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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3745853587386950988</id><published>2009-12-09T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:24:23.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited</title><content type='html'>And here's the reason's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have Art History class tonight (Did I tell anyone I decided on becoming an Art History major?)&lt;br /&gt;- I can't wait to show Daniel the flash cards I made for our Art History final (they're awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas is coming soon &amp;amp; I finally finished shopping for Daniel (kind of)&lt;br /&gt;- I had the largest pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks today &amp;amp; I am riduculously hyper&lt;br /&gt;- I've never had one that big before...EVER!&lt;br /&gt;- I am getting new nerd goggles (glasses) because I lost my other pair &amp;amp; I am assuming it's the reason behind my 4 day headache&lt;br /&gt;- I love my boyfriend Daniel because he is Oh So Sweet&lt;br /&gt;- I've been making art lately, which makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;- Did I mention class is tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- Did I just blog?&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas is around the corner &amp;amp; I can't wait to give everyone their presents&lt;br /&gt;- I am hoping they will love them forever&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully going on a run tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- I have friday off because I was supposed to get my wisdom teeth taken out......but I cancelled....because I am a baby....&lt;br /&gt;-BUT I have friday off, so I will be relaxing &amp;amp; wrapping xmas presents&lt;br /&gt;- I might start blogging again....but who knows really...let's see if anyone notices I even blogged today, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3745853587386950988?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4721042624257554355</id><published>2009-09-11T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:40:47.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daniel is definitely one of the biggest inspirations in my life. He always has such beautiful and inspiring images. It makes me want to create something with color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311304146916322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sqq0oACyE-I/AAAAAAAAAss/LavawWRDHYk/s400/3905162502_6013873f1a_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.flickr.com/photos/25708171@N07/3905162502/sizes/l/in/photostream"&gt;CLICK ON LINK TO VIEW LARGER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380311313346741730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sqq0oiUMReI/AAAAAAAAAs0/iNvAbCYjFew/s400/3904358091_06457ba77e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.flickr.com/photos/25708171@N07/3904358091/sizes/o/in/photostream"&gt;CLICK ON LINK TO VIEW LARGER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/3904358091_06457ba77e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should really click on the link below the images so you can see them larger and better detailed....blogger just does not do the images justice. If you don't you might regret it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just saw these for the first time the other day and I was blown away. He never stops amazing me with how much talent he has. So glad to have such a wonderful person in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Daniel for always inspiring me to be artistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4721042624257554355?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4721042624257554355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4721042624257554355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4721042624257554355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4721042624257554355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sqq0oACyE-I/AAAAAAAAAss/LavawWRDHYk/s72-c/3905162502_6013873f1a_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5320410084380189039</id><published>2009-09-02T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:24:08.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Scrapbooking!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3870332800_8ed4b062b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, actually it was card making, but I think it's still considered scrapbooking since you use the same supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways my mom held a Stampin Up card making party at our house this last weekend. Which means I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to go, but I'm not complaining because it's super fun &amp;amp; I learn a lot. We're also super lucky because we know the instructor, which just so happens to be my little sisters Aunt Trisha. She has her own blog called &lt;a href="http://triciamlcc.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Little Creative Corner&lt;/a&gt; if you want to take a look at the beautiful things she makes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/3870296742_069b31b150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun and a lot of friends &amp;amp; neighbors came to join in the festivities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3870303618_29406bea1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3870323320_a6b8023716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Grandma &amp;amp; Cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/3870317796_dc6d89b24f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My little sister &amp;amp; neighbor friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/3870328270_3002e838df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/3869537737_31f0f90e66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above picture is of my little sisters friend (and our next-door neighbor) with her Grandma and I found out some really interesting things about this grandma of hers.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. She has an RV (which I really think is awesome, but Daniel and I really just want a camper shell for his truck or something tiny &lt;a href= "http://www.rvtravel.com/blog/rvsinthenews/uploaded_images/EGG2-735183.jpg"&gt;like this&lt;/a&gt; because we would rather camp more, but that's just our preference now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. This is the big reason why I wish I could be her...she has been driving around the U.S. (with her husband) and living in the RV since 2001!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have a blog that has all of their trips from 2001-present. It's called &lt;a href= "http://www.gerryandterry.com"&gt;Gerry and Terry&lt;/a&gt;. If I recall correctly, I think she said that they have been to 49 states so far. So cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could do that right this moment. My biggest dream is to do something like this, but before I retire...only because I'd like to be extremely active &amp;amp; you just can't do the same things when you're older (or at least I don't think I will be able to...). I can't even explain how much Daniel and I have been dreaming of seeing all of the U.S.  There is so much beauty and wonderful sights to see in this place we call America and I want to explore it all. I know a lot of people will think I am crazy, but I'd much rather see all of the U.S. before I venture out...haha, it is crazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course you need $$$$ to do this sort of thing, which I don't right now, so I'll work really hard and get a good education and maybe one day Daniel and I could do something like this.... but who really knows where life is going to take you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we return to our card making fun-tivities &amp;amp; here are the masterpieces we crafted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2501/3870314876_43f769f34c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3482/3869530725_27b73d274c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sooo Cute &amp;amp; easy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It makes me want to put together a scrapbook, but I'm lazy...and school started...so I'm lazy/busy...ughhhhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH! And I am sure we will have one of these parties again, so if you weren't invited or you were busy, just let me know that you'd love to be there...for the FREE fun. Unless of course you purchase something out of their catalog, then it's not free....sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5320410084380189039?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5320410084380189039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5320410084380189039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5320410084380189039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5320410084380189039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrapbooking.html' title='Scrapbooking!!!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3870332800_8ed4b062b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3114880166576920799</id><published>2009-08-26T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:48:43.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosemite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A little late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3791195112_fe7b3b254d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3791195112_fe7b3b254d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was taken on our very last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now I know how Andrew feels being shorter than your younger sibling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to post the rest of my Yosemite pictures (yes there's more)...so this is going to be the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the beautiful forests. Made me feel like I was in Twilight. I kept looking over my shoulder for Edward Cullen, but he was no where to be found...I was pretty sad that I didn't see the sparkle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/3790389271_778602468f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3569/3791204132_110a4e4fbf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3791199658_29aca1072c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of these images were taken along the 140 Highway. I think it's still considered Yosemite in these parts, but I am not really 100 percent sure. One thing I am sure of is that it was so B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3791188736_c71fae3bc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/3791186732_42a35fafe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3791186118_7576ede3b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2660/3790373159_cb7d8689a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3791181968_f81c4971b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/3790370475_cef8cdd354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that is how the trip ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well...actually it ended a little bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/3790378769_db477b418d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3791191176_263d879854.jpg" border="0" /&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/384256489734862820-3114880166576920799?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3114880166576920799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3114880166576920799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3114880166576920799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3114880166576920799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-late.html' title='A little late'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3791195112_fe7b3b254d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4061437954088101450</id><published>2009-08-20T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:48:06.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Its been a while, but..</title><content type='html'>We're officially back from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our stops included (in order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-San Francisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Portland, OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Multnomah Falls, OR&lt;br /&gt;-Hood River, OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Coeur D'Alene, ID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Seattle, WA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lincolin City, OR (it's along the Oregon Coast)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-San Francisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have pictures. I really didn't take too many, but there are some of the very gorgeous places we saw along our journey. Stay tuned...I still need to edit them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if it's too much to wait &lt;a href="http://thosecrazyschuberts.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; has posted some pictures from our stop in Idaho. They are hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372180081391612802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/So3RUizGs4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/BYn4BTjVDgY/s400/Idaho1-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. I love this picture of Daniel and I. I think we're starting to dress alike. Is that good or bad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s.s. There was only one problem that popped up on our trip...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4061437954088101450?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4061437954088101450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4061437954088101450&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4061437954088101450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4061437954088101450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-while-but.html' title='Its been a while, but..'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/So3RUizGs4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/BYn4BTjVDgY/s72-c/Idaho1-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2072746985360203670</id><published>2009-08-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:38:36.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portland'/><title type='text'>Hello from Portland, OR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SoJVM3ahnjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/GWX8c3JcZz8/s1600-h/Photo+66.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/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SoJVM3ahnjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/GWX8c3JcZz8/s400/Photo+66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947385301048882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I move here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2072746985360203670?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2072746985360203670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2072746985360203670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2072746985360203670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2072746985360203670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-from-portland-or.html' title='Hello from Portland, OR'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SoJVM3ahnjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/GWX8c3JcZz8/s72-c/Photo+66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5937754806923675796</id><published>2009-08-07T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:11:13.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosemite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><title type='text'>Yosemite: The Most Gorgeous Water...EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3791212108_247ae0bc23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a fact really, just an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/3791211550_c22f7b87fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/3791211550_c22f7b87fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't just sit there and tell me that the water isn't gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/3790400435_bf2f596496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2671/3790400435_bf2f596496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could swim in that right now. True story: Daniel actually mustered up the strength &amp;amp; courage to jump into the water. You see I was bothering him a lot, calling him a baby &amp;amp; such, because he was only in like knee deep. And I was swimming around, all alone, with no one to play in the water with, so I kept bothering everyone to get in already. He told me to cut it out or he would NEVER GO IN THE WATER AGAIN! Such a threat. Next thing I know this guys jumping in &amp;amp; then comes out gasping for air. He looked pannicked &amp;amp; his arms were swinging in the air like a maniac (he's really dramatic). I told him to quit freaking out, breathe, &amp;amp; swim really fast. He did, warmed up, &amp;amp; was my old Daniel again. He stayed in for a while, but I think he was still pretty freezing. Nonetheless, I was extremely proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/3791213906_bd4919464f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2624/3791213906_bd4919464f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it so much. I wish we had rivers like this close to Santa Clarita. I feel like it's even better than the beach because it's in the middle of forests &amp;amp; it's beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news Daniel &amp;amp; I leave for our BIGlittle roadtrip tomorrow. I am so excited about it &amp;amp; I am almost tempted to leave right this second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5937754806923675796?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5937754806923675796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5937754806923675796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5937754806923675796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5937754806923675796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/08/yosemite-most-gorgeous-waterever.html' title='Yosemite: The Most Gorgeous Water...EVER'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3791212108_247ae0bc23_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5011849878512893867</id><published>2009-08-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:55:16.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosemite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We made it</title><content type='html'>Of course...we got lost along our way to Yosemite...mapquest just isn't very reliable in the wilderness &amp;amp; Yosemite does not have any signs to direct you anywhere. It's ridiculous, but we stopped to try to ask people if we were going the wrong way a&amp;amp; then walked to the stream nearby. The water is beautiful and it's always shimmering with a rainbow of colors. Apparently it's also freezing, but I am a lover of anything that involves water so I tend to not feel the coldness like others. I thought the water was perfect, Daniel thought he would die if any body part touched the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/3791208592_09803f8d3f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does Daniel look like he has a huge chest? He's probably going to turn bright red when he reads this. I just love that I've seen him change so much through out the time we've been together. When we first met he was a little lanky 17 year old string bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/3790398703_625d4fdd53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/3790398703_625d4fdd53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the camps site &amp;amp; ate pizza at the Pizza Patio. It was delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3447/3791209734_65faa0ddf8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the little "cabin tents" that we stayed in. I'm not really sure how to explain them, but its like a really thin wood cabin with a tarp over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3790380901_9c6eb7c93f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3790380901_9c6eb7c93f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were very comfortable &amp;amp; it fits 3 beds inside those things, which was absolutely perfect for all 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3790382309_c22a47df3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/3790382309_c22a47df3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel taking legit pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I call myself the documentor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Daniel the artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When is comes to photography obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5011849878512893867?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5011849878512893867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5011849878512893867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5011849878512893867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5011849878512893867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-made-it.html' title='We made it'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/3791208592_09803f8d3f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1836601929339880527</id><published>2009-08-05T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:17:20.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yosemite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><title type='text'>Yosemite &amp; Future Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3791214446_5b8c21dec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3791214446_5b8c21dec1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We drove through the longest tunnel ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; when we reached the end we saw this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; realized we weren't in saugus anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This lookout is called "Tunnel View"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from Yosemite on monday night &amp;amp; I already miss being outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; Yosemite, it was so beautiful &amp;amp; peaceful. I might post a picture or two a day to show how beautiful this place was. There are already plans to go again next summer &amp;amp; I would love for this to turn into a family tradition because I feel like I haven't had enough of that place yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my vacation isn't over...well technically it is because I work today, thursday, &amp;amp; friday, but I will be off again for a week &amp;amp; half because I am taking a pretty Big roadtrip (making a pit-stop for a wedding in Idaho for two really cute &amp;amp; awesome people). We leave saturday afternoon &amp;amp; arrive in San Fransisco that night &amp;amp; we'll probably stay there sunday night as well. (We haven't really made solid plans about how long we'll be staying places, but I like it that way). The next stop will be Portland, Oregon &amp;amp; the next stop after that will be at Hood River where we are going to meet up with Daniel's cousin Jason. Late wednesday night we will arrive in Idaho &amp;amp; then we leave there sometime saturday. I know for sure that we are stopping in Seattle, Washington, but after that it's all up in there air on what we're doing. What I do know is that I am totally excited &amp;amp; I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on staying a whole day or two in each city we stop. Please let this week go by quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3791206984_6434ce0edf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3791206984_6434ce0edf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1836601929339880527?