242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437226125400294018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 phone book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToIXMYUNI/AAAAAAAADIQ/IRqruIo7-bU/s1600-h/P2110243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToIXMYUNI/AAAAAAAADIQ/IRqruIo7-bU/s400/P2110243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437225880505569490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 phone books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToHhoVUhI/AAAAAAAADII/xx8Cfq9vFpc/s1600-h/P2110244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToHhoVUhI/AAAAAAAADII/xx8Cfq9vFpc/s400/P2110244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437225866127299090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 phone books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToGoNY03I/AAAAAAAADIA/JGlf2C1elfI/s1600-h/P2110246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToGoNY03I/AAAAAAAADIA/JGlf2C1elfI/s400/P2110246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437225850713461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToF-fG-sI/AAAAAAAADH4/DgpaeZUSDDo/s1600-h/P2110249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToF-fG-sI/AAAAAAAADH4/DgpaeZUSDDo/s400/P2110249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437225839513500354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToFaH48aI/AAAAAAAADHw/A8sARkZW87Q/s1600-h/P2110247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToFaH48aI/AAAAAAAADHw/A8sARkZW87Q/s400/P2110247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437225829752435106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/512825259151893549-6596693233694149604?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6596693233694149604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/tick-tock-youre-not-clock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6596693233694149604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6596693233694149604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/tick-tock-youre-not-clock.html' title='Tick tock, you&apos;re not a clock'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S3ToWnf1QoI/AAAAAAAADIY/253uWDYr6JM/s72-c/P2110242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3829310619589040584</id><published>2010-02-08T01:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:51:54.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe in the future you're gonna come back</title><content type='html'>Maybe I have a new fish and he's still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know what to name him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can't really talk about him publicly yet because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I got him at the same time I got 20 feeder fish which I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe put in a certain someone's bathtub and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he hasn't figured out it was me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am okay with not getting credit but most likely I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not so okay with that, which is why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm plotting a 2nd prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would welcome your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3829310619589040584?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4444356281700762610</id><published>2010-02-01T11:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:20:09.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/3958297028" id="fs_1" title="&amp;quot;typewriter key letter I&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="typewriter key letter I" title="typewriter key letter I" src="http://static.flickr.com/2612/3958297028_5d6f53dc52_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92686475@N00/3731041582" id="fs_2" title="D"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 40px; height: 50px;" alt="D" src="http://static.flickr.com/3078/3731041582_670e79f7ae_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/3972154414" id="fs_3" title="&amp;quot;letter a&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="letter a" title="letter a" src="http://static.flickr.com/2616/3972154414_b620bc5a31_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/4169433991" id="fs_4" title="letter H"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="letter H" src="http://static.flickr.com/2733/4169433991_2225d919c5_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/4028275509" id="fs_5" title="letter O"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="letter O" src="http://static.flickr.com/2704/4028275509_0871a62ea2_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Idaho this weekend and had a great time. There will be a more legit, wordy post with pictures soon but I wanted to throw together a list of things I don't want to forget so I wouldn't...forget them. It's okay if they make no sense to you, they make my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Druve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ring, ring, ring... banana phone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scary rabbits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This isn't fun."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding the bull&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Olives offend me."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I too like to experiment with shake flavors!" and the subsequent "I too____" statements.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lemon shake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gas station burritos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coconut M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The parade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost falling off the float and being called out via loudspeaker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wet suits and cowboy boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meaningful converstation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The communal yurt dressing room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kicking some serious ass at Mario Kart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming a "pro" wii bowler and the resulting shoulder ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Myth Busters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plenty of rafting stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Is that baaaaaad?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kind people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teva and Hurley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderman and Wolverine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "bad guy". Also, being woken up by "the bad guy is sleeping!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stoner tacos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garth and Jonas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You don't get on Spiderman!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Legit. Absolutely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Do you give back rubs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/56/54AC10E72B5ECE0A8A97CE04ACD5FF7A.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4444356281700762610?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4444356281700762610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/blame-it-all-on-my-roots-i-showed-up-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4444356281700762610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4444356281700762610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/blame-it-all-on-my-roots-i-showed-up-in.html' title='Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8709724022908139931</id><published>2010-01-25T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:06:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween. Part 3 of 3</title><content type='html'>This post is very overdue, like many things in my life. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back at old posts and realized I never posted the third Halloween installment which is, in my opinion, the pièce de résistance. My roommates and I threw a pretty awesome party. The many hours of planning and preparing were totally worth it. The following is a small sample of many pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milk and taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHL0tp7oI/AAAAAAAADGI/qRaNMYXv2bQ/s1600-h/DSC_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHL0tp7oI/AAAAAAAADGI/qRaNMYXv2bQ/s400/DSC_1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430082412923711106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder woman and a two faced something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHLGhLLCI/AAAAAAAADF4/mwvZKnRDbwc/s1600-h/DSC_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHLGhLLCI/AAAAAAAADF4/mwvZKnRDbwc/s400/DSC_1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430082400523332642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a greek pita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHLbLEHSI/AAAAAAAADGA/w3mVP6vMpVM/s1600-h/DSC_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHLbLEHSI/AAAAAAAADGA/w3mVP6vMpVM/s400/DSC_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430082406067739938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHKnwiucI/AAAAAAAADFw/R9DBuFsGYj0/s1600-h/DSC_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHKnwiucI/AAAAAAAADFw/R9DBuFsGYj0/s400/DSC_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430082392266291650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9D13ZtbI/AAAAAAAADFo/aWJmGxxmlhA/s1600-h/DSC_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9D13ZtbI/AAAAAAAADFo/aWJmGxxmlhA/s400/DSC_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071280677795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otter pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9DUnv-MI/AAAAAAAADFg/91OsqB9zTk4/s1600-h/DSC_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9DUnv-MI/AAAAAAAADFg/91OsqB9zTk4/s400/DSC_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071271753775298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9DGtWo6I/AAAAAAAADFY/g3ubDz5JRI8/s1600-h/DSC_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9DGtWo6I/AAAAAAAADFY/g3ubDz5JRI8/s400/DSC_1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071268019184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9Csg7mjI/AAAAAAAADFQ/75yikunieJw/s1600-h/DSC_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9Csg7mjI/AAAAAAAADFQ/75yikunieJw/s400/DSC_1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071260987759154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9CKpZq6I/AAAAAAAADFI/o6XG6x-f3xQ/s1600-h/DSC_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1t9CKpZq6I/AAAAAAAADFI/o6XG6x-f3xQ/s400/DSC_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071251896478626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta11TbEOI/AAAAAAAADFA/6KtCPXDmtak/s1600-h/DSC_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta11TbEOI/AAAAAAAADFA/6KtCPXDmtak/s400/DSC_1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033656613376226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta1fC7sHI/AAAAAAAADE4/AS1jV2rXKps/s1600-h/DSC_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta1fC7sHI/AAAAAAAADE4/AS1jV2rXKps/s400/DSC_1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033650638631026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Saigon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta1B73jnI/AAAAAAAADEw/M5MQdlyRZr8/s1600-h/DSC_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta1B73jnI/AAAAAAAADEw/M5MQdlyRZr8/s400/DSC_1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033642824371826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flapper and mobster. A Flobster if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta0qC7RoI/AAAAAAAADEo/JfLzMNpbRbs/s1600-h/DSC_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta0qC7RoI/AAAAAAAADEo/JfLzMNpbRbs/s400/DSC_1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033636411524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complete breakfast. There may have been a stare down between the two milks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta0QZPksI/AAAAAAAADEg/zBnwsVvSHws/s1600-h/DSC_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ta0QZPksI/AAAAAAAADEg/zBnwsVvSHws/s400/DSC_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033629525807810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite costume of the night. I was hoping someone would be Tobias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S134GAvZRfI/AAAAAAAADGQ/S3BRfpm0Jx8/s1600-h/DSC_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S134GAvZRfI/AAAAAAAADGQ/S3BRfpm0Jx8/s400/DSC_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430769507840378354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQVrN-o1I/AAAAAAAADEY/77WXoZv_-Ss/s1600-h/DSC_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQVrN-o1I/AAAAAAAADEY/77WXoZv_-Ss/s400/DSC_1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430022109034095442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQVJYG5UI/AAAAAAAADEQ/vmMXYsymInk/s1600-h/DSC_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQVJYG5UI/AAAAAAAADEQ/vmMXYsymInk/s400/DSC_1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430022099949774146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from all walks of life are regaled with the tales of a pineapple farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQUqipyKI/AAAAAAAADEI/MVQKcSq-Nm4/s1600-h/DSC_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQUqipyKI/AAAAAAAADEI/MVQKcSq-Nm4/s400/DSC_1169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430022091672504482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQUBvmBuI/AAAAAAAADEA/xTkqjeuI1fQ/s1600-h/DSC_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQUBvmBuI/AAAAAAAADEA/xTkqjeuI1fQ/s400/DSC_1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430022080720930530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said "let's take a picture of the two Greeks!" B was sad since he was supposed to be Dobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQTq3hdbI/AAAAAAAADD4/_xNnFVINB-c/s1600-h/DSC_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tQTq3hdbI/AAAAAAAADD4/_xNnFVINB-c/s400/DSC_1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430022074580170162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJ0JThOPI/AAAAAAAADDw/_ZX_LaE3Cm8/s1600-h/DSC_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJ0JThOPI/AAAAAAAADDw/_ZX_LaE3Cm8/s400/DSC_1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430014935925078258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie. Miss Fortune. Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJz9Yu31I/AAAAAAAADDo/OHh4dHCLb-Q/s1600-h/DSC_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJz9Yu31I/AAAAAAAADDo/OHh4dHCLb-Q/s400/DSC_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430014932725718866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJzbHz9kI/AAAAAAAADDg/nt9UY4AK57E/s1600-h/DSC_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJzbHz9kI/AAAAAAAADDg/nt9UY4AK57E/s400/DSC_1207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430014923527943746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJy7ut_vI/AAAAAAAADDY/vPw2N6etcEs/s1600-h/DSC_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJy7ut_vI/AAAAAAAADDY/vPw2N6etcEs/s400/DSC_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430014915101196018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJymET_uI/AAAAAAAADDQ/uzTr4KZ4IkM/s1600-h/DSC_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tJymET_uI/AAAAAAAADDQ/uzTr4KZ4IkM/s400/DSC_1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430014909286186722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHp3RIKLI/AAAAAAAADDI/uoOqRny2VXg/s1600-h/DSC_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHp3RIKLI/AAAAAAAADDI/uoOqRny2VXg/s400/DSC_1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012560261261490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHpe-SNyI/AAAAAAAADDA/leYPiJZsDk4/s1600-h/DSC_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHpe-SNyI/AAAAAAAADDA/leYPiJZsDk4/s400/DSC_1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012553739777826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHpEmwxEI/AAAAAAAADC4/twkWD4UwQi0/s1600-h/DSC_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHpEmwxEI/AAAAAAAADC4/twkWD4UwQi0/s400/DSC_1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012546661794882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time traveling Amelia Earhart and a redbox. The redbox was the most entertaining costume of the night. She could quote multiple scenes from all of the movies on her box. I think we tried them all.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHooXswyI/AAAAAAAADCw/OJnu26CoBBY/s1600-h/DSC_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHooXswyI/AAAAAAAADCw/OJnu26CoBBY/s400/DSC_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012539082425122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHoAtA6WI/AAAAAAAADCo/vLthUejqRdc/s1600-h/DSC_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1tHoAtA6WI/AAAAAAAADCo/vLthUejqRdc/s400/DSC_1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012528434407778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/56/54AC10E72B5ECE0A8A97CE04ACD5FF7A.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8709724022908139931?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8709724022908139931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/halloween-part-3-of-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8709724022908139931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8709724022908139931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/halloween-part-3-of-3.html' title='Halloween. Part 3 of 3'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1uHL0tp7oI/AAAAAAAADGI/qRaNMYXv2bQ/s72-c/DSC_1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5151282501121167508</id><published>2010-01-18T10:33:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:50:50.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've gotta live to party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, it turns out I'm 25 now! I had a wonderful birthday weekend that included baking cupcakes, birthday lunch, some shopping, birthday dinner and a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only picture I got of dinner at Bangkok Grill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjecW5JcI/AAAAAAAADCg/pyDxWTfPCTY/s1600-h/P1160045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjecW5JcI/AAAAAAAADCg/pyDxWTfPCTY/s400/P1160045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143194291905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjeE9YSOI/AAAAAAAADCY/8LKJsswaemQ/s1600-h/P1160055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjeE9YSOI/AAAAAAAADCY/8LKJsswaemQ/s400/P1160055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143188010879202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjdqWk4FI/AAAAAAAADCQ/Dr_Jb9qXcYE/s1600-h/P1160058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjdqWk4FI/AAAAAAAADCQ/Dr_Jb9qXcYE/s400/P1160058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143180868804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SiqT9MNwI/AAAAAAAADCA/jdIkmic9T_A/s1600-h/P1160094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SiqT9MNwI/AAAAAAAADCA/jdIkmic9T_A/s400/P1160094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142298683422466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1Sip1NsHjI/AAAAAAAADB4/FonYXp5luAs/s1600-h/P1160075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1Sip1NsHjI/AAAAAAAADB4/FonYXp5luAs/s400/P1160075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142290431122994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year (which I got all the pictures ready for but apparently never blogged) I had people paint me a watercolor. When they were all done I took them and got them bound into a pretty sweet book. This year i decided to do almost the same thing but I told people the pictures needed to be either a self portrait or a memory that we shared. I also threw in markers, crayons, and colored pencils in addition to the watercolor since apparently some people have paint related anxiety. I loved the book from last year but this one is going to be so much better, there are some pretty funny memories depicted in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SipryekiI/AAAAAAAADBw/qT0UeBxYhYg/s1600-h/P1160064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SipryekiI/AAAAAAAADBw/qT0UeBxYhYg/s400/P1160064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142287901069858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1Sdndyf7HI/AAAAAAAADA4/pYGWsa7atT8/s1600-h/P1160056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1Sdndyf7HI/AAAAAAAADA4/pYGWsa7atT8/s400/P1160056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428136752225184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShNkzNSjI/AAAAAAAADBg/1bS-DRBaEzk/s1600-h/P1160066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShNkzNSjI/AAAAAAAADBg/1bS-DRBaEzk/s400/P1160066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140705477118514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScFIKxI5I/AAAAAAAADAI/wKqDMjVzM1I/s1600-h/P1170102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScFIKxI5I/AAAAAAAADAI/wKqDMjVzM1I/s400/P1170102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428135062794216338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScDpU6G9I/AAAAAAAAC_w/MM57EdGS7Ak/s1600-h/P1170123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScDpU6G9I/AAAAAAAAC_w/MM57EdGS7Ak/s400/P1170123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428135037335378898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdmvirUXI/AAAAAAAADAw/egbdq1xiwKQ/s1600-h/P1160061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdmvirUXI/AAAAAAAADAw/egbdq1xiwKQ/s400/P1160061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428136739810791794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScE8ghIvI/AAAAAAAADAA/rgE-8HkMWyg/s1600-h/P1170110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScE8ghIvI/AAAAAAAADAA/rgE-8HkMWyg/s400/P1170110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428135059664216818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdlK05twI/AAAAAAAADAY/jUYbMtUTf2k/s1600-h/P1160100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdlK05twI/AAAAAAAADAY/jUYbMtUTf2k/s400/P1160100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428136712775251714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is only part of the future book:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScFheOg_I/AAAAAAAADAQ/YgDCwLZyLcE/s1600-h/P1160077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScFheOg_I/AAAAAAAADAQ/YgDCwLZyLcE/s400/P1160077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428135069586719730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScEJ59MfI/AAAAAAAAC_4/7AeVyU5Ar_k/s1600-h/P1170117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ScEJ59MfI/AAAAAAAAC_4/7AeVyU5Ar_k/s400/P1170117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428135046080705010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SipO4IEKI/AAAAAAAADBo/KL1W5fAYFlk/s1600-h/P1160050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SipO4IEKI/AAAAAAAADBo/KL1W5fAYFlk/s400/P1160050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142280140132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael hit his head on the lamp many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShNPeIJHI/AAAAAAAADBY/AhSSA3JmVWU/s1600-h/P1160072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShNPeIJHI/AAAAAAAADBY/AhSSA3JmVWU/s400/P1160072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140699751556210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShMmPp4qI/AAAAAAAADBQ/4HIE2mDulWU/s1600-h/P1160068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShMmPp4qI/AAAAAAAADBQ/4HIE2mDulWU/s400/P1160068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140688684999330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShMVVgnAI/AAAAAAAADBI/jl-6H9SLQoo/s1600-h/P1160063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShMVVgnAI/AAAAAAAADBI/jl-6H9SLQoo/s400/P1160063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140684146154498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got some very good looking coworkers. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShLy9lQGI/AAAAAAAADBA/_ZotkpUw-WE/s1600-h/P1160046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1ShLy9lQGI/AAAAAAAADBA/_ZotkpUw-WE/s400/P1160046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428140674918989922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made the cupcakes for the party and they were delicious! My mom thought I was crazy for baking my own cupcakes but I loved having the excuse to try out some new recipies. I should have taken a picture before they were so close to gone. From l to r we had spice cake with caramel frosting, chocolate with peanut butter frosting and pineapple coconut with pineapple frosting. The only issue I had was the appearance of the pineapple frosting. I would like to try that one again and see what I can do to doctor it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdlyRGHHI/AAAAAAAADAo/iB4GltdqpCg/s1600-h/P1160065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdlyRGHHI/AAAAAAAADAo/iB4GltdqpCg/s400/P1160065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428136723362487410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdlpHcIDI/AAAAAAAADAg/kB8RvCxHJKY/s1600-h/P1170119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SdlpHcIDI/AAAAAAAADAg/kB8RvCxHJKY/s400/P1170119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428136720906068018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really was a wonderful day, I've got some pretty wonderful friends. Thank you if you came (in person or in spirit) and participated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5151282501121167508?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5151282501121167508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-gotta-live-to-party.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5151282501121167508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5151282501121167508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-gotta-live-to-party.html' title='You&apos;ve gotta live to party!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S1SjecW5JcI/AAAAAAAADCg/pyDxWTfPCTY/s72-c/P1160045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2401979085180987766</id><published>2010-01-13T01:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:11:39.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The party doesn't have to end, we can dance here</title><content type='html'>Today I needed this quote. Perhaps it will spark something in you too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double Dahlias in his garden. He will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the cupboard in his bedroom. He will have become aware that he is happy in the course of living twenty-four crowded hours of the day. - W. Beran Wolfe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(found via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://elvisenthusiastsunite.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html"&gt;Dainon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2401979085180987766?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2401979085180987766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/party-doesnt-have-to-end-we-can-dance_13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2401979085180987766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2401979085180987766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/party-doesnt-have-to-end-we-can-dance_13.html' title='The party doesn&apos;t have to end, we can dance here'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4232234716685059388</id><published>2010-01-12T01:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:44:41.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once bitten and twice shy</title><content type='html'>I was messing around on Facebook today &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shocker!)&lt;/span&gt; and found this list that was going around last year and I participated in. I was pretty impressed &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(depressed on a few)&lt;/span&gt; that everything was basically the same so I figured I might as well share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Random Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think that cheese is directly imported from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;2. I recently convinced some of the girls I work with that I am Jewish. That was fine and funny until one of them said, “I respect you so much more now.”&lt;br /&gt;3. I punctuate my text messages. Even if it just says “yes” I usually add a period.&lt;br /&gt;4. I’m not the kind of girl that has her wedding all planned out. I just know it will be me + my best friend + a white dress at the temple. The rest doesn’t matter so much.