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1836601929339880527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1836601929339880527&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1836601929339880527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1836601929339880527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-drove-through-longest-tunnel-ever.html' title='Yosemite &amp; Future Trips'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3791214446_5b8c21dec1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6442181743103417749</id><published>2009-07-28T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:05:04.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Confused &amp; Lost</title><content type='html'>Things aren't making sense these days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding out things I wish I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go in to detail about everything, I just can't, but I also know that I can't have a blog right now. I'm unmotivated and unhappy with situations right now &amp;amp; I have nothing to say because I am too hurt &amp;amp; confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post a picture or two sometimes, but I really have no emotions right now &amp;amp; I just cant find any thing inside me that makes me want to talk (write) anymore. I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I finally feel ok...goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6442181743103417749?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6442181743103417749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6442181743103417749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6442181743103417749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6442181743103417749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/07/confused-lost.html' title='Confused &amp; Lost'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6676326066839750150</id><published>2009-07-20T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:48:57.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louie'/><title type='text'>At least I have Lou</title><content type='html'>Daniel &amp;amp; Julie left for Bishop this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I wont see him until tomorrow night (late night).&lt;br /&gt;This is going to break our "seeing eachother everyday for the past 2 years" streak.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a day and a half.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him lots, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360676256620960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SmTypz_DW6I/AAAAAAAAArg/_5_LcmbPb-E/s400/P1050159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...ok, So I'm going to miss him like C R A Z Y!!! He's my best friend, the one who makes life seem easier (because I'm over-dramatic), he makes me laugh so much, and I am totally lost without him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I think I can manage not being with him for at least a day and a half........we'll see if I go insane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6676326066839750150?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6676326066839750150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6676326066839750150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6676326066839750150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6676326066839750150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-least-i-have-lou.html' title='At least I have Lou'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SmTypz_DW6I/AAAAAAAAArg/_5_LcmbPb-E/s72-c/P1050159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6879086633092245488</id><published>2009-07-09T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:57:09.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Nothing compares to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SlZKbegXZ8I/AAAAAAAAArY/kxQYRjeNJTA/s1600-h/P1050145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356550642709522370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SlZKbegXZ8I/AAAAAAAAArY/kxQYRjeNJTA/s400/P1050145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This combination is so delicious. Of course you can use any brand or typew of peanut butter. I love crunchy peanut butter the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite peanut butter? (so I know only my family reads this blog, but I am super curious for some reason) hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6879086633092245488?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6879086633092245488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6879086633092245488&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6879086633092245488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6879086633092245488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-compares-to-you.html' title='Nothing compares to you'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SlZKbegXZ8I/AAAAAAAAArY/kxQYRjeNJTA/s72-c/P1050145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8279172256809421193</id><published>2009-07-02T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:19:31.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Today's thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel makes me laugh so much&lt;br /&gt;-Invite people over for Sat. BBQ&lt;br /&gt;-I hope Daniel will have fun&lt;br /&gt;-I hate bills&lt;br /&gt;-READ READ READ&lt;br /&gt;-Blogging is boring when there's nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;-WORK WORK WORK&lt;br /&gt;-I'm the late one today&lt;br /&gt;-I love 3-day weekends&lt;br /&gt;-I can't believe that Daniel cant recognize &lt;a href="http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/news/politics/palm/blog/jalexander_375x375.jpg"&gt;an actor&lt;/a&gt; who just &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,6470324,00.jpg"&gt;changes their hair color &amp;amp; length&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-OH MY GOODNESS DANIEL IS SO FUNNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/3680126344"&gt;this boys&lt;/a&gt; face soo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I also love when his is letting it all hang loose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 768px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3682007134_6b7b08ce3a_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-UGH. I can't wait to get off work&lt;br /&gt;-I love reading&lt;br /&gt;-Thanks AMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8279172256809421193?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8279172256809421193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8279172256809421193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8279172256809421193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8279172256809421193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3682007134_6b7b08ce3a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7141788248346666404</id><published>2009-06-28T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:05:49.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkewYEiLqsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dfkiZmoT4gU/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkewYEiLqsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dfkiZmoT4gU/s400/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352440609733585602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just woke up 30mins ago &amp;amp; it's my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;now where are all of my presents?!?!?!?!&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/384256489734862820-7141788248346666404?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7141788248346666404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7141788248346666404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7141788248346666404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7141788248346666404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkewYEiLqsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dfkiZmoT4gU/s72-c/Photo+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2051591334256916109</id><published>2009-06-25T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:14:34.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Too many thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkP2Dp9mpEI/AAAAAAAAArI/zpvp68Fv8Io/s1600-h/P1040884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351391324910560322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkP2Dp9mpEI/AAAAAAAAArI/zpvp68Fv8Io/s400/P1040884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am becoming obsessed with my thoughts on my drives to &amp;amp; from work. I blame "thought obsession" on Daniel because he is the same way. Always staring off into the distance thinking about something, obsessing, so much thinking that he furrows his brows. It's made a big dent in-between his eyes, it's quite cute. I love that little dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've become completely obsessed with different ideas that they are all mashed in my brain trying to become real instead of &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;ideas. And that's when I have a heart attack because I feel like I will never be able to make anything become real. It's not because I am lazy...well...not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; lazy. It's just I become overwhelmed &amp;amp; sometimes I wish I had just one idea that sparked my interest, instead of EVERYTHING sparking my interest. I want to do EVERYTHING imaginable, but I just don't think one person can do everything they want, create anything they want...I guess I just get flustered with not having a dream or a purpose or even a dream job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could find my purpose...I'm turning 22 in three days and I feel like time keeps falling through my hands faster &amp;amp; faster &amp;amp; I'm just getting older &amp;amp; older and before I know it I will be 50 and still have nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I'm freaking myself out...and everyone always says I am still young enough to think about what I want, but am I? Really? Because I don't feel very young &amp;amp; I feel like time is running out. I want to do something I am passionate about &amp;amp; I am definitely not passionate about filing papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARRRGGGHHH, stupid brain. Please shut up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very happy though to at least have a million dreams instead of none at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I promised pictures of the worst sun burn in the world...here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351391317444750962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkP2DOJnbnI/AAAAAAAAArA/taoMnoDPcYM/s400/P1040834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes me laugh because his arms are ridiculously dark. It hurts to look at. My poor sweetheart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2051591334256916109?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2051591334256916109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2051591334256916109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2051591334256916109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2051591334256916109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-many-thoughts.html' title='Too many thoughts'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkP2Dp9mpEI/AAAAAAAAArI/zpvp68Fv8Io/s72-c/P1040884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-9133462632225614731</id><published>2009-06-23T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:16:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA!</title><content type='html'>I had such a lovely &amp;amp; beautiful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel &amp;amp; I saw &lt;a href= "http://www.touchandgorecords.com/bands/band.php?id=22"&gt;Shellac&lt;/a&gt; saturday &amp;amp; sunday night at the &lt;a href= "http://www.attheecho.com"&gt;Echoplex&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- We went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel's belly turned this color...seriously (I need to take pictures):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkE_7oX9E4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/WNzZdEC5piU/s1600-h/DANTUMS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350628125975581570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkE_7oX9E4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/WNzZdEC5piU/s400/DANTUMS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He's in A LOT of pain.&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel &amp;amp; I played soccer.&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel gave me my birthday present 10 days early.&lt;br /&gt;- Amy &amp;amp; Andrew also gave me my birthday present early.&lt;br /&gt;- I'll share more of what I got once it actually comes around.&lt;br /&gt;- Amy also let me borrow a couple of books to read because I need something to do while I am bored at work (Thanks Amy!!)&lt;br /&gt;- We ate menchies this weekend&lt;br /&gt;- This was supposed to be a short list...&lt;br /&gt;- Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-9133462632225614731?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/9133462632225614731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=9133462632225614731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9133462632225614731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9133462632225614731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/hola.html' title='HOLA!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SkE_7oX9E4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/WNzZdEC5piU/s72-c/DANTUMS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-207438571579734720</id><published>2009-06-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:59:52.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Feeling Lethargic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish that I was at the beach with my darling Daniel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348384179453046050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjlHEwKeLSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-sx4HKx324o/s400/2887183721_ef52bf5c9c_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but instead I am here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjlHFJ5fZGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zy-FmCMoe8Q/s1600-h/P1040770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348384186361144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjlHFJ5fZGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zy-FmCMoe8Q/s400/P1040770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking empty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also looking like Spock from the new Star Trek movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what he looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348385580438563394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjlIWTPcqkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rrGncRS7vb8/s400/zachary-quinto-spock-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that I just really need some sun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;please someone take me to the beach soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could soak in the sun for hours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate these moods..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-207438571579734720?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/207438571579734720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=207438571579734720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/207438571579734720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/207438571579734720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-lethargic.html' title='Feeling Lethargic'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjlHEwKeLSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-sx4HKx324o/s72-c/2887183721_ef52bf5c9c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4220978855611595208</id><published>2009-06-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:51:12.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LACMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, we were walking up to the front of LACMA, &amp;amp; when you first walk up it looks like &lt;a href="http://la.curbed.com/uploads/2008-02-lacma_lights.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Totally awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept on walking up when all of a sudden saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjgNy4Ylk6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bG1fOjlU5X4/s1600-h/P1040730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348039725282595746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjgNy4Ylk6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bG1fOjlU5X4/s400/P1040730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which the sight of that many beautiful bright colors made me the happiest person in the world...because bright colors makes the world go round...or something along those lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at first glance I thought they were a bunch of paper lanterns &amp;amp; thought to myself how I wanted them even more now, but then we got closer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348039732742500338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjgNzULKr_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/ROAdlL5iybk/s400/P1040732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp; closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348039743612064962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjgNz8qrFMI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mpYqy8dObJg/s400/P1040733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; that's when we realized that it was all made out of plastic bowls, cups, tupperware, baskets...and so on. What a neat idea! I loved it so much &amp;amp; I totally didn't expect it to be what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to wait for our friends to arrive, so we sat around a waited for a little &amp;amp; that's when I heard some comotion going on by the display &amp;amp; I turn to see a guy inside of it just walking around like he owns the place (there is clearly a guard around the thing so you know not to go in, as seen in picture one) &amp;amp; he has two ladies taking pictures of him &amp;amp; the LACMA security officer is yelling at the guy to get out NOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the guy doesn't leave...&amp;amp; the group he is with is trying to explain that &lt;em&gt;it's ok&lt;/em&gt;, but the security guy is a bit loud &amp;amp; isn't paying much attention to their pleas, but then they finally finish their sentence &amp;amp; it turns out the guy is the artist. "It's ok, he's the artist!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They probably should have let them know what they were going to do, but it made for a good show &amp;amp; it made my day.&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/384256489734862820-4220978855611595208?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4220978855611595208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4220978855611595208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4220978855611595208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4220978855611595208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SjgNy4Ylk6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bG1fOjlU5X4/s72-c/P1040730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7303887201588573549</id><published>2009-06-15T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:38:31.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louie'/><title type='text'>Busy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning I woke up around 8am...I don't think I ever wake up that early on weekends, but it was for a good cause. Daniel's older brother (Andrew) &amp;amp;  his wife (Amy) needed help moving into their new place in Tarzana. Surprisingly I had a lot of fun moving boxes, but that probably has something to do with the fact that I love Daniels family and they make me laugh all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the move we met up with some friends and went to &lt;a href= "http://www.lacma.org"&gt;LACMA&lt;/a&gt; to have a look around at some of the galleries they had. Super fun. &amp;amp; then after because Japanese food sounded de-lish, we drove around Wilshire Blvd. for a little and stopped at the first place that said "Japanese Cuisine." Turned out to be soooo yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made my day a little less than stellar was the fact that I didn't get to see my sweet puppy Louie until 9:30pm...it made me super depressed and extremely homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, with a face like this it's almost impossible not to want him near you 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3607603753_be6d097e49_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 768px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3607603753_be6d097e49_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Especially when grass is hanging out of his mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. Both Louie &amp;amp; I had a nuzzle-fest as soon as we saw eachother. It was a lovely moment that made my heart explode with happiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-7303887201588573549?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7303887201588573549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7303887201588573549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7303887201588573549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7303887201588573549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-sunday.html' title='Busy Sunday'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3400/3607603753_be6d097e49_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8581291301556949656</id><published>2009-06-10T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:57:22.