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love drinking soda. Dr. Pepper first, Coke second, but I really love any sort of drink that is not water. Why drink water when there are so many other things you could be drinking? This is also why I know I cannot drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My favorite person is probably my little sister. She’s amazing. Sometimes I call her just to absorb some of her awesomeness but most of the time she wants to get off the phone and do eleven-year old things.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mark my words: I will own my own bakery one day! People keep saying to do it now but I really think that it would be the perfect thing to work on once all of my kids are in school. However, since I do not have any children yet, and it’s not looking like I’ll be working on having children anytime soon, the bakery timeline may change.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love people. I think people are inherently good and that every person has something unique to contribute to life. It’s no surprise to me that I’ve chosen a career that will allow me to focus my time and energy on people.&lt;br /&gt;9. My current job is extremely stressful but I can’t imagine doing anything else right now. I love my job. A large part of that love is my awesome coworkers. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;10. I moved to Utah essentially by myself. I knew no one in my dorm. I’m so very grateful for the friends I made, especially 4 wonderful girls that became and remain some of my very best friends. Even though we’re spread out I love knowing that I can call them anytime and I’m looking forward to the first of many girls weekends this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When playing Rock Band/Guitar Hero there are a few songs that I just can’t stand to hear butchered.&lt;br /&gt;12. I own a keyboard, a guitar and a ukulele (soon to be 2!). I could start my own band but I wouldn’t be able to actually play in the band.&lt;br /&gt;13. I’m an only child, a middle child and the oldest child. It’s confusing.&lt;br /&gt;14. I went to 17+ actual concerts in 2008. I love live music.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love music in general. Lately I’ve mostly been into singer/songwriter music. John Mayer is my all time favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Someone offered to burn me a John Mayer CD the other day and I had to laugh because I own more John than any person I’ve ever met. I even have his high school band.&lt;br /&gt;17. I secretly want to be Polynesian. I love the culture, the dancing and the food.&lt;br /&gt;18. New Zealand is the number one destination on my extensive list of places I would like to travel.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love football and sometimes basketball.&lt;br /&gt;20. I don’t think I could marry someone who didn’t at least like football but then again getting married is not really an issue currently in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love driving. Just last night I was in a funk so I put on some John Mayer and drove around.&lt;br /&gt;22. As a very young child I told people that Johnny Carson was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;23. I have no idea what my life would be like without the gospel and I don’t really care to find out.&lt;br /&gt;24. I miss summer. Summer = bonfires, demolition derbies, car shows, sandals, BBQ, boating, outdoor movies/concerts, snow cones and road trips.&lt;br /&gt;25. I’m on a quest to make the perfect sweet potato fries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-4232234716685059388?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4232234716685059388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-bitten-and-twice-shy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4232234716685059388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4232234716685059388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-bitten-and-twice-shy.html' title='Once bitten and twice shy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8258510363888973504</id><published>2010-01-11T02:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:27:04.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody belongs to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love my mom&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;We were talking about boys (men?) when this happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it is helpful if you know that marathons are all 26.2 miles. there's no "little" or "big" marathons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Is he athletic? Have him help you train for the marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jodi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Mom, it's a 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Well, just tell him it's a little marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also love Corinne who asked me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Corinne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Do you have a spata? Sparat? A tool thing for your car that's like a wrench but not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (much laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jodi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I have no idea what you're talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8258510363888973504?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8258510363888973504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/nobody-belongs-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8258510363888973504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8258510363888973504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/nobody-belongs-to-me.html' title='Nobody belongs to me'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1933798330800623013</id><published>2010-01-05T23:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:31:51.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't belong to anybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv2EoVnFI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/CltcVNbh3C4/s1600-h/PC310048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv2EoVnFI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/CltcVNbh3C4/s400/PC310048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512457263291474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How was your Christmas vacation? I spent a lot of mine being very domestic or receiving domestic gifts. I made a double batch of cupcakes and used extra batter to test out my "tasty-fill" mini caked pans. White cake with homemade lemon curd filling and blackberry butter cream frosting. They didn't last long; the cupcakes were eaten and the mini cakes fell into a pile of crumbs. (Note to "tasty-fill" pan users: take the cake out of the pans asap or they'll be too moist to stand up.) I also made marshmallows and creeped my family out at the same time. They were shocked that marshmallows could be made at home. I was shocked they came out tender with all the whipping and the cooking to high temperatures. I used almond extract instead of vanilla and I thought they turned out better than any store bought marshmallows I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also spent a lot of time working on my applique. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And turning 80&lt;/span&gt;. When we were in Hawaii my mom bought me an applique pattern of my favorite fish from our snorkeling adventure. I then coerced her into directing me while I made it. I ended up liking it so much that I used the extra fabric to make two more. One for my mom and one for my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Q4s3smSJI/AAAAAAAAC-o/VSOPb_y9zhQ/s1600-h/mosaicc48be8b1d6829ab92e6c7181fbd0c14656bad7e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Q4s3smSJI/AAAAAAAAC-o/VSOPb_y9zhQ/s400/mosaicc48be8b1d6829ab92e6c7181fbd0c14656bad7e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423522194777327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is just to prove that I really made this piece by piece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv22btsAI/AAAAAAAAC-g/0hYbURY1GVo/s1600-h/PC300044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv22btsAI/AAAAAAAAC-g/0hYbURY1GVo/s400/PC300044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512470632116226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine. WARNING: If you come to my apartment I will make you look at it. Please be nice to my fledgling applique-ist feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv2rOzBeI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/xwuhEYyxQC4/s1600-h/PC300045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv2rOzBeI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/xwuhEYyxQC4/s400/PC300045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512467625149922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Version two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone want to come make marshmallows with me? I want to try different flavors and try using the marshmallows to make s'mores and other sundry treats.&lt;br /&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/512825259151893549-1933798330800623013?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1933798330800623013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-belong-to-anybody.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1933798330800623013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1933798330800623013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-belong-to-anybody.html' title='I don&apos;t belong to anybody'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0Qv2EoVnFI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/CltcVNbh3C4/s72-c/PC310048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3620424961676755323</id><published>2010-01-04T02:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:11:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You get what you need</title><content type='html'>People are you watching Glee? If you're not, you really should be. I often hesitate to send out a full endorsement of any show or movie because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; tastes vary. Does that add some validity to me telling you that you should really be watching Glee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you watch Glee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/glee"&gt;right here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fox Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;On my television. Meaning I bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Glee-Vol-One-Road-Sectionals/dp/B002AMVEF6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1262596064&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Season 1 Volume 1&lt;/a&gt; on sale at Target and I'm not sure I'm willing to let it leave my sight for the moment but I would be happy to watch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should you watch Glee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witty dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;Quotable dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;These men:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0GwiCwiisI/AAAAAAAAC-I/SGYehVSjKN8/s1600-h/sexiest-thumb-420x560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0GwiCwiisI/AAAAAAAAC-I/SGYehVSjKN8/s400/sexiest-thumb-420x560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422809525233289922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3620424961676755323?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3620424961676755323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-get-what-you-need.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3620424961676755323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3620424961676755323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-get-what-you-need.html' title='You get what you need'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/S0GwiCwiisI/AAAAAAAAC-I/SGYehVSjKN8/s72-c/sexiest-thumb-420x560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6286916890280726734</id><published>2009-12-30T09:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:52:07.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big wheel keep on turning</title><content type='html'>Proof that my step-dad is somewhat unaware of reality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"It seems like this Twilight stuff is starting to become popular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Also there is this that I would like to share with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SzuTHXn-WVI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Rf034RcEXjc/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SzuTHXn-WVI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Rf034RcEXjc/s400/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421088331280570706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(You might need to click on it to make it bigger.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/512825259151893549-6286916890280726734?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6286916890280726734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-wheel-keep-on-turning.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6286916890280726734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6286916890280726734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-wheel-keep-on-turning.html' title='Big wheel keep on turning'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SzuTHXn-WVI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Rf034RcEXjc/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8522597393350697518</id><published>2009-12-24T22:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:34:19.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad Tidings of Great Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SzROq9Bxn_I/AAAAAAAAC94/6aKoW6WODGU/s1600-h/BeholdTheLambOfGodLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SzROq9Bxn_I/AAAAAAAAC94/6aKoW6WODGU/s400/BeholdTheLambOfGodLG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419042751477030898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behold the Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt; by Walter Rane (stolen from &lt;a href="http://basicallyimonmywaytoaustralia.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html"&gt;Reyna&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the Christmas season we contemplate anew who He is and what generosity He extended to us by coming into the world to be our Savior. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2653808235041626003&amp;amp;postID=5704169689088948483" name="26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the Son of God, born to Mary, He had the power to resist all temptation to sin. He lived a perfect life so that He could be the infinite sacrifice&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; that we might be forgiven and go home clean. He gave us that gift at a price we cannot fathom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;I testify that because of Him, you may have an assurance that you can go home not only at Christmastime but also to live forever with a family whom you love and who love each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henry B. Eyering &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(found &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=4f1b26a816c25210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8522597393350697518?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8522597393350697518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/glad-tidings-of-great-joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8522597393350697518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8522597393350697518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/glad-tidings-of-great-joy.html' title='Glad Tidings of Great Joy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SzROq9Bxn_I/AAAAAAAAC94/6aKoW6WODGU/s72-c/BeholdTheLambOfGodLG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1738477618740299754</id><published>2009-12-12T02:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:47:56.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, whatcha say?</title><content type='html'>Quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;: If you kick me again with that boot I'm going to confiscate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: You can confiscate my shoe but you can never confiscate my soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1738477618740299754?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1738477618740299754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-whatcha-say.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1738477618740299754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1738477618740299754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-whatcha-say.html' title='Oh, whatcha say?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8802063138351170529</id><published>2009-12-05T19:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:55:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love was changing the mind of pretenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sxsb5GT-joI/AAAAAAAAC8g/qhVNubQvlrI/s1600-h/20091117_whereshouldieat_560x1051.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sxsb5GT-joI/AAAAAAAAC8g/qhVNubQvlrI/s400/20091117_whereshouldieat_560x1051.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411950044976680578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, tonight it's either Arby's or Taco Bell depending on budgetary consideration. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, ten points if you know where the title comes from without cheating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8802063138351170529?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8802063138351170529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-was-changing-mind-of-pretenders.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8802063138351170529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8802063138351170529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-was-changing-mind-of-pretenders.html' title='Love was changing the mind of pretenders'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sxsb5GT-joI/AAAAAAAAC8g/qhVNubQvlrI/s72-c/20091117_whereshouldieat_560x1051.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2842916998005386013</id><published>2009-11-30T14:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:12:37.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally it has happened to me</title><content type='html'>The drive thru line looked long enough to make a grown man cry but it only took 12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SxRBGfrfMlI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/HuE59rY9FgA/s1600/PB300330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SxRBGfrfMlI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/HuE59rY9FgA/s400/PB300330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410020632217727570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SxRBG-3jytI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/VKQBfRJSEgE/s1600/PB300331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SxRBG-3jytI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/VKQBfRJSEgE/s400/PB300331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410020640589859538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory Grover, I will never be able to thank you enough for introducing me to the Neapolitan shake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2842916998005386013?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2842916998005386013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-it-has-happened-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2842916998005386013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2842916998005386013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-it-has-happened-to-me.html' title='Finally it has happened to me'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SxRBGfrfMlI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/HuE59rY9FgA/s72-c/PB300330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8225679915710000598</id><published>2009-11-24T02:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:22:03.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my confessions...</title><content type='html'>It's about time for some more work quotes wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a MEANIE!&lt;/span&gt; (complete with folded arms and lower lip pout) (oh, and co-workers, this wasn't the blond you might suspect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Do you have gray hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;You DO! Look right here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Thanks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this gem, which was my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After confiscating her shampoo/conditioner the second time in the same shift because they were left out...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Where is your body wash???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't have any body wash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, what do you use to wash your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't wash my body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8225679915710000598?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8225679915710000598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-are-my-confessions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8225679915710000598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8225679915710000598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-are-my-confessions.html' title='These are my confessions...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1743909040238266184</id><published>2009-11-17T19:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:49:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice comes thrashing wildly through</title><content type='html'>Today is dedicated to this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNr4zUJI/AAAAAAAAC8I/BxhXGmPYMQU/s1600/jm_live6-517x386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNr4zUJI/AAAAAAAAC8I/BxhXGmPYMQU/s400/jm_live6-517x386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269766010261650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNfwVUPI/AAAAAAAAC8A/GaRf7NMCiy0/s1600/jm_live3-517x386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNfwVUPI/AAAAAAAAC8A/GaRf7NMCiy0/s400/jm_live3-517x386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269762753515762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNEmvc6I/AAAAAAAAC74/5R8Dwyc81-M/s1600/jm_live4-517x386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNEmvc6I/AAAAAAAAC74/5R8Dwyc81-M/s400/jm_live4-517x386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269755465528226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgM6p9RyI/AAAAAAAAC7w/KNi4ou1tao4/s1600/jm_live2-517x386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgM6p9RyI/AAAAAAAAC7w/KNi4ou1tao4/s400/jm_live2-517x386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269752794662690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgMvOP1GI/AAAAAAAAC7o/64niWwy-5pU/s1600/mayer-34-517x386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgMvOP1GI/AAAAAAAAC7o/64niWwy-5pU/s400/mayer-34-517x386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269749725647970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not obsessed, just dedicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1743909040238266184?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1743909040238266184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-voice-comes-thrashing-wildly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1743909040238266184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1743909040238266184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-voice-comes-thrashing-wildly.html' title='Your voice comes thrashing wildly through'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SwNgNr4zUJI/AAAAAAAAC8I/BxhXGmPYMQU/s72-c/jm_live6-517x386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2791362586712246000</id><published>2009-11-10T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:45:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then again I don't remember you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever wonder what was under the wig of the Whigs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIl_kfZ9I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/utvRfA3y7Ng/s1600-h/1-dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIl_kfZ9I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/utvRfA3y7Ng/s400/1-dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966139518248914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIsJTo91I/AAAAAAAAC5g/g5ozAHNi1JE/s1600-h/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIsJTo91I/AAAAAAAAC5g/g5ozAHNi1JE/s400/two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966245211141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIlQ8w0PI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/zPVfC4kg220/s1600-h/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIlQ8w0PI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/zPVfC4kg220/s400/five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966127003586802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCI4unRLdI/AAAAAAAAC5o/s4kXZ5v2Ttw/s1600-h/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCI4unRLdI/AAAAAAAAC5o/s4kXZ5v2Ttw/s400/ten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966461384011218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIlADvcwI/AAAAAAAAC5I/kCeERbm6iiU/s1600-h/twenty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIlADvcwI/AAAAAAAAC5I/kCeERbm6iiU/s400/twenty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966122469454594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIkxURXFI/AAAAAAAAC5A/asU8INLN-gQ/s1600-h/fifty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIkxURXFI/AAAAAAAAC5A/asU8INLN-gQ/s400/fifty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966118512254034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIkRKXdRI/AAAAAAAAC44/8XLMCX0ZidU/s1600-h/100-dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIkRKXdRI/AAAAAAAAC44/8XLMCX0ZidU/s400/100-dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966109880775954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://andrewgarlock.blogspot.com/2009/07/bald-eagle.html"&gt;g.lock&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2791362586712246000?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2791362586712246000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-again-i-dont-remember-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2791362586712246000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2791362586712246000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-again-i-dont-remember-you.html' title='Then again I don&apos;t remember you'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCIl_kfZ9I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/utvRfA3y7Ng/s72-c/1-dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3976386541390609051</id><published>2009-11-09T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:20:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 4, 3, 2, 1 It's the Final Countdown!</title><content type='html'>Do you watch &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/shows/series/singing_bee/series.jhtml"&gt;The Singing Bee&lt;/a&gt; on CMT? I do. Not because I in anyway like watching what is essentially bad karaoke but because I like listening to this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCDRP8S14I/AAAAAAAAC4w/5DGqNRSHlrc/s1600-h/8-x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCDRP8S14I/AAAAAAAAC4w/5DGqNRSHlrc/s400/8-x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960285577664386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.&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/512825259151893549-3976386541390609051?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3976386541390609051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-4-3-2-1-its-final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3976386541390609051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3976386541390609051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-4-3-2-1-its-final-countdown.html' title='5, 4, 3, 2, 1 It&apos;s the Final Countdown!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCDRP8S14I/AAAAAAAAC4w/5DGqNRSHlrc/s72-c/8-x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6314509871004304864</id><published>2009-11-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:07:00.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add it all up it's a deadly combination</title><content type='html'>Me, in collage form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvB58QCgReI/AAAAAAAAC4g/cNdYBhLt0JE/s1600-h/mosaicf87a4d6d67c5d9ef8b899e64fac9a698f2290b45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvB58QCgReI/AAAAAAAAC4g/cNdYBhLt0JE/s400/mosaicf87a4d6d67c5d9ef8b899e64fac9a698f2290b45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399950029221807586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is your first name? Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. What is your favorite food? sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. What school did you go to?  BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. What is your favorite color? purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush? John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Favorite drink? Dr Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Dream vacation? The Polynesian Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Favorite dessert?Creme Brulee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up? A recreational therapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. What do you love most in life? The gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. One word to describe you? curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Your nickname? Jodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to do your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: go to flickr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2: in another window open http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3: choose 4 columns, 3 rows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;4: answer the above questions in the search bar of flickr. pick your favorite one on the first page and paste the address into your mosaic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-6314509871004304864?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6314509871004304864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/add-it-all-up-its-deadly-combination.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6314509871004304864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6314509871004304864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/add-it-all-up-its-deadly-combination.html' title='Add it all up it&apos;s a deadly combination'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvB58QCgReI/AAAAAAAAC4g/cNdYBhLt0JE/s72-c/mosaicf87a4d6d67c5d9ef8b899e64fac9a698f2290b45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7442334155193269363</id><published>2009-11-07T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:05:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvB_SEBZZnI/AAAAAAAAC4o/ChlPK5GLAVA/s1600-h/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvB_SEBZZnI/AAAAAAAAC4o/ChlPK5GLAVA/s400/john.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399955901511198322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you &lt;a href="http://store.johnmayer.com/store/product/12/Battle-Studies"&gt;pre-ordered&lt;/a&gt; your copy yet? I'm not even joking when I say that anytime I think about it I get a little giddy feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-7442334155193269363?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7442334155193269363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7442334155193269363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7442334155193269363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-of-my-heart.html' title='Half of My Heart'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvB_SEBZZnI/AAAAAAAAC4o/ChlPK5GLAVA/s72-c/john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-4320233640327732163</id><published>2009-11-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:06:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised not broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This resonated with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"The wager with the highest stakes of all is with our hearts. Here is where we must accept risk, sometimes a lot of it, in order to win. In no other activity do we expect to be skilled from the outset. Everyone accepts the idea of a learning curve accompanied by sometimes-painful mistakes before we become adept. No one would expect to become good at skiing without falling down. And yet many people are surprised at the hurt that routinely accompanies our efforts to find someone worthy of our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; To take the risks necessary to achieve this goal is an act of courage. To refuse to take them, to protect our hearts against all loss, is an act of despair." — Gordon Livingston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(found via &lt;a href="http://elvisenthusiastsunite.blogspot.com/2009/10/clear-eyes-full-hearts-cant-lose.html"&gt;Dainon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/512825259151893549-4320233640327732163?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4320233640327732163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/bruised-not-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4320233640327732163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/4320233640327732163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/bruised-not-broken.html' title='Bruised not broken'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2513208609459373942</id><published>2009-11-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:00:04.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my life I wanted to see, The island called Hawaii</title><content type='html'>I'm headed to Hawaii for a week to see these two people get married. It is my first time in the land of Aloha and I'm excited to get one more week of wearing flip flops in before facing winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Su8Olqr02AI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/-hl36s36P5o/s1600-h/220x220_1251661465357-DSC02628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Su8Olqr02AI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/-hl36s36P5o/s400/220x220_1251661465357-DSC02628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399550518516570114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace.&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/512825259151893549-2513208609459373942?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2513208609459373942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-my-life-i-wanted-to-see-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2513208609459373942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2513208609459373942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-my-life-i-wanted-to-see-island.html' title='All my life I wanted to see, The island called Hawaii'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Su8Olqr02AI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/-hl36s36P5o/s72-c/220x220_1251661465357-DSC02628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5984873042571513043</id><published>2009-11-03T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:40:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween. Part 2 of 3</title><content type='html'>Work party! I wish you could see my girls, they were very good. Good meaning some were very cute, some were very funny and some were very...interesting. But you cannot see them. You can see my co-workers, some who tried very hard to have the best costumes. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWg7u1DdI/AAAAAAAAC6o/PoyKkQT64VQ/s1600-h/PA300512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWg7u1DdI/AAAAAAAAC6o/PoyKkQT64VQ/s400/PA300512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399981445751311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWisXKYQI/AAAAAAAAC7E/0y5KBA4Deus/s1600-h/PA300568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWisXKYQI/AAAAAAAAC7E/0y5KBA4Deus/s400/PA300568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399981475985252610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWhjMun8I/AAAAAAAAC64/Ymm74NUQRrE/s1600-h/PA300518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWhjMun8I/AAAAAAAAC64/Ymm74NUQRrE/s400/PA300518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399981456345702338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWhdwmq8I/AAAAAAAAC6w/m-1dPHul_pg/s1600-h/PA300538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWhdwmq8I/AAAAAAAAC6w/m-1dPHul_pg/s400/PA300538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399981454885563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWggT7OoI/AAAAAAAAC6g/-_mKrYuRV34/s1600-h/PA300515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWggT7OoI/AAAAAAAAC6g/-_mKrYuRV34/s400/PA300515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399981438390712962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could top our costumes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCXeYoGXTI/AAAAAAAAC7g/j5JSWofWddA/s1600-h/PA300561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCXeYoGXTI/AAAAAAAAC7g/j5JSWofWddA/s400/PA300561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399982501479734578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three awesome Oompa Loompas with one crazy Willy Wonka. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCXdx1DkeI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/L-CY7Uz-38I/s1600-h/PA300563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCXdx1DkeI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/L-CY7Uz-38I/s400/PA300563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399982491065094626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCXdgYZxtI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/56Ana9-3aLE/s1600-h/PA300570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCXdgYZxtI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/56Ana9-3aLE/s400/PA300570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399982486381512402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5984873042571513043?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5984873042571513043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-part-2-of-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5984873042571513043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5984873042571513043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-part-2-of-3.html' title='Halloween. Part 2 of 3'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCWg7u1DdI/AAAAAAAAC6o/PoyKkQT64VQ/s72-c/PA300512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2699287885799425832</id><published>2009-11-03T13:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:32:27.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween. Part 1 of 3</title><content type='html'>Since our kitchen walls were bare my roommates and I decided to take some creepy pictures to use for Halloween decor. Our friend Emily did all of our crazy hair and makeup and another friend took the pictures. We took many, many pictures and ended up with a few acceptable ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRksPrb9I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/bg3Hdem4QpY/s1600-h/DSC_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRksPrb9I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/bg3Hdem4QpY/s400/DSC_0702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399976012755464146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRkSk0LzI/AAAAAAAAC6I/OeJlsJDlPi4/s1600-h/DSC_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRkSk0LzI/AAAAAAAAC6I/OeJlsJDlPi4/s400/DSC_0648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399976005864795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRj3xYliI/AAAAAAAAC6A/Ihxo-kFuHEw/s1600-h/DSC_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRj3xYliI/AAAAAAAAC6A/Ihxo-kFuHEw/s400/DSC_0677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399975998669755938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRjTCMZsI/AAAAAAAAC54/YLSLhM7GHvM/s1600-h/DSC_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRjTCMZsI/AAAAAAAAC54/YLSLhM7GHvM/s400/DSC_0687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399975988808148674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also had some funny outtakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRjNJqZJI/AAAAAAAAC5w/TwfuFf1YiAk/s1600-h/DSC_0781.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRjNJqZJI/AAAAAAAAC5w/TwfuFf1YiAk/s400/DSC_0781.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399975987228861586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCTELYq9bI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/RS5qoJTgv64/s1600-h/DSC_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCTELYq9bI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/RS5qoJTgv64/s400/DSC_0663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399977653202253234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2699287885799425832?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2699287885799425832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-part-1-of-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2699287885799425832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2699287885799425832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-part-1-of-3.html' title='Halloween. Part 1 of 3'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvCRksPrb9I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/bg3Hdem4QpY/s72-c/DSC_0702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-431995357488056359</id><published>2009-11-02T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:52:08.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says I can't be free from all of the things I used to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/ces/0,7341,538-1-61-1781,00.html"&gt;CES Fireside&lt;/a&gt; made me think of this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvBtLZcpNZI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/iplVh5NMvIE/s1600-h/tumblr_kpbhsuasOs1qzr91ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvBtLZcpNZI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/iplVh5NMvIE/s400/tumblr_kpbhsuasOs1qzr91ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399935995794240914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://thingsgohazy.tumblr.com/"&gt;thingsgohazy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&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/512825259151893549-431995357488056359?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/431995357488056359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-says-i-cant-be-free-from-all-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/431995357488056359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/431995357488056359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-says-i-cant-be-free-from-all-of.html' title='Who says I can&apos;t be free from all of the things I used to be?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SvBtLZcpNZI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/iplVh5NMvIE/s72-c/tumblr_kpbhsuasOs1qzr91ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1535884727838159580</id><published>2009-11-01T22:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:02:05.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark</title><content type='html'>I know I promised some of you pictures. They are coming very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, after The Taco made a dramatic exit I used his costume to become a Greek pita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Su50l-UR0QI/AAAAAAAAC4A/v6c40AYplSY/s1600-h/DSC_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Su50l-UR0QI/AAAAAAAAC4A/v6c40AYplSY/s400/DSC_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399381198995837186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just thought you might want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1535884727838159580?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1535884727838159580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/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/512825259151893549/posts/default/1535884727838159580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1535884727838159580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/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>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Su50l-UR0QI/AAAAAAAAC4A/v6c40AYplSY/s72-c/DSC_1268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-8531333674545322892</id><published>2009-10-31T02:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T02:06:40.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this? What's this? It's glazed and very good...</title><content type='html'>A preview of Costume #1 (a hint that there is more than one):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Suvv0Alim7I/AAAAAAAAC34/-TNTQgQnPLk/s1600-h/PA300570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Suvv0Alim7I/AAAAAAAAC34/-TNTQgQnPLk/s400/PA300570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398672255123364786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-8531333674545322892?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8531333674545322892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-this-whats-this-its-glazed-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8531333674545322892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/8531333674545322892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-this-whats-this-its-glazed-and.html' title='What&apos;s this? What&apos;s this? It&apos;s glazed and very good...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Suvv0Alim7I/AAAAAAAAC34/-TNTQgQnPLk/s72-c/PA300570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5778226228779141884</id><published>2009-10-28T02:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:10:07.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely not a Nashville party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside my window&lt;/em&gt; is a temperature that is too cold. I am not quite ready for it to be this cold.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thinking&lt;/em&gt; I should probably be in bed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/em&gt; the keen sense of smell that saved me from drinking an expired beverage. Whew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/em&gt; well... I made some brownies on Sunday but other than that I haven't spent much time in the kitchen lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am wearing&lt;/em&gt; uhhh, let's just call them pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am creating&lt;/em&gt; costumes! Mine for my party and also pieces for our shift's work costumes.I predict awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going&lt;/em&gt; to crack the whip on my to do list tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am reading&lt;/em&gt; nothing at the moment. I just finished "Uglies", "Pretties" and "Specials" a series by Scott Westerfield. I felt a general sense of 'meh' as I read them so I won't likely be reading the 4th in the series. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hoping&lt;/em&gt; to throw a Halloween party to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am hearing&lt;/em&gt; some poor loser whine on Chopped on the Food Network and two of my roommates laughing. At least I'm not the only one awake.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Around the house&lt;/em&gt; projects, supplies and remains of party preparations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my favorite things&lt;/em&gt; is that this season provides many opportunities to enjoy pumpkin in soups, bread, cookies, cheesecakes, ice creams and other sundry autumnal dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week&lt;/em&gt; opening my media library to poor &lt;a href="http://basicallyimonmywaytoaustralia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reyna&lt;/a&gt; who is suffering from the dreaded H1N1, costume construction, apartment decoration, plenty of work and coaching time. No rest for the wicked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reyna, this probably wasn't the most helpful post for your quarantine. Sorry. I'll try again.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5778226228779141884?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5778226228779141884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/definitely-not-nashville-party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5778226228779141884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5778226228779141884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/definitely-not-nashville-party.html' title='Definitely not a Nashville party'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-2405000937975512935</id><published>2009-10-23T11:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:50:44.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect brightness of hope</title><content type='html'>Remember yesterday when I showed you this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SuHsxjD3GeI/AAAAAAAAC3w/y2eyF-trzWQ/s1600-h/Untitled+picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SuHsxjD3GeI/AAAAAAAAC3w/y2eyF-trzWQ/s400/Untitled+picture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395854164535744994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today Megan, the creator extraordinaire, is offering a giveaway of the print of your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.remarksfromsparks.com/2009/10/logophilic-giveaway.html"&gt;Check out her blog for details!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-2405000937975512935?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2405000937975512935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-brightness-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2405000937975512935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/2405000937975512935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-brightness-of-hope.html' title='A perfect brightness of hope'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SuHsxjD3GeI/AAAAAAAAC3w/y2eyF-trzWQ/s72-c/Untitled+picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1910558458195338160</id><published>2009-10-22T02:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:25:46.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on to that feeling...</title><content type='html'>Brain dump:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is my constant goal to teach the girls I work with my favorite Journey song: Don't Stop Believing. It was to my utter delight that the least likely (in my mind) of girls said "I know this song!" after hearing only a few notes. Every off key note that she sang at the top of her lungs was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. Once upon a time she and I made a "music video" of her singing some Hannah Montana song. If I could get a video of her singing Journey my life might be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 days until I leave for Hawaii. Maybe I should start looking for a new swimming suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a few months now my computer has refused to make sounds. As of yesterday my CD/DVD drive has also decided to refuse to work. If I had the money for it then a new computer would be in the mail already. I took my computer to a fix-it place. The man there told me I should have never bought an HP and good luck. Thanks dude, you're about 2 years too late for that warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw Ingrid Michaelson last weekend. She was amazing as expected but what was a pleasant surprise? Matthew Perryman Jones. I'm glad we got the CD. If only I could copy it for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Liz:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"Liz is one of the best staff to talk to."&lt;br /&gt;"FALSE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are hosting a Halloween party at my apartment. On Halloween night. You are invited. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would very much like to be the owner of this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SuAWpBDpbSI/AAAAAAAAC3o/J2Yu-M9W40E/s1600-h/Untitled+picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SuAWpBDpbSI/AAAAAAAAC3o/J2Yu-M9W40E/s400/Untitled+picture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395337247504035106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zazzle.com/11_x_14_2_nephi_31_20_multi_color_poster-228458969718247999"&gt;(Available here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot decide what to be for Halloween. I'm torn between being a Greek goddess or being a fortune telling gypsy. Input? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just proofread this post. It's not a good time for grammar and me to be friends apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1910558458195338160?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1910558458195338160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/hold-on-to-that-feeling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1910558458195338160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1910558458195338160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/hold-on-to-that-feeling.html' title='Hold on to that feeling...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SuAWpBDpbSI/AAAAAAAAC3o/J2Yu-M9W40E/s72-c/Untitled+picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5712943462864637642</id><published>2009-10-14T04:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:12:08.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night and day</title><content type='html'>At the risk of total humiliation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NTUxNDk5NTg4OCZwdD*xMjU1NTE1MDMzNzY5JnA9NTc5MDMyJmQ9Z2lja3IuY29tJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**ZjM2ZjA4MTc3ZTE*NTFjYTdiZmVhMThiOGQyZDUxYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gickr.com/" title="pimp your myspace at Gickr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gickr.com/results2/anim_4ea0618f-3c44-65b4-5d36-3120e1c5517d.gif" alt="pimp myspace with Gickr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Christine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5712943462864637642?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5712943462864637642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/gickrcom-animation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5712943462864637642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5712943462864637642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/gickrcom-animation.html' title='Night and day'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6066051665608760761</id><published>2009-10-12T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:10:27.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anybody find me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Another old post I started but never finished. Or really wrote words to. Good times at the Festival of Colors for the &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2008/04/holi-festival-of-colors.html"&gt;2nd year in a row&lt;/a&gt;. Adam, Erica and I got there right before the throwing started, bought the last of the colors, had some fun and left before things got crazy. After we showered, grabbed Ethan and Will, got some burgers and watched a movie. There's still chalk on the roof of my car.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVduKwCI/AAAAAAAACq4/ujkjyBikAxM/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVduKwCI/AAAAAAAACq4/ujkjyBikAxM/s400/IMG_2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483826726027298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVT3TkUI/AAAAAAAACqw/foQQo42k1OM/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVT3TkUI/AAAAAAAACqw/foQQo42k1OM/s400/IMG_2817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483824079999298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVMU7FYI/AAAAAAAACqo/c9OlEO6Xnpk/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVMU7FYI/AAAAAAAACqo/c9OlEO6Xnpk/s400/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483822056740226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQUw4NtyI/AAAAAAAACqg/Ro3iOhzvBvE/s1600-h/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQUw4NtyI/AAAAAAAACqg/Ro3iOhzvBvE/s400/IMG_2815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483814688569122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQU0s3LRI/AAAAAAAACqY/zlSUdhq7dM4/s1600-h/IMG_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQU0s3LRI/AAAAAAAACqY/zlSUdhq7dM4/s400/IMG_2814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483815714696466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-6066051665608760761?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6066051665608760761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-anybody-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6066051665608760761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6066051665608760761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-anybody-find-me.html' title='Can anybody find me...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SeDQVduKwCI/AAAAAAAACq4/ujkjyBikAxM/s72-c/IMG_2818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-357262047283472780</id><published>2009-10-05T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:41:59.