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovebug'/><title type='text'>One of the 100 Reasons Why We Get Along So Well</title><content type='html'>We spend our time together being creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in turn inspires us to push the limits in all things artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3607602279_988ebbbe60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3607602279_988ebbbe60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really great when we are both extremely excited to work on similar projects, but with our own different personalities it's always fun to see which way the other will go. We mostly paint, draw, or make t-shirts together, but today we are going to try something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can we go to Michaels today? I have a craft idea&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Mos Def (I think he is going through a gangster faze...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I want to try to make a crazy wall clock. We should both make one.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Sounds like an incredible idea. This is going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love being creative with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the outcome is pretty neat. I'll post pictures if it's not a disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8581291301556949656?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8581291301556949656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8581291301556949656&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8581291301556949656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8581291301556949656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-100-reasons-why-we-get-along-so.html' title='One of the 100 Reasons Why We Get Along So Well'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3607602279_988ebbbe60_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5710912918053887144</id><published>2009-06-04T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:33:08.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>Today is a very big day in our house because my little sister Brooke is graduating from the 8th grade today and next year she will be a freshman in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3273098270_afe560ca0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't she adorable? I tend to think so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, next year for her might be a little overwhelming at times (I know it was for me), and I want to be able to be there for her when she has any problems, because I've been there...done that....&amp;amp; hated it (just don't ask for math help). I know it will be a different story for Brooke though because she is such a dedicated student and really cares about her future (unlike me who wrote notes in class all day and day-dreamed about boys). BUT if you just so happen to have boy problems I am totally the best person to talk to about that....truuust me. BUT there shouldn't be any because you are far cooler than I ever could have been in high school &amp;amp; you'll most likely stay away from lame boys. (First high school adive: Don't date boys because they are a lame distraction)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I know you'll do great in high school &amp;amp; make TONS of friends &amp;amp; have lots of fun. Just don't forget about me &amp;amp; don't be afraid to call when you feel like there is no one to talk to because I want to be there to help or just listen. I love you Brookie!!! Congradulations!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;side note: Is it just me, or does it seem that everytime the school year ends the &lt;a href= "http://artists.letssingit.com/vitamin-c-lyrics-graduation-friends-forever-wkzqd77"&gt;Vitamin C - Graduation (Friends Forever)&lt;/a&gt; song gets totally stuck in my head. I wonder how many schools are using this in their ceremony this year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5710912918053887144?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5710912918053887144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5710912918053887144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5710912918053887144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5710912918053887144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3273098270_afe560ca0f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-391557250589735901</id><published>2009-06-03T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:43:19.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3593566426_4ece7ce6db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3593566426_4ece7ce6db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I are absolutely in love with Louie and every dog, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we see one we stare and say "awww" and "how cute" too many times to count. Then we have to go over and pet it. We are obsessed, and we decided that no matter what shape or size they are, they all have their own cute qualities and we want every single kind of dog...EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...you could totally label us Dog Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. those are my super white legs (how am I Mexican?) &amp;amp; that's one of Louie's favorite spots to sleep on car rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is his other favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343219244795026178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sibtl_MJ2wI/AAAAAAAAApw/hKZjXpp2TXI/s400/P1040604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;too cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-391557250589735901?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/391557250589735901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=391557250589735901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/391557250589735901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/391557250589735901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepy-face.html' title='Sleepy Face'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3593566426_4ece7ce6db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6252394903448671319</id><published>2009-05-28T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:48:51.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Good News, Bad Faces</title><content type='html'>If you were to find out that you finally got that promotion you have been waiting for. This would definitely &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be the face you would make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sh8Sl92zsYI/AAAAAAAAApo/VE32e2_MWfo/s1600-h/P1040575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008126553600386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sh8Sl92zsYI/AAAAAAAAApo/VE32e2_MWfo/s400/P1040575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't get it the first time around because I'm talking in second person narrative...I finally got that promotion I've been waiting for. So excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do the same job, just more money...which I need desperately because I'd like to move out sometime in the next year and the more money I have will help with that situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6252394903448671319?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6252394903448671319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6252394903448671319&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6252394903448671319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6252394903448671319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-news-bad-faces.html' title='Good News, Bad Faces'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sh8Sl92zsYI/AAAAAAAAApo/VE32e2_MWfo/s72-c/P1040575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5779471174369441127</id><published>2009-05-26T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:42:18.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what a mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovebug'/><title type='text'>And it all came to an end</title><content type='html'>So over the weekend Daniel and I came up with this bright idea to take control over the treacherous seas of clothes and junk which took over our room over a period of time. I think it was a success. We spent a majority of sunday on Daniels room, which I think turned out great. You can now walk in there without feeling like one wrong move might end up in your death. Monday was spent on my room, and when we were bored we would watch Venture Bros for a little bit. I really wish that I had taken before pictures, but I assume it will all go back to Messville soon enough. At least on my part, because a girl has to dig and throw around a lot of clothes before she finds THE &lt;em&gt;perfect outfit for&lt;/em&gt; her day. I happen to do that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was also filled with family, garage sales, and exercising. I actually never thought I would say this, but I truly enjoy exercising. You could even say I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;exercising. Daniel and I have been running a lot more lately and it's quite theraputic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going down to Melrose to look for some workout shorts stores for Daniel because running in jeans isn't really ideal. Wish us luck that he finds the perfect pair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5779471174369441127?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5779471174369441127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5779471174369441127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5779471174369441127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5779471174369441127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-it-all-came-to-end.html' title='And it all came to an end'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4605046372830161099</id><published>2009-05-21T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:20:07.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the getty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jo Ann Callis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay Block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Opie'/><title type='text'>Fun Fun Fun</title><content type='html'>Daniel and I will be attending &lt;a href="http://www.getty.edu/visit/events/callis_conversation.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tonight. Three photographers: Jo Ann Callis, Gay Block, &amp;amp; Catherine Opie talking about Jo Ann Calliss' exhibit up at the Getty called &lt;a href="http://www.getty.edu/art/exhibitions/callis/"&gt;Woman Twirling&lt;/a&gt;. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are free you should go. Should be fun fun fun. Catch ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4605046372830161099?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4605046372830161099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4605046372830161099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4605046372830161099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4605046372830161099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-9034611124987811</id><published>2009-05-20T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:40:28.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I think I might pass out right now because of all of my anxiety. It makes me physically nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me how to stop all of this anxiety? Any techniques?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...you could pay all of my bills for me, that would totally help...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read this on the Criminal Minds website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"THE BAU FACES ONE OF ITS TOUGHEST CASES YET WHEN A PROLIFIC, BORDER-CROSSING SERIAL KILLER LEADS THEM ON A HUNT INTO CANADA, AND AN AGENT'S LIFE IS IN PERIL, ON THE TWO-HOUR, FOURTH SEASON FINALE EVENT OF "CRIMINAL MINDS," WEDNESDAY, MAY 20" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kind of eased my stress because I know that I am going to have to prepare for some real stress when one of the agents life is in peril, and I'll be freaking out thinking "OH MY GOODNESS WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO? HOW WILL THEY GET OUT OF IT (the peril)?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then the season will end with me not knowing because I have to stay tuned for next season...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just like with The Office last week...it left me thinking, "No they totally are, right?...right???? I mean they didn't say it out loud, but it has to be only that.....right???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know the two shows that I am totally obsessed with, I wouldn't be able to handle much more TV than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-9034611124987811?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/9034611124987811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=9034611124987811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9034611124987811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9034611124987811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-213464903756341298</id><published>2009-05-19T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:43:27.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Feeling calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/ShMZ5PtUNxI/AAAAAAAAApg/9OX2zVt-Hvs/s1600-h/3409629089_3650e2d944_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337638454624007954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/ShMZ5PtUNxI/AAAAAAAAApg/9OX2zVt-Hvs/s400/3409629089_3650e2d944_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/ShMYdpd6P4I/AAAAAAAAApY/W3cCRd6LBb8/s1600-h/3409629089_3650e2d944_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason this picture calms me. Makes me feel like I have no worries in the world. Makes me want to run home and snuggle with Louie and Hazel...especially Hazel because she has a sore throat and I'm sure she is totally hating it right now. I wish I knew her feelings on the whole situation so that I could ease some of the pain. The vet gave her medicine. I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL BETTER HAZEL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-213464903756341298?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/213464903756341298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=213464903756341298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/213464903756341298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/213464903756341298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-calm.html' title='Feeling calm'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/ShMZ5PtUNxI/AAAAAAAAApg/9OX2zVt-Hvs/s72-c/3409629089_3650e2d944_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8396132765951593149</id><published>2009-05-18T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:15:27.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhibitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun fun fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melanie willhide'/><title type='text'>Weekend full of friends, family, and photography</title><content type='html'>I made it out of this weekend with the biggest smile on my face and feeling extremely inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gallery exhibit that Daniel was apart of in Altadena had such an incredible turn out. There had to have been 400+ people going through the gallery throughout the night. And Daniel and I are so happy that our friend Molly invited Daniel to put his work up. She did such an amazing job getting the whole thing set up and I know a lot of people in Altadena are very happy with the turnout as well. THANKS MOLLY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night Daniel and I attended the opening reception of the &lt;a href="http://www.kinkeadcontemporary.com/exhibitions/2009/mysterium/images.php"&gt;Mysterium exhibit&lt;/a&gt;. We went to support &lt;a href="http://www.melaniewillhide.com/"&gt;Melanie Willhide&lt;/a&gt;. Her work was incredible. It was the first time Daniel and I have ever been to an exhibit where we knew someone who had work up...so it was extremely exciting for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met so many amazing people that night and we can't wait to go to future exhibits and mingle with all the awesome people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the last day that the Altadena exhibit was open and the day that most parents showed up to check out their kids work. Daniel's family came + Joe and my mom and sister did as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went out to the Hat for lunch, which was delicious and probably made me gain like fifty pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we left the exhibit around 4pm, we went over to Mollys and checked out this little cutie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337273958619689426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/ShHOYyR4MdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xNXO1_oiqGo/s400/IMG00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not a great picture, but it will do. He is so cute and looking for a home actually...if anyone wants a sweet (potty trained) kitty, he's your man. Their neighbor just left him with other kitty's and the mom and took off for Norway...so sad. He's super sweet and playful and he has these really cute long legs and he walks like he's on stilts. I wish I could have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anways, then Daniel and I went home and just let our bodies melt into jelly and became couch potatoes because we were so freakin exhausted from this weekend. It felt so right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I didn't take any pictures of the weekend or Daniel's exhibit, but my &lt;a href="http://acoupleofpearls.blogspot.com/2009/05/daniel-had-photo-exhibit-at-studio-in.html"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thosecrazyschuberts.com/2009/05/daniel-paul-photography.html"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; took a few pictures of the happenings and you'll get see some of Daniels work if you follow those links. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling Daniel to start uploading pictures to his Flickr account so I can show them on my blog more often, but he's "too busy." I'm not buying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s. We met so many great people through the Altadena art exhibit and I can't wait to hang out with them all again. I think meeting new people is one of my favorite things in the world. That, and making people smile, I love making people smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8396132765951593149?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8396132765951593149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8396132765951593149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8396132765951593149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8396132765951593149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-full-of-friends-family-and.html' title='Weekend full of friends, family, and photography'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/ShHOYyR4MdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xNXO1_oiqGo/s72-c/IMG00178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4328227875705816338</id><published>2009-05-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:52:09.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art exhibit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><title type='text'>Two exciting things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/10158735"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This totally awesome dresser from IKEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335716021326228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SgxFc5mCqoI/AAAAAAAAApI/IThkqK901zQ/s400/ikea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which I purchased yesterday...because I have way too many clothes &amp;amp; shoes. Is this a normal girl problem? I get the feeling that I am not the only one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have sooooo many shoes I had to put extra in a large storage bin...I even tossed a lot aside to give to Goodwill. RIDICULOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways I needed more places to shove clothes &amp;amp; junk. This works perfectly for that...if only Daniel would finish putting it together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Daniel's in an upcoming exhibit in Altadena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335716022782001010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SgxFc_BH_3I/AAAAAAAAApA/Nr-T7hLznqs/s400/daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when I say upcoming...I mean it starts this friday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you should all show up for at least one of the three days. Daniel and I are going to try and be there for as long as possible each day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two exciting things, and we all know which one sounds the most exciting (the dresser obviously), but you should still go to the show because it will be so much fun &amp;amp; you'll support my favorite photographer D (Daniel).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4328227875705816338?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4328227875705816338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4328227875705816338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4328227875705816338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4328227875705816338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-exciting-things.html' title='Two exciting things'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SgxFc5mCqoI/AAAAAAAAApI/IThkqK901zQ/s72-c/ikea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4882491030433991291</id><published>2009-05-12T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:46:21.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louie'/><title type='text'>Obsessing over the Louie Monster</title><content type='html'>Daniel and I are majorly attached to the new addition to our life, Louie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is absolutely perfect and he is constantly on my mind. He's brought a lot of joy into our life and makes us smile all of the time. We're totally in love with the little pooper (By the way, why do people always use that type of term to describe a dog? Daniel and I have been using it lately because it's just too ridiculous not to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall he is a very well behaved puppy. Unless of course you happen to be watching him while Daniel and I aren't there...because he tends to get a little fussy and just wants us. Which is super sweet, I just feel bad for the person watching him at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures with my phone of the little guy, but I seem to only have pictures of him sleeping...which is pretty much how he chooses to spend his time. It might be the fact that it takes him longer to do things because of his little legs he just gets worn out faster...who knows...but its cute to see his sleeping face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sgnmk0hm5HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ccMk14ztaKk/s1600-h/L5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335048753846346866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sgnmk0hm5HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ccMk14ztaKk/s400/L5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Louie sleeping in my bed...like he does every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah...I spoil him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daniel and I headed up to Las Vegas this weekend to visit some of Daniels family members. One of those family members (Daniels cousin Chris and his fiance Nicole) have Louie's brother Oliver. They also have a Yorkie named Layla. I happened to wake up one morning to them cuddling together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335048748478404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SgnmkghylhI/AAAAAAAAAow/0-VKFaK-GOA/s400/L4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just two dogs and they're havin' a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I just enjoy sleeping dog photo's...like the one below of Louie passed out, paw in cupholder. He's been feeling independent lately and rather than lay in my arms on car rides, he's all about having the whole back of the car to himself. Sometimes he can't make up his mind and he goes back and forth, from front to back. I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335048745793818194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SgnmkWhvDlI/AAAAAAAAAog/Gyart_HAZBI/s400/L1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we left Louie in the care of Daniel's mom Julie. I think she's enjoying her time, trust me when I say his sheer cuteness will bring joy to your heart. His little legs will bring more joy and his floppy ears make your heart melt when they blow in the wind while he runs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite part about coming home from work is being able to see him recognize me, then totally flip out because I am finally there to hold him and play with him. He practically jumps into my arms with so much enthusiasm and nuzzles into my arms. What more can a girl ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335048752210569794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sgnmkubm6kI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r8nGpCVv5vY/s400/L3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again...Louie caught sleeping&lt;br /&gt;(This picture taken today by Julie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4882491030433991291?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4882491030433991291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4882491030433991291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4882491030433991291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4882491030433991291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsessing-over-louie-monster.html' title='Obsessing over the Louie Monster'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sgnmk0hm5HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ccMk14ztaKk/s72-c/L5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-9218995265293327222</id><published>2009-05-06T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:28:05.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovebug'/><title type='text'>Death Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3506460932_a2b697efdc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some pictures of parts of Death Valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3506460932_a2b697efdc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3506460932_a2b697efdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3506460932_a2b697efdc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3506436534_71441de293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3587/3506436534_71441de293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3506436874_7d3176ff2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3506436874_7d3176ff2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I decided that it was the most beautiful place we have ever been. Granted, we haven't been too many places, but the terrain alone will astonish anyone who goes there. Every where you turn it has a completely different texture or color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing and beautiful trip. Which I got to spend with my best friend. Who could ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-9218995265293327222?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/9218995265293327222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=9218995265293327222&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9218995265293327222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9218995265293327222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-valley.html' title='Death Valley'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3506460932_a2b697efdc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-873456156932903003</id><published>2009-04-30T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:28:23.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><title type='text'>It only takes one day...</title><content type='html'>I came into work this morning, not realizing what news would be just around the corner. After starting up my computer, my second in command boss approached us secretaries with some horrible news...our head boss was in a motorcycle accident last night while driving down a highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who found him, all I know is that he's in the hospital now and he is still unconscious. I don't know many details about the whole accident or how it occured, I don't very much enjoy asking those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been really hard for me to think that he was just working here yesterday and he was super healthy...and now he is not doing well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just praying that everything works out for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-873456156932903003?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/873456156932903003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=873456156932903003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/873456156932903003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/873456156932903003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-only-takes-one-day.html' title='It only takes one day...'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-255814958761287034</id><published>2009-04-29T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:48:29.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr'/><title type='text'>Fascinated Easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I logged on to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; this morning and saw this in the right hand corner: &lt;a href="http://blog.flickr.net/en/2009/04/29/behind-the-scenes-100-days-of-obama"&gt;Behind the Scenes: 100 Days of Obama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at some of the images. I think they are shot so beautifully &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; they are shot by White House photographers. And I don't know if that's an official job title or what, but I would not mind being one of those people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330217576854857250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfi8pTv6JiI/AAAAAAAAAn4/an3oism_Buo/s400/3484047877_cc2593d3c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. When I looked at this picture all I could think of was, "Presidents are just like US! They get pulled by their dogs too!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now you know Julie that you're not the only person who gets walked by their dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-255814958761287034?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/255814958761287034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=255814958761287034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/255814958761287034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/255814958761287034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/fascinated-easily.html' title='Fascinated Easily'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfi8pTv6JiI/AAAAAAAAAn4/an3oism_Buo/s72-c/3484047877_cc2593d3c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3719932696668724666</id><published>2009-04-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:14:55.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louie'/><title type='text'>I am so...</title><content type='html'>...Head-over-heels in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfd-ms-xDZI/AAAAAAAAAno/djiINUS5nHw/s1600-h/IMG00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329867887390821778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfd-ms-xDZI/AAAAAAAAAno/djiINUS5nHw/s400/IMG00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...with my new pup Louie... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfd-mU-kgjI/AAAAAAAAAng/9Suyh_0IY5I/s1600-h/IMG00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329867880947548722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfd-mU-kgjI/AAAAAAAAAng/9Suyh_0IY5I/s400/IMG00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Who has made my heart so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329867888025175826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfd-mvWAhxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/2ta17N69UF4/s400/IMG00098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Welcome to my family little guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3719932696668724666?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3719932696668724666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3719932696668724666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3719932696668724666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3719932696668724666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so.html' title='I am so...'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sfd-ms-xDZI/AAAAAAAAAno/djiINUS5nHw/s72-c/IMG00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4106542701490394945</id><published>2009-04-22T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:11:39.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Over-Exaggerating</title><content type='html'>"Only 8 billion hours left of work and then I'll be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's too long! Take it back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry you've reached the answering machine of Jenae Diaz. She will not be able to get to the phone until her 8 billion hours of work is up. Leave a message after the beep....BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it....never mind I  get it and it's mean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like this two hours of work left will never end. Probably because I have the next two days off of work. Then Daniel and I will leave for Las Vegas to get my new pup, Louie. So excited to see his cute little face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us a safe trip up there!!!! or that these two hours fly by. Either one will work for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4106542701490394945?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4106542701490394945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4106542701490394945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4106542701490394945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4106542701490394945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-exaggerating.html' title='Over-Exaggerating'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3834788256144131805</id><published>2009-04-21T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:07:31.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovebug'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3409660801_803169dcd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3409660801_803169dcd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn that frown upside down! Because you turn TWENTY today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everything is perfect for you today because you deserve it. I am so proud of who you have become and what you have accomplished. I'm so happy to be apart of your life and watch you grow into a wonderful person and photographer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you and words cannot express how proud I am of you. So I'll be quiet now and just tell you Happy Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend and I can't imagine my life without you. Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, naynerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3834788256144131805?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3834788256144131805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3834788256144131805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3834788256144131805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3834788256144131805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3409660801_803169dcd4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1767399912257080765</id><published>2009-04-17T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:22:02.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>You know that you are a completely insane and an overly emotional person when you can't watch &lt;a href= "http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/92464"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; without getting teary eyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1767399912257080765?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1767399912257080765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1767399912257080765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1767399912257080765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1767399912257080765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6627652314649800385</id><published>2009-04-16T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:07:04.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>A Break</title><content type='html'>Daniel and I are leaving for Death Valley tomorrow after work and I am so excited to get away for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just need a little break from our world of SCV. Just driving away from here feels so great. Especially driving for more than a couple hours makes you feel like you're making an escape. Too bad you have to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend we are heading to Las Vegas because a little package named Louie will be arriving there this Sunday and we are going to leave Thursday and stay until either Saturday night or early Sunday mornin. (Don't worry mom, I will be at your party on time Sunday..because I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just super excited to have a couple of fun vacations lined up. They are short, but I don't mind it one bit. Sometimes the longer you are away the more you really don't like going back to work again. We like to keep them short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one big, long trip I'd like to take in the future. It will involve vacationing FOREVER and I will have to go back to work NEVER, but I guess that's called retiring and I'm only 21 and that trip will not be happening for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my mind off Death Valley and how many sites I'd like to see. I'm a sucker for the desert, thanks to Daniel. The guy who sent me a text message earlier that said, "I can't wait for death!!!" And when I read that I thought "When did some emo kid take over my boyfriends cell phone?"..it later followed with "Valley..ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! You got me Daniel! I'm also excited for death....valley too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6627652314649800385?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6627652314649800385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6627652314649800385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6627652314649800385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6627652314649800385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/break.html' title='A Break'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8911468302857087831</id><published>2009-04-14T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:34:52.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3410327548_94d357e07d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3410327548_94d357e07d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been a bit obsessed with sunsets lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope everyone had as much of a lovely weekend as I did. I love spending time with family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like the whole weekend was family in your face, which is great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother Bob turned 19 this weekend. So for ten days Daniel and my brother are the same age...which is almost strange because I look at my brother like he's just a little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And speaking of Daniels birthday, which is in less than ten days. You can now call me "Worst Girlfriend ALIVVVVVEEEE" because I don't have a present for Daniel and I have no idea what to get him.....help. Oh and sorry Daniel for being such a bad procrastinator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to positives, Daniels sister Katie cut my hair right off! As you can see below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324675037256744946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SeULvCwT__I/AAAAAAAAAnY/TeJQjcmQCvM/s400/IMG00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am pretty sure I love it, it's just strange to look in the mirror and see a different person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry she didn't cut away my personality so it's only my looks that have changed not my insides. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, everytime I spend any time with Daniels mom Julie I just feel so happy to have her in my life. She is so silly and fun and she worries about the eggs and I love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I am a pretty lucky girl. Now if I can just get myself to remember things I'd have it made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Daniels photography is on display at the College of the Canyons art gallery. Tonight's the reception. I'm so proud of him. I don't know how long everything will be up for, but you should check it out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8911468302857087831?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8911468302857087831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8911468302857087831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8911468302857087831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8911468302857087831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3410327548_94d357e07d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6989122637607055411</id><published>2009-04-08T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:29:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise, Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3409629089_3650e2d944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3409629089_3650e2d944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break this week. I am really not feelin blogging this week...kind of pessimistic this week. I just get really negative and no one needs to read negative thoughts of a looney...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6989122637607055411?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6989122637607055411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6989122637607055411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6989122637607055411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6989122637607055411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunrise-sunset.html' title='Sunrise, Sunset'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3409629089_3650e2d944_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3221453760528191709</id><published>2009-04-03T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:29:53.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dooce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><title type='text'>The Studio</title><content type='html'>Daniel and I have decided to spend some time in the studio and take lots and lots of pictures. It could possibly turn into a weekly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for our first time around we came out with some ok shots. I liked them a lot, Daniel is just a little bit more critical about things than I am so he was kind of like "eh" about it. So that equals "ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3407414616_0d7fa6dde8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3407414616_0d7fa6dde8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3406606437_a693dc1f6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3406606437_a693dc1f6e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think they are totally cool, but there are more pictures and they are mostly of me and I don't enjoy looking at pictures of myself very much. They are on my flickr and I wont link them because I really don't want people to look at them because then I will get embarrassed...because I embarrass easily...and then I will probably turn bright red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel thinks I am cute when I get embarrassed, actually his favorite saying of mine is "You made me all embarrassed." And Boy do I get awkward in that state, I feel like I am in 6th grade all over again...and I was an over weight, uni-browed dork, and it was awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of embarrassing myself, I happen to do it a lot in my life. And yesterday went along just as much as I expected. We got in line to meet the &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com/"&gt;awesome Heather Armstrong of dooce.com&lt;/a&gt; and get her to sign my book. The whole day I felt like I was going to throw up from excitement because I think she is ridiculously hilarious and totally admire her sarcasm. So when I finally made it to the final moment of truth I just kind of sat in silence while she signed my book. Then I think I shouted "I like you blog" once I finally worked up the courage to say anything...oh man...I think I am turning red right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel said he could see the process of me working up the courage and said he really wanted to help, but didn't want to ruin the process...He said I looked cute though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go now because I'm all embarrassed now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. these definitely look way better bigger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/3407414616/sizes/l/in/photostream/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href= "http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3406606437_a693dc1f6e_b.jpg"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3221453760528191709?