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning beautiful</title><content type='html'>How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsosyBfrstI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/_8pA8VL-Sto/s1600-h/1891081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsosyBfrstI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/_8pA8VL-Sto/s400/1891081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389169142008623826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine was lovely because it mostly included watching &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/languages/0,6353,310-1,00.html"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; for 8 hours. Normally listening to 8 hours of church speakers might make me want to stab my self in the eye but General Conference is different. I finish the weekend feeling edified. I have been reminded of things I need to work on, felt love and hope, and felt inwardly renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I could choose many favorites this man, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, spoke so movingly. More movingly than anything I remember hearing in my lifetime. He testified of the Book of Mormon. If you were not able to hear him speak or are at all curious about the Book of Mormon I would encourage you to &lt;a href="http://broadcast.lds.org/genconf/2009/10/50/GC_2009_10_503_HollandJR___eng_.mp3"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt; and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsosycxiECI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/_iOd1g1qvGg/s1600-h/47467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsosycxiECI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/_iOd1g1qvGg/s400/47467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389169149331247138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your weekend was also lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-357262047283472780?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/357262047283472780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-morning-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/357262047283472780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/357262047283472780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-morning-beautiful.html' title='Good morning beautiful'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsosyBfrstI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/_8pA8VL-Sto/s72-c/1891081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-7340356799584639139</id><published>2009-10-04T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:01:00.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST NEWS EVER!!</title><content type='html'>That might be dramatic to say. It also might not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(I was going through some old posts that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;never finished and found this one. It was written on February 12th. I don't remember what the BEST NEWS EVER!! was.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-7340356799584639139?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7340356799584639139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-news-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7340356799584639139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/7340356799584639139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-news-ever.html' title='BEST NEWS EVER!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3930733144771599013</id><published>2009-10-03T16:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:52:09.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things are happenin' to me, Ain't no doubt about it</title><content type='html'>This just happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Text from number I don't know: (Improper punctuation/grammar included) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You seem to think its funny to mess with other peoples lives but this time you didnt get much someone that is willing to give up a good life for the likes of you is not worth much anyway. I think you did me a favor. Thank goodness your brothers realtionship was strong enough I guess mine and Dave was not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Excuse me? Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown number: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Not this time. I just hope you make today last 4 years. Thats what you cost us today thanks with friends like you he needs to watch his back all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Seriously. I think you've got the wrong number. Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown number: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't have the wrong number this is mae ask david. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy right? Well then she calls me. I put the phone on speaker so Chala could witness the crazy. She asked me for Mike. I told her she had the wrong number. A few minutes she calls back apologizes very awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a minute I thought maybe I had forgotten about a few of the lives I have ruined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3930733144771599013?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3930733144771599013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange-things-are-happenin-to-me-aint.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3930733144771599013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3930733144771599013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange-things-are-happenin-to-me-aint.html' title='Strange things are happenin&apos; to me, Ain&apos;t no doubt about it'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-579677137319059115</id><published>2009-10-02T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:48:00.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France</title><content type='html'>Some days all you need is good friends and good Thai food. Even if the waiter is a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD-U8JtohI/AAAAAAAAC3I/5qazaFAnD-Q/s1600-h/P9260430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD-U8JtohI/AAAAAAAAC3I/5qazaFAnD-Q/s400/P9260430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386584790032818706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD-UuUtl5I/AAAAAAAAC3A/kFagLOSzJkA/s1600-h/P9260428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD-UuUtl5I/AAAAAAAAC3A/kFagLOSzJkA/s400/P9260428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386584786320856978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-579677137319059115?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/579677137319059115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-rich-and-buy-our-parents-homes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/579677137319059115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/579677137319059115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-get-rich-and-buy-our-parents-homes.html' title='Let&apos;s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD-U8JtohI/AAAAAAAAC3I/5qazaFAnD-Q/s72-c/P9260430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-3219377330183614935</id><published>2009-10-01T12:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:14:00.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots with the fur</title><content type='html'>One of my cute, new coworkers is an expert in nail art and painted my fingers to look like Burberry plaid. I was sad to have to take it off yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD9Xb9X1kI/AAAAAAAAC24/NtJsvAx9Xbs/s1600-h/P9260427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD9Xb9X1kI/AAAAAAAAC24/NtJsvAx9Xbs/s400/P9260427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386583733419103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however pick up some of my own very skinny nail painting brushes and would be happy to provide you with your own set of plaid nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-3219377330183614935?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3219377330183614935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/boots-with-fur.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3219377330183614935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/3219377330183614935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/10/boots-with-fur.html' title='Boots with the fur'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsD9Xb9X1kI/AAAAAAAAC24/NtJsvAx9Xbs/s72-c/P9260427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-142506152024433142</id><published>2009-09-30T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:26:13.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our state fair is a great state fair</title><content type='html'>The Utah State Fair was full of joy and woe. Allow me to illustrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8MivqZ4I/AAAAAAAAC2A/P6QG5609R58/s1600-h/P9180366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8MivqZ4I/AAAAAAAAC2A/P6QG5609R58/s400/P9180366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386441709262104450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Utah has a pigeon club? JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB9M-88cwI/AAAAAAAAC2o/moOjxNbeCkQ/s1600-h/P9180367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB9M-88cwI/AAAAAAAAC2o/moOjxNbeCkQ/s400/P9180367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386442816345633538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8N4ae4DI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/MjHZw7IWG1g/s1600-h/P9180368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8N4ae4DI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/MjHZw7IWG1g/s400/P9180368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386441732258717746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. A room full of pigeons meant the chickens  had already gone home? WOE. (You &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2008/06/down-at-farm.html"&gt;know&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-locked-you-out-you-cut-hole-in-wall.html"&gt;how&lt;/a&gt; much I &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2008/08/wisconsin-state-fair.html"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; odd &lt;a href="http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2008/03/mike.html"&gt;looking&lt;/a&gt; chickens. I'm actually a little freaked out about how many times I've talked about chickens on this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB9NLxDdAI/AAAAAAAAC2w/T2taaEIpu3I/s1600-h/P9180399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB9NLxDdAI/AAAAAAAAC2w/T2taaEIpu3I/s400/P9180399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386442819785421826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Lots of pretty flowers. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8NaIav_I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/i2UIgd0m1AM/s1600-h/P9180421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8NaIav_I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/i2UIgd0m1AM/s400/P9180421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386441724129886194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Boyz II Men? WOE. And JOY! Tickets for concerts are released at noon on the day of the show so I ran up to Salt Lake and stood in line in the hot hot sun for a hour to get tickets. Only I didn't actually get tickets. Tickets sold out 6 people in front of me. Six! I almost cried. Almost skipped the whole state fair altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going anyway. I took some girls from work (who I have hilarious pictures of that I'm not allowed to show you but I'll allow you to imagine two cute girls having a lot of fun with Melissa and I.) and we went and stood outside the gate and listened to the last few songs. They opened the gates before the encore and we managed to sneak in and catch an a cappella version of a song plus more awesome dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8M_4cLCI/AAAAAAAAC2I/Pk4WGNdxTh8/s1600-h/P9180419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8M_4cLCI/AAAAAAAAC2I/Pk4WGNdxTh8/s400/P9180419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386441717083548706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow that next time Boyz II Men comes to I will camp out to get tickets. I think I can get Melissa to do it with me, right Melis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-142506152024433142?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/142506152024433142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-state-fair-is-great-state-fair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/142506152024433142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/142506152024433142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-state-fair-is-great-state-fair.html' title='Our state fair is a great state fair'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SsB8MivqZ4I/AAAAAAAAC2A/P6QG5609R58/s72-c/P9180366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1371333981302662735</id><published>2009-09-28T02:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:58:44.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All messed up, don't know what to do</title><content type='html'>Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving on the freeway a few days ago when a 311 song came on. I thought of you. You in a different car, in a different city, with a different girl and different goals. I thought of you and I was happy that you are finding happiness. It is likely you'll never see this, but if you do please know that I am happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the things you taught me,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-1371333981302662735?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1371333981302662735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-messed-up-dont-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1371333981302662735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/1371333981302662735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-messed-up-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='All messed up, don&apos;t know what to do'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-9191363189957937756</id><published>2009-09-17T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:47:51.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady come down</title><content type='html'>Today I worked on some home improvements. Previous roommates had removed what I hear was an ugly wallpaper border but then discovered that the walls now look like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt1qlilwI/AAAAAAAAC1o/6rks9e5Ib2M/s1600-h/P9170366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt1qlilwI/AAAAAAAAC1o/6rks9e5Ib2M/s400/P9170366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382555642137581314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you can see that we now have two colors of white on the wall. Perhaps you can't see that since I had to use the flash as there is no such thing as natural light in our living room. Ah, luxurious apartment living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chala and I decided that since that discoloration had to be concealed and our landlords never got back to us about painting (The least of current worries if you could see my bathroom ceiling. Or our AC. Or my carpet.) we thought a ribbon might work. While not our favorite color in the world it matches our carpet:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt2fzSAnI/AAAAAAAAC1w/n7Xl0bdRhSw/s1600-h/P9170367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt2fzSAnI/AAAAAAAAC1w/n7Xl0bdRhSw/s400/P9170367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382555656422294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is What Not to Wear in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, outside we were having some home improvements done as well:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt26w4fnI/AAAAAAAAC14/PE4Dfe4XW8E/s1600-h/P9170368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt26w4fnI/AAAAAAAAC14/PE4Dfe4XW8E/s400/P9170368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382555663659990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's striping not stripping although, Aaron did have his shirt off so maybe it's a dual service?