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3221453760528191709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3221453760528191709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3221453760528191709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3221453760528191709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/studio.html' title='The Studio'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3407414616_0d7fa6dde8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1721803646050192039</id><published>2009-04-02T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:18:15.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photo Project # 124,396</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3406707899_d2c2a1bcde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3406707899_d2c2a1bcde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel and I have spent some time in the studio, trying some things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll explain more tomorrow, for now, you can just look at me all day. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I am going to meet &lt;a href="http://dooce.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; today! Totally excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1721803646050192039?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1721803646050192039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1721803646050192039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1721803646050192039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1721803646050192039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-project-124396.html' title='Photo Project # 124,396'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3406707899_d2c2a1bcde_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8128848982152079656</id><published>2009-04-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:50:12.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SdOLyLKRyaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HaLbxwoIgfU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319749278960306594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SdOLyLKRyaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HaLbxwoIgfU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you guess who this is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8128848982152079656?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8128848982152079656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8128848982152079656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8128848982152079656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8128848982152079656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-guess-who-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SdOLyLKRyaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HaLbxwoIgfU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5644998392039054206</id><published>2009-03-26T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:33:39.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warmth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA'/><title type='text'>Photo-Op</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daniel and I spent an afternoon driving around L.A. looking for some shots for his &lt;a href="http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-projects.html"&gt;previously mentioned photo project&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sun was beginning to set which makes the buildings look amazing. I love L.A. to begin with, but at sunset the whole city glows quite nicely. AND I love sunsets! I got the best of both worlds. Thank you Miley Cyrus for that saying because Daniel and I try to use it as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I just wanted to show a few pictures from that day. We only got a few because I don't like stopping in parts of town that I feel I could get mugged...I'm really scared of this world and the people in it sometimes. I sould probably stop watching Criminal Minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the color of these buildings. (Daniel took this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3383382062_777b253c65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We then went up to the &lt;a href="http://www.griffithobs.org/"&gt;Griffth Observatory&lt;/a&gt;. (I took this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3638/3382529791_0a5a8b6973.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel took this picture. He says he doesn't like it, but Mickey and I both &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;it. I think it's incredible, what do you think?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3437/3382565405_e024dee8f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you that sunset is so beautiful. Makes me heart fill up with warmth. How about you? Is your heart all warm inside now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIDE NOTE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to see these pictures larger you can look &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/3383382062/sizes/l"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/3382529791/sizes/l"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;href=&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/3382565405/sizes/l"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5644998392039054206?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5644998392039054206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5644998392039054206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5644998392039054206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5644998392039054206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-op.html' title='Photo-Op'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3383382062_777b253c65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1472516934544056839</id><published>2009-03-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:17:42.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photo Projects</title><content type='html'>As long as Daniel and I have been dating (2 years), he has been actively pursuing photography. At the beginning of our relationship though, he was still very unsure if this was the route he wanted to take, but I think gradually over time he realized that this was his passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just keeps getting better and better with time and he's always amazing me with each new project he accomplishes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, through a photography class, Daniel met Mickey. Eventually they started to help eachother out with their projects and it's really nice to know that Daniel has someone to bounce ideas off of because I don't know anything about photography. When they get together it's like two teen girls talking about boys, except their two boys talking about photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Daniel was given the task to take pictures so that it tells a story, Daniel and I began brain storming. We came up with the perfect idea, we could ask Mickey if we could turn his still life portraits into real-life portraits. Mickey's still life was about a boy, (made of clay) who lived in a sewer(made of paper), and what his life was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he said yes, then they brain stormed for two days (while I zoned out), Daniel found &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; place to shoot the scenes, they've spent hours creating the boys home, and we've been in the scariest and darkest sewer on the planet (they were yelling about spiders the first time they went down there), and it's still not over with, but I wanted to share some photo's of the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, one more thing I can't believe I've been in a sewer, but I love being able to help out. I'll point myself out when I'm being a helpful girlfriend and trying to forget I'm completely claustrophobic. Oh, and Mickey's brother plays the boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is his room, they spent a whole week creating the whole thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3383043472_3f0a704829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3629/3383050604_c4a9e727a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm the pinkish-red light in this shot!!! (below):&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3382565491_d7585b0abd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really love this picture. It's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3383050710_632d3bf80e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are all super lucky that Daniel didn't upload the fish pictures. Oh man, but when he does, brace yourselves, it's totally gross and totally real...Oh, and totally cut open. I'm so glad I don't become grossed out too easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1472516934544056839?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1472516934544056839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1472516934544056839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1472516934544056839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1472516934544056839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-projects.html' title='Photo Projects'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3383043472_3f0a704829_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5889009368726885755</id><published>2009-03-23T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:12:18.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoney point'/><title type='text'>Because there's nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been really un-inspired to blog lately, or maybe I just haven't been doing anything too exciting. So I thought about it for a little bit and realized that I'm just being super lazy! Which is totally normal for me, I just keep making excuses not to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my excuse for not blogging is that my life is just totally boring and there is nothing to blog about....but this is a lie. Well, at least I don't think my life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I did something super fun this weekend with his friend Linz. We took him to &lt;a href= "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stoney_Point_(California)"&gt;Stoney Point&lt;/a&gt; down in Chatsworth (I think it's funny that this is on wikipedia, better yet, what isn't on wikipedia?). Everytime we go I fall in love with this place more and more. It's an amazing hiking/climbing trial with so many ways to make it up to the top occording to your level of expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm only a beginner, because I will not throw my body with the chances of getting extremely hurt, we sort of take easier ways...well...sometimes. The boys on the other hand will throw their bodys wherever..well, because they are boys and boys tend to not care if they fall, which they never do because they are so good or experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we go there are the EXTREME rock climbers and it makes me want to get better and better so that I can be EXTREME one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if I'll ever be ready for EXTREME climbing yet, but what I can do right now is eat some EXTREME dorritos and I'll be able to make it out alive and without a scratch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5889009368726885755?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5889009368726885755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5889009368726885755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5889009368726885755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5889009368726885755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-theres-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Because there&apos;s nothing better to do'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6998337255514368894</id><published>2009-03-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:36:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to feel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to cry or just be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was with Daniel, even though he is acting like nothing is bothering him...though it's bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be able to accept losing someone, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6998337255514368894?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6998337255514368894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6998337255514368894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6998337255514368894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6998337255514368894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6006913763964300628</id><published>2009-03-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:36:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a cry baby</title><content type='html'>Almost anything slightly emotional makes me cry. I am really affected by others emotion's, sappy commercials, really emotional love movies, and when something wonderful happens to someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I read &lt;a href= "http://thepioneerwoman.com/2009/03/a_time_to_heal.html"&gt;The Pioneer Woman's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I totally almost cried...so there were tears, but I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm a girl? Maybe. Or maybe it's because I'm just emotionally imbalanced. Either way, I just can't help the water from flowing half the time....I just hope it doesn't get worse with age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6006913763964300628?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6006913763964300628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6006913763964300628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6006913763964300628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6006913763964300628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-cry-baby.html' title='I&apos;m a cry baby'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7602964504004737940</id><published>2009-03-11T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:23:57.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gizmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>Daniel and I had the pleasure of watching over Katie's apartment while she was visiting Las Vegas last weekend. Part of the perks was being able to take care of her cute cat Gizmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just look at the guy, he has cute written all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SbgB355J5dI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0Ctpac7J_Os/s1600-h/0307092238b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311997820428477906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SbgB355J5dI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0Ctpac7J_Os/s400/0307092238b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has "love you" coming out his neck....Anyways, he was so sweet and actually let me pet him (I've been to Katies many times before and he was never as loving as he was this last time). He put me under his spell and I can't wait to see him again...and Katie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not care so much for cats, but Giz totally changed my mind. Thanks little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely weekend, filled with Daniel, relaxation, and some beach time, what more can a girl ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm reading Helter Skelter right now and I am totally convinced that those people are freaky...like super freaky. And then I started thinking if/when they broke free from their freaky selves, or how they feel nowadays. Such a strange thing to read about, I don't like the idea that there are people in this world who could do such horrible things and there is nothing I can do to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this in a positive note (because that up there was weird) this friday=two-years of Daniel and Jenae being so happy. Also meaning it's our two-year anniversary. It's sort of unreal to me that I've met someone so perfect and he loves me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-7602964504004737940?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7602964504004737940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7602964504004737940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7602964504004737940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7602964504004737940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SbgB355J5dI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0Ctpac7J_Os/s72-c/0307092238b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-170336002084809139</id><published>2009-03-05T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:15:17.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SbBOHZ3mOeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s4rTz8vPjng/s1600-h/0305091220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309829849779943906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SbBOHZ3mOeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s4rTz8vPjng/s400/0305091220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love how within 15 minutes of my work I can be on a deserted road to nowhere. Great for thinking and listening to music with the windows down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry for the terrible camera phone pictures...my digital camera is dead because I can't charge the battery...because I lost the charger...&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/384256489734862820-170336002084809139?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/170336002084809139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=170336002084809139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/170336002084809139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/170336002084809139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SbBOHZ3mOeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/s4rTz8vPjng/s72-c/0305091220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-9173722412853752415</id><published>2009-03-03T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:56:13.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>9-5 Nay</title><content type='html'>It's who I am...well not really, but it is a major part of my life and occupies a lot of my time...it's my job. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And considering that I spend so much time here and it's where I do a majority of my blogging (on lunch), I thought I'd show a little bit of what 9-5 nay looks like...a nerd. Or way too serious? It's just not me...especially on days where I wear the most stereotypical secretary outfits, like I have the past two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me on monday looking way too serious. Someone really needs to tell this girl a joke or tell her to turn that frown upside-down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309105238106445922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sa27FdCAGGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9ftbxYmLDHM/s400/nay2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in the rest-room being kind of a dork. I actually look like I'm enjoying myself...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309105237648150178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sa27FbUvDqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1P9AALBFxqg/s400/0303091354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....it probably has something to do with the fact that I went shopping on my lunch break and purchased some cute accessories. Daniel probably already guessed that just by looking at the photo. He happens to know whenever I've bought something I think is cute because apparently I have a glow about me when I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It only happens when things work out while shopping. When everything doesn't fit right or look cute...well...you probably don't want to be near me because I'll be fairly upset and have the ugliest face on that day. Oh the joys of being a girl and occasionally self-concious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How did we get on to this topic? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to work, literally....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-9173722412853752415?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/9173722412853752415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=9173722412853752415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9173722412853752415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9173722412853752415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-5-nay.html' title='9-5 Nay'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/Sa27FdCAGGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9ftbxYmLDHM/s72-c/nay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6302151496628140482</id><published>2009-03-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:55:11.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Outfitters'/><title type='text'>Urban Obsessions</title><content type='html'>I absolutely &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;, but I don't know if I am the only one who thinks it's super expensive. Not that I don't think that it's worth the price, I just have more important things to pay for...like bills and even more bills. So I mostly just end up clicking through all of the items online and add them to a wishlist that will hopefully one day end up in my possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always end up in one section, which is home furnishing or just things to decorate an apartment or a house with, which I currently don't own either. So it makes me feel a little better that I shouldn't really purchase any of it because where would it go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few things I dream of having in a home/apartment one day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308717185656063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SaxaJ1AKhLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pg1SRAxZsUo/s400/13626544_14_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308717175430967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SaxaJO6T8ZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PI684MAjqKY/s400/13175864_21_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308717199636979586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SaxaKpFeX4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mBkyMPtKa9Y/s400/couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308717199164780482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SaxaKnU5L8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/J48KkWc4JUc/s400/16019341_20_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308717193972790994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SaxaKT_BttI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ggNLGVRrpPU/s400/15968365_34_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are plenty more that I completely adore, actually if I could I'd have it all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we have to be realistic here and times like this just keep me motivated to push myself harder and keep going to school and reach all my goals and never give up. And it's not just for these things above, it's so I can look back on my life and smile because I pushed myself to do my very best....and hopefully while I am looking back I'm sitting in that cute little yellow couch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6302151496628140482?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6302151496628140482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6302151496628140482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6302151496628140482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6302151496628140482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/03/urban-obsessions.html' title='Urban Obsessions'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SaxaJ1AKhLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pg1SRAxZsUo/s72-c/13626544_14_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4179023221687540399</id><published>2009-02-23T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:26:11.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew...</title><content type='html'>I just had a bloody nose...an intense bloody nose at 8AM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to explain how annoying they are. They all of a sudden creep up and they don't come out slowly, oh no, it's like someone turned the faucet on all the way so that it comes shooting out with so much force, like a stream....or waterfall since it's kind of in that sort of position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND since I happen to be the most unlucky person I know it not only ends up all over my nose and mouth, down my chin, it also ends up all over the front of my shirt. I think it's motto is the same one that's used for Carls Jr. "If it doesn't get all over the place, it doesn't belong in your face." Yeah..that's definitely it's motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is probably Too Much Info for you all, but that's my morning so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4179023221687540399?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4179023221687540399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4179023221687540399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4179023221687540399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4179023221687540399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/ew.html' title='Ew...'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7388660991672465491</id><published>2009-02-20T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:47:41.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the smell'/><title type='text'>Creating..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3334/3256078255_68e1015a70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3334/3256078255_68e1015a70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my middle name, or at least it will be for this year and hopefully many years that follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't noticed I've been attacked by a creative bug and it's infested my entire thinking process, which involves me looking at everything and saying "Hmm...I really think I can make that..." And since Daniel and I have been going to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/sets/72157613405964102"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt;, whenever we have free time (we try to go everyday), I've been looking at craft books. OHHHHH man I am so inspired that it's all I think about all day long...ok not entirely because I think about Daniel and also Twilight a lot, but it does drive me insane because I want to constantly be working on a project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what I have decided to do about it. I'm going to spend this whole year learning how to do everything my heart desires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In no particular order this is what I want to accomplish, crafting wise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Re-upholster a chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Make lots of stuffed animals (I've made one so far)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Make clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Make a scrapbook, or something a long those lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Printing-by-Hand/Lena-Corwin/e/9781584796725/?itm=2"&gt;Printing on blank fabric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Create my own stamps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Take lots of pictures of sunsets (I have an idea of showing the difference everyday makes to the sky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.rusticoleather.com/images/products/detail/Parleyswrapdkb500.jpg"&gt;Make a leather journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Make a quilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Make a Fabric headboard for a bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's pretty much it, if I think up some more I'll let you know, or if you have any good ideas please share with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I can at least accomplish &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;of these crafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be no creating today though, because tonight Daniel, Mickey, and I will be going to &lt;a href="http://www.thesmell.org/"&gt;The Smell&lt;/a&gt; to watch Thurston Moore of &lt;a href="http://www.sonicyouth.com/"&gt;Sonic Youth&lt;/a&gt; perform. So excited, hopefully we'll be able to get in. I don't know how popular this show will be. Wish us luck that we get in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2986836781_dd41c49d8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that I don't know what I just signed myself up for by agreeing to going tonight...I need to be prepared to have my ears talked off by the Love Twins (Daniel and Mickey) who have never ending conversations about music and photography. I think it's safe to say that I know everything about both now...ok...not everything, but I've heard enough to feel pretty dang knowledgeable. &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/384256489734862820-7388660991672465491?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7388660991672465491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7388660991672465491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7388660991672465491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7388660991672465491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/creating.html' title='Creating..'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3334/3256078255_68e1015a70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8926400754476495999</id><published>2009-02-17T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:17:25.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Valentines Weekend / Twilight?</title><content type='html'>So Daniel kicked off Valentines day by "accidentally" biting my lip, which in turn made it bleed. I think we've been reading too much Twilight lately and we can just blame it on that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Twilight, I've finally finished all four books + edwards side from book 1. I am actually extremely sad the whole experience is over, it was so much fun while it lasted. I actually started to read slower towards the last few chapters of the 4th book, but then I just really wanted to know how it ended so I raced right to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I've read it I want to let everyone know that IT'S NOT LIKE HARRY POTTER. Unless you count the part where there's more than one book to the whole thing and that it's become super popular. The only thing they have in common is the fact that Rob Pattinson places Edward Cullen in the Twilight movie and Cedric Diggery in the Harry Potter movie, but just because they have the same actor does not mean that they are about the same thing. So read it if you were afraid it was just like Harry Potter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Rob Pattinson, I think I've finally developed an actor crush! I've never had one before...well I've had a television actor crush and now this is a movie actor crush? Ugh, don't know, don't care. All I know is he's cute and when I watch him in the movie I think I blush everytime he smiles....ridiculous! (P.S. he's the one on the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303920309053670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SZtPa3Ifw_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/IUikDrKwvYQ/s400/cusl10_twilight0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to Valentines Day, Daniel made me a box out of metal which has stacks of paper in it with lovey dovey notes on each sheet, but I can only read one a day, which is so exciting! I told you hand made things are the best presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent all weekend tied to the hip (until bed time when we separate to sleep in our own houses). We went to LACMA, to a wonderful used bookstore in Glendale, We finally fixed my car so it no longer screeches whenever I turn it on, we watched Twilight online because I can't get enough, we read books in Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, we just had a fun filled weekend. So when 10:30 pm hit last night I wasn't ready to go back to work the next day and Daniel wasn't either. I can't help but love spending all my time with Daniel, he makes me the happiest woman among all women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I can start a "Bring your Daniel to work Day!"? &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/384256489734862820-8926400754476495999?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8926400754476495999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8926400754476495999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8926400754476495999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8926400754476495999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-weekend-twilight.html' title='Valentines Weekend / Twilight?'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SZtPa3Ifw_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/IUikDrKwvYQ/s72-c/cusl10_twilight0812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2440728434858229238</id><published>2009-02-13T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:08:35.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Valentines Day I made something special for Daniel and I think he loved it, and if he didn't I really just love the way it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I prefer homemade things for Valentines Day. I think because it looks like you put more of your heart and mind into creating something unique and special for the one you love, but that's just my preference. And I'm not saying that if Daniel wanted to get me fancy things I would dismiss it (Daniel I still like fancy things!!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first off I purchased &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/photogallery/valentines-day-decor?lnc=a489cf380e1dd010VgnVCM1000005b09a00aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=lpg_holiday&amp;amp;lpgStart=1&amp;amp;currentslide=11&amp;amp;currentChapter=1"&gt;this box set&lt;/a&gt; from the Martha Stewart section at Michaels. (I think this item is seasonal and only comes around Valentines.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I purchased variations of reds and pinks and hearts and lovey dovey scrap book paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the last step was to write down lyrics to every song that has ever been "Our Song" or just reminds me of good times or just silly songs that are sort of inside jokes. Then I would write which artist sang it. I think it would be good to know for the future because I easily forget old music and we can be like "Hey remember when we first started dating and "Anthem for a Seventeen-year old" was Our Song?" and Daniel will say "yeah, totally!" then he'll wink or something. Man I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any ways, back to reality I then went to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got rid of all the unnecessary junk inside the kit and just worked with the box, it was some off-white color and it was just too boring for my taste, so I cut a heart shape out of the scrap paper and pasted on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which turned out like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3256910152_cfc968f852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last process was to trace the heart shape so I can fit other scrap paper inside with my song lyrics, then used that sheet as a stencil for all of the others. Which in turn created all of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3256084073_497dda031b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have never listen to &lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/neutral-milk-hotel-lyrics-i-love-how-you-love-me-mm251x3"&gt;Neutral Milk Hotel's&lt;/a&gt; version of this song you're totally missing out. It's one sweet song. (Above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3256083369_37ff6514fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading the Jim O'Rourke lyric (Above) and thinking "What The...?" Don't think any harder about it. For some strange reason Daniel caught my attention with the crazy lyrics Jim O'Rourke had, he would quote them to me while we were friends (we have a strange sense of humor). It does say sweet though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3415/3256082179_e3457fe65e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/3256083725_c1ceacd54a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are some of my hearts that I made. There are more &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/sets/72157613405944620"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the new craft I make will be as successful. Wish me luck! And I hope everyone else has a lovely Valentines Day as well, even if you don't have someone. I feel like tomorrow is just a day of love, show your dog/cat or family you love them. Everyone needs some love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad for Daniel because I'll end up giving Hazel most of my lovin. Sorry dude.&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/384256489734862820-2440728434858229238?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2440728434858229238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2440728434858229238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2440728434858229238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2440728434858229238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3256910152_cfc968f852_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4226511868127570680</id><published>2009-02-11T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:04:31.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completing Tasks</title><content type='html'>I've been working on editing some photo's I've neglected for quite some time. Still not done, but it feels nice to be close to finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been an extremely terrible blogger lately, neglecting the internet kind of sucks. I really enjoying sharing some part of me on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not about to blog a whole lot, just share some pictures I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is of my baby brother Diego, doing the TIGER CLAW attack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3272328329_423fdaff66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3272328329_423fdaff66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pop's on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Grill, it's such a cool grill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3272327673_01ff265252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3272327673_01ff265252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey being a complete dork, this is he's rocker disguise and if you can't tell he gets really into it, so much so he pushed me out of the shot because "the rocker" thinks he needs all the spotlight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3272277737_b6b13972cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3272277737_b6b13972cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dolled up sister Brooke, I forced make-up on her, not too bad looking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3273099420_7904991bf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3511/3273099420_7904991bf8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is normal Brooke, with no make-up, I like her more this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3326/3273098092_b54757a29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3326/3273098092_b54757a29a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are just a few of my favorites that I edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More for tomorrow about Valentines. I finally came up with what I would create for Daniel, but i would like to show some pictures of last years craft I made him for Valentines Day. That's all, til tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4226511868127570680?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4226511868127570680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4226511868127570680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4226511868127570680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4226511868127570680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/completing-tasks.html' title='Completing Tasks'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3517/3272328329_423fdaff66_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3344412783479448263</id><published>2009-02-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:37:51.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasadena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovebug'/><title type='text'>Pasadena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3256077239_43433019f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3256077239_43433019f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Pasadena tonight to have some good 'ol fun with Daniel's old friend Linz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken the last time we were down there. It's such a beautiful city. AND how can you go wrong with a two-story Forever21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm a super lame blogger, finals this week are stressing me out. I also had to take a test today so I could get a raise. Hopefully I get it, I need more money because I  barely live paycheck to paycheck and someday I'd like to live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday...well I'm off to kiss the tests goodbye and say HEEELLLOOO PASADENA YOU BEAUTIFUL CITY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at it I'll probably ask Daniel the same question. Where was he?Why was I honestly missing out on so much fun for 19 years? What was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Already on to the third book of the Twiligh Series. I seem to have a new annoyance with each book I read...right now it's Selfish Bella....hah...I'm a dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3344412783479448263?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3344412783479448263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3344412783479448263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3344412783479448263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3344412783479448263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/pasadena.html' title='Pasadena'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3256077239_43433019f8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3405783114068751918</id><published>2009-02-03T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:54:46.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>Too good to talk</title><content type='html'>...Sorry, not that &lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;/em&gt;too good to talk, it's just that something else is so wonderful that it's keeping me from posting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like you all to blame my non-posting on the&lt;a href= "http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;Twilight Series&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....I've been bitten, no pun intended. (It's based on vampires? get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going back to fantasy land, it's so much more fun than blogging about my actual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Posts will resume when I stop reading all the books...I'm kidding, seriously! I plan on blogging sometime today. This one doesn't count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3405783114068751918?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3405783114068751918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3405783114068751918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3405783114068751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3405783114068751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-good-to-talk.html' title='Too good to talk'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1786910362766795892</id><published>2009-01-28T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:57:05.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>A cubicle holds many things.</title><content type='html'>Today while I was taking my lunch I decided to take pictures of some things in my little cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I spend my lunch in my cubicle, yes I have an hour and a half to do as I please, BUT I rarely leave my desk. There are a few reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really hate getting up, starting my car, driving somewhere, getting out, waiting for food, getting back in the car, then back out. I am so lazy that I am even surprised I get out of my chair to go home. Luckily when I am out of work I am a lot more active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I live an hour away from where I work so I can't just go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like to waste my money on food (only occasionally) so I am stuck in here by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The best thing is I get to surf the web guilt free, meaning I am not wasting company time while surfing the web on my lunch...I still do it when I am working, but not as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...those are my explainations of why I stay inside. I hope this doesn't follow me outside of work. Maybe one day you'll hear that I've turned into a recluse. Lets hope for the best though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking around my desk and decided to share a few things that you'll find in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The coolest clock on the planet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476295905064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIRKytkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UcCBwyjMZs4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Me hanging loose in some slippers. Oh how I love my slippers. Of course I throw on the old high heels whenever I have to look professional. Mostly when moving away from my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476294655686226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIMg6tlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/51ctA8p4VQ4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can find me doing some sort of craft in my office occasionally. Today I am working on a sewing project, tomorrow I can be drawing. The possibilities are endless in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIUldBtI/AAAAAAAAAho/k5rJnGPQlMs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476296822195922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIUldBtI/AAAAAAAAAho/k5rJnGPQlMs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lots and LOTS and a WHOLE LOT of water...I think this will last me forever. (hello discarded high heels!