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-9191363189957937756?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9191363189957937756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/lady-come-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/9191363189957937756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/9191363189957937756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/lady-come-down.html' title='Lady come down'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SrKt1qlilwI/AAAAAAAAC1o/6rks9e5Ib2M/s72-c/P9170366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-925576279535223030</id><published>2009-09-17T00:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:53:57.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing in the dark</title><content type='html'>I haven't done any work quotes in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was funny because it is true. Well, at least the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Jodi, are you dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What do you think? Am I dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Well, you're really cute but... you're here a lot. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I still don't get this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What kind of fruit can I get for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; UGH! You are picking on me and stressing me out!&lt;/blockquote&gt;In reference to seeing an upcoming Boyz II Men concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; I'm excited to see those grandpas dance!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-925576279535223030?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/925576279535223030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishing-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/925576279535223030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/925576279535223030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishing-in-dark.html' title='Fishing in the dark'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-6219504583109193034</id><published>2009-09-16T22:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:53:00.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The green of your eyes says "Go, leave it all behind."</title><content type='html'>Last Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a Nu Skin employee anymore but I snuck into their summer party anyway (thanks to roommate Chala). It was fun to see old friends and of course very fun to ride the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hit the water rides first while the sun was still out. On our first ride four of us were mostly wet but Christine managed to escape and stay pretty dry. Rather than be sensible I decided we needed to ride again so Christine could enjoy the water too. We were soaked for the rest of the night and ended up needing hot chocolate to try and warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DBLhJwmI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/31ilvbmuGUA/s1600-h/DSCF0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DBLhJwmI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/31ilvbmuGUA/s400/DSCF0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381593767281803874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DCLRSdEI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/zCDduI-_qc8/s1600-h/DSCF0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DCLRSdEI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/zCDduI-_qc8/s400/DSCF0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381593784395134018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DC1byMaI/AAAAAAAAC1g/D_Kn1In4Ifw/s1600-h/DSCF0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DC1byMaI/AAAAAAAAC1g/D_Kn1In4Ifw/s400/DSCF0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381593795713446306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's possible I thought I was going to die on this ride. Odd since I love it so much. I guess I just forgot how high it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-6219504583109193034?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6219504583109193034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/green-of-your-eyes-says-go-leave-it-all_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6219504583109193034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/6219504583109193034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/green-of-your-eyes-says-go-leave-it-all_16.html' title='The green of your eyes says &quot;Go, leave it all behind.&quot;'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq9DBLhJwmI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/31ilvbmuGUA/s72-c/DSCF0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-5829681150709576352</id><published>2009-09-15T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:00:00.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Johanna drove slowly into the city, The Hudson River all filled with snow</title><content type='html'>Do you know about &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/"&gt;The Big Picture&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Picture is a photo blog from the Boston Globe. Actually, they describe it a whole lot better that I am able to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Big Picture is a photo blog for the Boston Globe/boston.com, entries are posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday by &lt;a href="mailto:ataylor@boston.com"&gt;Alan Taylor&lt;/a&gt;. Inspired by publications like Life Magazine (of old), National Geographic, and online experiences like MSNBC.com's &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/4999736/"&gt;Picture Stories&lt;/a&gt; galleries and Brian Storm's &lt;a href="http://mediastorm.org/"&gt;MediaStorm&lt;/a&gt;, The Big Picture is intended to highlight high-quality, amazing imagery - with a focus on current events, lesser-known stories and, well, just about anything that comes across the wire that looks really interesting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News in pictures. I'm a visual person and therefore I like it. Yesterday's story was about the &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/09/one_year_after_hurricane_ike.html"&gt;recovery from Hurricane Ike&lt;/a&gt;. The unusual part of yesterday's post is that the pictures transformed from before to after with a click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq883Xjj2XI/AAAAAAAAC1A/xIYYhLxEAas/s1600-h/i12_20298031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq883Xjj2XI/AAAAAAAAC1A/xIYYhLxEAas/s400/i12_20298031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381587001644669298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq8834PC1hI/AAAAAAAAC1I/LXk0HCBT5VY/s1600-h/i12_20298031b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq8834PC1hI/AAAAAAAAC1I/LXk0HCBT5VY/s400/i12_20298031b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381587010416989714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Some days they satiate my desire for world travel by showing images from &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/02/chinas_lantern_festival_and_an.html"&gt;around the world&lt;/a&gt;. Other days they make me tear up with a retrospective of &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/09/remembering_september_11th.html"&gt;September 11th&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/512825259151893549-5829681150709576352?l=thejodianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5829681150709576352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/johanna-drove-slowly-into-city-hudson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5829681150709576352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/512825259151893549/posts/default/5829681150709576352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejodianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/johanna-drove-slowly-into-city-hudson.html' title='Johanna drove slowly into the city, The Hudson River all filled with snow'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14030641248427896230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/R4BtaY0yIKI/AAAAAAAABO4/cn0phkKeyPM/S220/n17805444_32209906_1333.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/Sq883Xjj2XI/AAAAAAAAC1A/xIYYhLxEAas/s72-c/i12_20298031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-512825259151893549.post-1654122786561261084</id><published>2009-09-09T10:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:16:29.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, I'm gonna live forever. I feel alive.</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjwlNRZQI/AAAAAAAAC04/9clPNB-mr-A/s1600-h/P9080339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjwlNRZQI/AAAAAAAAC04/9clPNB-mr-A/s400/P9080339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518703678350594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really, this story starts a long time ago. I once loved a band named The Format. I was introduced to The Format during a time where I had a solid group of friends and their music became the soundtrack to our adventures. It was a very good year for me of pushing myself to trying new things. A year that culminated in my first out of the country experience to Costa Rica. The end of that summer our little group sort of disbanded, not because of a fight or any hard feelings but rather marriages, school transfers, people moving, and the sorts of horribly wonderful things the fall can sometimes bring. I still loved The Format but slowly listened less and less. They were tied to a place in time for me. Not too long after our group moved on The Format broke up. I remember that Feather cried. To me it seemed somewhat symbolic. Their website said something to the effect of the band members not fighting but just needing to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjwN-s05I/AAAAAAAAC0w/I3vUMTix-y0/s1600-h/P9080341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjwN-s05I/AAAAAAAAC0w/I3vUMTix-y0/s400/P9080341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518697443218322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate Reuss, the former lead singer of The Format has formed a new band: fun. They remind me of the things I loved most about The Format but they are noticably different. Almost older for lack of a better word. Perfect for where I am now compared to where I was when I fell in love with The Format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned their new CD the other day and Tuesday Chala and I went to their meet and greet at Grey Whale and then their concert. It was their first headlining show of their tour and they sold out Kilby Court. (Which from what I hear from knowledgeable sources never happens.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjvhzbBgI/AAAAAAAAC0o/QYFzUCGtedU/s1600-h/P9080355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjvhzbBgI/AAAAAAAAC0o/QYFzUCGtedU/s400/P9080355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518685584754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were stuck in the back. The very back by the wall and also by the heating unit that I found with my head when I was jumping to try and see the band. It was a beautiful concert from any spot in the venue. Can I again say it was a beautiful show? They are very good live and I fully believe it was enriching to my soul. I'm in love with their music and haven't stopped listening to it since the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjvOa1gbI/AAAAAAAAC0g/DTrean33xmA/s1600-h/P9080359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfjvOa1gbI/AAAAAAAAC0g/DTrean33xmA/s400/P9080359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379518680381358514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the car I realized that I didn't have my keys. I was so exicted for the concert I got my camera, my phone, my card/id and put my purse (also containing my keys) in the trunk since we were parked in an unlit, slightly sketchy area. Chala posed on the car until a car pulled up next to us and sat there for a while and we retreated to a cab dispatch building with lights. Luckily they knew a guy who could get me into my car for less than half the price everyone else had quoted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfgVeYk6OI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/KcGze4HE8oM/s1600-h/P9080360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfgVeYk6OI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/KcGze4HE8oM/s400/P9080360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379514939455367394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reunited with our signed posters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfgTyFHCKI/AAAAAAAAC0A/kD0_ZFRZK-U/s1600-h/P9080364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfgTyFHCKI/AAAAAAAAC0A/kD0_ZFRZK-U/s400/P9080364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379514910382688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the show we were standing by the sound booth. Since the guy in the booth kept looking at a paper I assumed he had a set list. Once the show was over I asked him if I could have it. He told me it wasn't a set list but rather the band's stage layout but I could have it if I wanted. I of course took it and was DELIGHTED to find that it also had some phone numbers and email addresses on it. Particularly the phone number of Nate Ruess, the lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfgTd4QluI/AAAAAAAACz4/61t61cmh7Ao/s1600-h/P9080365edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt5fFpOXuAA/SqfgTd4QluI/AAAAAAAACz4/61t61cmh7Ao/s400/P9080365edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379514904960079586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't used the phone number yet. But don't you think I have to at least once? 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