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIbEvqUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BUrj4hu3dDE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476298564053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIbEvqUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BUrj4hu3dDE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last, but definitely not least, is my mini shrine to my love. So people can see how cute he is. That's really not the reason, but I can pretend. I just look over at it and smile everytime because I enjoy his cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdID8h2LI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I0ESOMe7P2s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476292355578034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdID8h2LI/AAAAAAAAAhI/I0ESOMe7P2s/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a little bit of my office for you. It's my home away from home. My work/lunch station. My art table. Whatever, I like my cubicle and all that occupies it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Wish me luck on my Sociology Exam, it might give me some good vibes so I can pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1786910362766795892?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1786910362766795892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1786910362766795892&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1786910362766795892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1786910362766795892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/cubicle-holds-many-things.html' title='A cubicle holds many things.'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SYDdIRKytkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UcCBwyjMZs4/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2063788616278184417</id><published>2009-01-26T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:55:53.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Fransisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroids'/><title type='text'>I Love Polaroids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3222298818_bfd6d7d753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3222298818_bfd6d7d753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're instant, they're all unique, and they come in many shapes and sizes (the camera/the picture size).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other thing I love about them is the fact that they accompanied me on my way back from San Fransisco. I can't say the same for my digital camera or scarves that I purchased, as of late they are AWOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I scanned all of the polaroids that Daniel and I took. Me using &lt;a href="http://magnetiquemtl.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/polaroid-camera.jpg"&gt;something like this&lt;/a&gt; and Daniel using his &lt;a href="http://www.jerkwithacamera.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/mamiya.jpg"&gt;Mamiya RZ67, with a polaroid back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both make different and interesting pictures. His are definitely more crisp though....by a long shot. You can also tell the difference by the fact that he doesn't have that long white bottom in his polaroids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day we took the transit system called BART into the city. We walked around china town and purchased a lot of awesome gifts. I purchased three of the &lt;a href= "http://www.pemshop.com/images/hd3424_1.jpg"&gt;cutest owl mugs&lt;/a&gt; that were ever made on this planet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3308/3222322066_466b59d15b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3222318356_31dfae5618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Daniel and I spent over 12hours wondering the city. From Haight St. to Market St., We went all over. I don't think I've walked that long in such a long time and I didn't bring the most comfortable shoes, but you live and learn I guess. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3402/3224219774_075f20d59b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nights are absolutely beautiful. We just walk around holding hands dreaming of our future together. For some reason we become inspired everytime we go to San Fransisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3222327378_7c451577aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3404/3222307746_9719dba72a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left in the afternoon on Monday and stopped to take a few shots along the rode. This is a habit that Daniel does on all of our long drives. It's one of my favorites. You get to stretch, smell fresh air, and look at all things beautiful around you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One time Daniel and I tried to walk to the far away mountain to see if it was as close as it appears. 30 minutes passed and it seemed to go farther and farther back the more we walked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/3222269850_3108008567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3479/3222273560_98150b867e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our trip was full of so much fun. I almost thought we lived there. Keep on dreaming Jenae...maybe one day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also there are more polaroid shots on&lt;a href  ="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/sets/72157613019629820"&gt; my flickr&lt;/a&gt;. So check it out I guess, or not. Whatever you choose is fine with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2063788616278184417?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2063788616278184417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2063788616278184417&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2063788616278184417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2063788616278184417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-polaroids.html' title='I Love Polaroids'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3222298818_bfd6d7d753_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-859917607987850876</id><published>2009-01-26T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:22:10.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have knots in my stomach right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neglected to pay for my spring semester classes and well...I've been dropped and the classes are full now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being as forgetful as I am. I think thats my greatest down fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today has already been ruined by that new information in my life. I just really hope I can get in through waitlisting the classes, bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-859917607987850876?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/859917607987850876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=859917607987850876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/859917607987850876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/859917607987850876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-knots-in-my-stomach-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5328200452569827324</id><published>2009-01-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:59:08.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbor'/><title type='text'>Quick Post of Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I really admire my next-door neighbor at my mom's house. Daniel and I had the opportunity to really take to her when we all went trick-or-treating and a majority of the parents (and some kids) dropped out early except for her. I always thought she was cool, but I it didn't really cement itself until we talked with her the majority of Halloween. She's so awesome, a very sweet and inspiring mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I am trying to get to is I think that she is such an awesome mom and very encouraging of her childrens creativity. Since her daughter is my sisters friend I get to see how creative she is. I wish I had a friend like her when I was younger, she is so awesome, which you can read about &lt;a href= "http://flahertyfamily.typepad.com/unique_like_everyone_else/2008/12/freedom-writer.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href= "http://flahertyfamily.typepad.com/unique_like_everyone_else/2008/07/this-computer-a.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and even &lt;a href= "http://flahertyfamily.typepad.com/unique_like_everyone_else/2008/09/then-and-now.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But I know she wouldn't be that way if her mom didn't encourage such freedom of artistic expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I read that she made the exact &lt;a href= "http://flahertyfamily.typepad.com/unique_like_everyone_else/2008/09/then-and-now.html"&gt;Inaugural Meal&lt;/a&gt; that was made so that her children could remember this special day more easily (because taste being one of your senses, she thought it would make it easier to remember), I thought, what will this mom think of next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's awesome, and I am happy she is my neighbor. Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Don't worry other moms I think you are so awesome too, but in different ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5328200452569827324?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5328200452569827324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5328200452569827324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5328200452569827324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5328200452569827324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-post-of-awesomeness.html' title='Quick Post of Awesomeness'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6709808974553462196</id><published>2009-01-22T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:28:37.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My heart is aching</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3094939326_735b6e1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No not for Daniel this time, but for my best girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is super loving and caring. She always listens to whatever I have to say. Whenever we see eachother she greets me with the warmest smile, a great big hug, and a cute wiggly bottom. And sometimes she is so excited and can't control it that she starts to kick one back leg uncontrollably like a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't realize already, she's totally not human...even though I have more feelings for her than I do most humans. She's my home-girl Hazel Girl-Dog Schubert and I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you resist Hazel? She's is just too darn adorable. And she treats everyone she knows like they all have a special place in her heart. Anyone who meets her falls in love, she's so irresistable. It's her girlish charms I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/3097420346_6e9fb7ba09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also very good at keeping a mystery about her when photographed, she's just too good to look right into the camera. It makes her seem as though she is pondering something rather important or it could be just the fact that she HATES looking into the camera because she is terrified of it flashing at her or stealing her soul, but I prefer the first reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the light of my life (2nd really, Daniel is first). She makes me smile and laugh, she fills me with so much joy. She knows when your sad or sick and will be by your side to comfort you. I can't picture life without her. So when it's been a few days that I haven't seen this bundle of joy my heart feels like it's been missing out on some love and I need all the love I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank goodness I will get to see my sunshine Hazel because life without her is a horrible, dark, and ugly life, and I for one do not need any of that, thank you very much. That's what people without a pet have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/3096580219_6e935ff7bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6709808974553462196?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6709808974553462196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6709808974553462196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6709808974553462196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6709808974553462196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-heart-is-aching.html' title='My heart is aching'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3094939326_735b6e1466_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2096400318715187743</id><published>2009-01-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:07:46.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>After Trip Blues</title><content type='html'>I was going to post some of the goodies I purchased in San Fransisco, but I have a case of the the After Trip Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens when you go away some place you really like with the one person you really love and you get to spend every moment with them in this wonderful place. Then you get back home and go to bed knowing that person wont be there when you wake up and he can't greet you with a smile. Then you wake up the next day and go to work and have to wait until 5:30pm until you see tha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SXZUwv19ELI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2tcyJuR9oWo/s1600-h/pol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293511608473817266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SXZUwv19ELI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2tcyJuR9oWo/s400/pol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t smile again and hold that person so close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending three and a half days with Daniel, with non-stop fun and laughter and cuddling and talking and exploring and picture taking, it is really hard for me not to miss him. People might think that I am crazy because I enjoy spening so much time with him, but he is the only person who truely makes me feel like I am the only one in this world and that there is no one who could ever compare to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be 2 years for us in a couple of months and I have not once considered spending one day without seeing him (yep, we've seen eachother everyday for 2 years). I love every moment we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me have my after trip blues because I miss Daniel a lot and I enjoy our lovely trips together so much that I wish it would last much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you need more of an explanation for why I get so sad read the lyrics to &lt;a href= "http://artists.letssingit.com/the-beach-boys-lyrics-wouldnt-it-be-nice-ksxmhcs"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; because it's the theme song of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day I'll see his smiling face every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2096400318715187743?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2096400318715187743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2096400318715187743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2096400318715187743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2096400318715187743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-trip-blues.html' title='After Trip Blues'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SXZUwv19ELI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2tcyJuR9oWo/s72-c/pol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4380849693896235422</id><published>2009-01-20T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:57:08.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am the only person who thought what I heard was a very teeny tiny earthquake...again I did not feel, but I HEARD the walls move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked it up and it really did happen &lt;a href= "http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Quakes/nc51215618.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4380849693896235422?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4380849693896235422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4380849693896235422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4380849693896235422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4380849693896235422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-am-only-person-who-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2475155511907510562</id><published>2009-01-17T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:18:00.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Fransisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>BART</title><content type='html'>Taking the transit system called BART to San Fransisco. I've never taken it before. We're going to Check out china town and buy some goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me, mom, brooke, and Daniel hanging out in the city today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being here. Daniel and I cuddled with cruiser last night. He's so fun to cuddle with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. Gotta get on the transit now. More to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2475155511907510562?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2475155511907510562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2475155511907510562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2475155511907510562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2475155511907510562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/bart.html' title='BART'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7637786471409654141</id><published>2009-01-16T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:21:17.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>San Fransisco here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly hold in my excitement. We'll be leaving this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all later suckers!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-7637786471409654141?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7637786471409654141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7637786471409654141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7637786471409654141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7637786471409654141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini Vacation'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5673549846216864943</id><published>2009-01-15T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:13:47.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Grossed out</title><content type='html'>I am reading all about bad foods for you and how many calories they have and I am completely grossed out. It's kind of making me so not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard I am on a diet. I was planning on talking about it in a New Years resolution post, but never got around to finishing it...I definitely still plan to because there are people who made 2008 so wonderful that they really need to be mentioned soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am reading all about healthy foods to buy from the market, because I like to buy foods and make things at home rather than eat fast food. And what to drink because I gave up soda...it's been hard and I'll have one occasionally because I can't just quit cold turkey. Occasionally as in maybe I'll have two sodas total on the weekend. No soda on the weekdays, just water and plain tea. FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a few weeks of this and it seems to be working. Water is starting to taste less bland to me and my body feels a lot cleaner. I'm less sluggish. I think I look better, who knows if it's really working as long as I am happy right? I don't feel like I have anyone to impress. I know there is Daniel, but I impress him with how fun I am or how well we can talk together, not if I am skinny. I mean this is the guy who has still not picked up on the fact that I wear blush everyday, but like once every 2 or 3 months he will ask "are you wearing blush today?" Trust me he'll just like me for who I am. I mean thats why he started dating me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I am on a diet, eating everything I still love, just drinking some water, peeing a lot, and enjoying the whole process.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I printed out all these healthy foods to buy at the market, I just want to go to the market now just to test everything out for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did read one thing that totally grossed me out though is &lt;a href="http://www.baskinrobbins.com/nutrition/product.aspx?category=beverages&amp;amp;id=bv228"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Please I advise you not to drink this if you plan on living for a very long time. There are 73 ingredients in one little shake......and 2,310 calories. Ekkk...I'm done now. I feel neausous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;update: I found out that average women should only have 1940 calories a day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5673549846216864943?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5673549846216864943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5673549846216864943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5673549846216864943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5673549846216864943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/grossed-out.html' title='Grossed out'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-5656407245946900897</id><published>2009-01-14T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:50:21.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Fransisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Nunthin exciting</title><content type='html'>I just put together a little bit of the wishlist on Amazon.com, that I would like to own someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of my own personal one that I can give me a money goal to get these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing on my list is to get a digital camera...let me clarify that...and SLR digital camera. So Daniel and I will be taking 50 dollars every month out of our paychecks to save up for our own digital SLR camera, because we are sharers. And why waste money on two when you take pictures together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't realize this, but it will most likely be mine mostly...shhh. Don't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I was bored at work today and decided that I would like an easy list to reference when I am thinking about spending money on something I don't need and just save that for something I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an exam last night in my Sociology class and I probably failed because I didn't study. I had to finish late christmas presents and that was more important to me apparently. I really don't need to pass Sociology because I already have the credit for a Sociology class towards my AA, just taking it because I love the subject. Not like I don't want to pass either, I just didn't study for this one test ok, give me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to San Fransisco this weekend, I am uber excited. I plan to see so much and explore so much. Daniel and I really want to go to China Town because it is so awesome there. We are going to purchase lots of polaroid film for his Mamiya and take loads and loads of pictures around San Fransisco. I want to make magnets out of some that I take (I have been making magnets lately out of pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love trips with Daniel, especially ones with long drives because we get to listen to lots of music, zone out on the scenery, sing/dance in the car, stop a lot and take pictures, smile, and just enjoy each others company. I am happy he feels the same way I do about driving for a long time because then my ride would not be so fun. The longer the better, especially for listening to CD's that have 2 discs for one song or an 18min song. It's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait!!!!! I am getting myself super pumped. We leave friday afternoon. Pray that we have a safe trip there and back. Hopefully I'll get to post some pictures from there, but I am really lazy and usually never get around to doing so until months after. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-5656407245946900897?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/5656407245946900897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=5656407245946900897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5656407245946900897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/5656407245946900897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/nunthin-exciting.html' title='Nunthin exciting'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-52993727382975880</id><published>2009-01-12T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:35:57.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large format'/><title type='text'>Stumble</title><content type='html'>For some odd reason I stumble across things on the internet I have no intentions of finding. The same thing occurs when I look at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; I just find random things on there and I forget how I ended up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this randomly awesome website, where these people, &lt;a href="http://day19.com/v6"&gt;Jeremy &amp;amp; Claire Weiss&lt;/a&gt; have taken a whole lot of polaroids with a large format camera, on 4x5 polaroid film. They photographed artists, actors, photographers, models, skate boarders, athletes, and others. I don't know I found it pretty interesting. You can read more about the project &lt;a href="http://www.day19.com/v6/polaroidproject/polaroidprojectabout.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people that caught my eye were pictures of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0189144"&gt;David Cross&lt;/a&gt; (Arrested Development lovers?), &lt;a href="http://www.davidlynch.com/"&gt;David Lynch&lt;/a&gt;, and even &lt;a href="http://www.thesmell.org/"&gt;Jim Smith, founder of The Smell&lt;/a&gt; which is an LA venue, which show cases a lot of LA bands. It's a really great place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest portrait I saw though was that of &lt;a href="http://www.slashonline.com/"&gt;Slash&lt;/a&gt;. That guy just has ridiculous hair..sorry Mickey, I don't think Slash is a very cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you enjoy looking through those pictures because I did. If not, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I've been thinking of changing my blogger address from nay-ners to something else. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-52993727382975880?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/52993727382975880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=52993727382975880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/52993727382975880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/52993727382975880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/stumble.html' title='Stumble'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-879141035150977996</id><published>2009-01-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:48:46.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabbbing'/><title type='text'>If there is ever a time to spoil me...</title><content type='html'>...it would be to buy me one of these &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=15377111"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18529728"&gt;amazing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18916857"&gt;rings&lt;/a&gt; or this completely awesome &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=16442353"&gt;sushi necklace&lt;/a&gt; (each word is a link)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That jewelry is so well detailed. I wonder how they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I drank spoiled water. I didn't mean to drink it, but I used old water to mix with my soup...it tasted terrible and now I feel nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school monday and I already have an essay due next monday. Welcome to winter courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sliced my finger with a thick folder. I have never seen so much blood from a paper cut before, I was thinking that maybe I cut a vital vein, but it's just my thumb that was cut so that was ruled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rearranged my office because Christmas is officially over, I'd like to show you sometime, but I've been sort of too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this was supposed to be just a post about that cool jewelry, but I ended up kind of blabbing about my day, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from me in the future. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-879141035150977996?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/879141035150977996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=879141035150977996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/879141035150977996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/879141035150977996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-there-is-ever-time-to-spoil-me.html' title='If there is ever a time to spoil me...'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8996770236404079686</id><published>2009-01-07T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:28:31.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Endangering my life</title><content type='html'>Just a really quick post to say that I am so lucky to be alive today. I fell asleep while driving to work and swerved into on coming traffic on a two lane high way.....I woke up just in time to see a white car headed right toward me and swerved back into my lane. I think it was a few inches from actually hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been way too stressed out lately and overwhelmed with everything going on in my life right now it's making my body and mind so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me that this doesn't happen again. I'm really terrifiedd of being seriously injured on one of my drives to work. It's times like these that make me wish I had no stress, no bills, no job. I just wish I could go to school fulltime and just worry about getting good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, It's the path I've chosen and I know I will make it to the end. I think I'll be the little engine that could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does anyone know what I can do that might keep me awake while driving? I've been to sleep earlier, I've blasted music, I try to drink icy water the whole time, I chew on gum to keep myself busy, but those only work for a while. I am so scared. Today was one of the worst mornings ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8996770236404079686?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8996770236404079686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8996770236404079686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8996770236404079686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8996770236404079686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/endangering-my-life.html' title='Endangering my life'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6324070137270987089</id><published>2009-01-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:43:54.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>sorry...I've been absent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have a lot on my mind right now. I'll resume posts once my life and my mind feel less stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6324070137270987089?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6324070137270987089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6324070137270987089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6324070137270987089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6324070137270987089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3519325371998169468</id><published>2008-12-30T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:12:03.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bishop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Bishop, California</title><content type='html'>I love Bishop, it is absolutely beautiful. I love camping and smelling the fresh outdoors. I love all the mountains and trees and rocks. I love the small town. I love the freedom I feel camping with no one else around me. It feels like a second home. I hope that one day Daniel, Hazel, and I could camp all around the United States for a year. I know Daniel would love it, but I don't know about Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Hazel, and I went up to Bishop a couple of months ago and he checked out a camera from his school to take with us. He told me to take pictures, and so I did. After we got back from Bishop it made me want a digital camers so bad, this world is beautiful and I want to capture it all. (I don't want to be a photographer, that's Daniel's job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures of why I love Bishop so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the hidden streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/3094098185_4c887667a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3094940516_4527261efb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colorful sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/3094941402_941224fe96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the small town with a movie theatre that only shows two movies at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3094101073_8bb39750a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of the old buildings in Bishop, they are a lot of fun to take pictures of. They just look so amazing and beautiful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/3094942720_8abae26da8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/3094100623_74d940f175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the outdoors. The trees and the mountains. They are amazing and have wonderful colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/3094099999_15a97dfefd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/3096551781_a367edc998.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Daniel took this picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the company that comes with me most of all. They are one of the best parts of it all. I would not want to see all this beauty and keep it to myself. I am happy to be with Daniel and see everything together. Without him I never would have been to Bishop. Thanks love bug! And I love watcing Hazel run wild, I've never seen a more happier pup. It makes me feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3094939300_a450a74c62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's a beautiful town and a beautiful world. There is plenty more to see and I cannot wait to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to look at the bigger versions of these pictures (they make them look better), check them out &lt;a href= "http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/sets/72157610962378234"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on my flickr.&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/384256489734862820-3519325371998169468?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3519325371998169468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3519325371998169468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3519325371998169468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3519325371998169468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/bishop-california.html' title='Bishop, California'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/3094098185_4c887667a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7444400476536237705</id><published>2008-12-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:17:55.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><title type='text'>Slight Obsessions</title><content type='html'>So on Christmas day I did what a lot of families do, I went to the movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Daniel, my cousins(celina, richard, and melissa), a husband(celina's hubby raul), an uncle(david), my brother(bob), and my sister(brookie), but we didn't all stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ladies + Daniel went to see &lt;a href="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;, while the boys all went to see &lt;a href="http://www.mycityscreams.com/"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I totally loved the movie for some strange reason. I think the love story is just really intense and makes you want love like that. It also helps that the guy who plays Edward is super cute..I mean how could you resist this smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285336218531450978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVlJSbAS0GI/AAAAAAAAAes/d3HfEAEd0mo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I couldn't. So now I want to read all the books, watch all the movies, and be a totally Edward fan. I'm hooked. Who would have thought that &lt;a href= "http://p8.metroblog.com/pictures/715/13/3/313715_CJFTINIIUHOVOWK.jpg"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; would ever be as cute as the guy above? I didn't think so. I was proven wrong and now I am completely infatuated. Silly me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I enjoy Twilight so much because it's about vampires and I am sure I have never told anyone about my obsession's with vampire books. I've read all of the &lt;a href= "http://www.annerice.com/Bookshelf-VampireChronicles.html"&gt;Vampire Chronicles&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href= "http://www.annerice.com"&gt;Anne Rice&lt;/a&gt;. And I've really attempted to dress up as a vampire ever halloween, but I usually don't go through with it because I feel like a dork or failed at looking like one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here we go again back into the vampire books. What did I get myself into?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: Speaking of Obsessions, I am totally obsessed with &lt;a href= "http://www.sunglasshut.com/sgh/catalog.jsp?brandId=25#view=pdp&amp;amp;sku=511722"&gt;these sunglasses&lt;/a&gt;. Would anyone like to spend $100 dollars on me? Please?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-7444400476536237705?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7444400476536237705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7444400476536237705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7444400476536237705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7444400476536237705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/slight-obsessions.html' title='Slight Obsessions'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVlJSbAS0GI/AAAAAAAAAes/d3HfEAEd0mo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2884909575585529621</id><published>2008-12-28T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:46:42.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told anyone about how much I enjoy being at Kaitlin's apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I haven't I should tell you all about it...another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm at her apartment right now, why would I waste time blogging?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2884909575585529621?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2884909575585529621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2884909575585529621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2884909575585529621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2884909575585529621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-389862898821236062</id><published>2008-12-26T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:50:34.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The list</title><content type='html'>Top five presents this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch"&gt;Ipod Touch&lt;/a&gt; from my mommy and stepdad....can you say totally wickedly tight? I'm very sure you can....anyways, totally awesome right. My mom and stepdad always get me the number one gift. Their good and they listen to what I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284159110501677762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVUatt4YusI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7G2THocW098/s400/ipodtouch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href= "http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/easy_find?Ntk=title&amp;amp;Ntt=woman+devotional+bible&amp;amp;action=Search&amp;amp;kw=womens_devotional_bible&amp;amp;event=PPCSRC&amp;amp;p=1018818&amp;amp;cm_mmc=Google-_-Bibles-_-womens%20bibles-_-womens%20devotional%20bible&amp;amp;gclid=CNDGsZ6T35cCFQ0xawod_m-0Dg"&gt;Women's Devotional Bible&lt;/a&gt;, with my name engraved on the cover. This one was from Julie, she is the most thoughtful woman alive, and I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284198192320590290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVU-QlAHsdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/B233L9EZZrg/s400/10804_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A cute &lt;a href ="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=11803&amp;amp;pid=581439"&gt;Whisper thin striped turtleneck&lt;/a&gt;(hey that's what its called, I don't make these things up) from my love Daniel. I would have posted the amazing jacket he also bought from there, but I could not find the image. He picked it all out without my advice and I loved them so much. He knows me so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284198203053843666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVU-RM_IJNI/AAAAAAAAAek/wo4aiuBptnQ/s400/gp581439-00vliv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://adultswim.com/shows/homemovies"&gt;Home Movies: Season One&lt;/a&gt; from the very smart Andrew and Amy. I think the can hear my thoughts because I totally wanted Home Movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284198193627084130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVU-Qp3nNWI/AAAAAAAAAec/XaENPnolo20/s400/51NAADZG7QL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml;jsessionid=TELRL0SQP42IKCV0KRRQQAQ?id=P219329&amp;amp;categoryId=C19310"&gt;Harajuku Lovers Fragrance&lt;/a&gt; from my mommy, how does she make it on my list twice? Because she's the best mom who knows the perfect things to pick out. So this is Probably one of the cutest perfume bottles I've ever laid eyes on. I want them all. They are all so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284159110790111186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVUatu9J39I/AAAAAAAAAeE/4Wcw3KgnrrA/s400/music.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone else for all of my wonderful gifts. They were all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was so wonderful spending time with all of my family (that includes all you Schuberts). Everyone is so kind and giving and happy on that day and it brings so much warmth to my heart. Thanks everyone for making me so happy. I love you all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Day After Christmas!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-389862898821236062?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/389862898821236062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=389862898821236062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/389862898821236062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/389862898821236062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/list.html' title='The list'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVUatt4YusI/AAAAAAAAAeM/7G2THocW098/s72-c/ipodtouch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-266129839493602801</id><published>2008-12-25T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:08:06.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Guess who is blogging from an &lt;a href= "http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch"&gt;Ipod Touch&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-266129839493602801?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/266129839493602801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=266129839493602801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/266129839493602801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/266129839493602801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2020849762870442813</id><published>2008-12-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:40:04.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Oh My!</title><content type='html'>So the all of the DA's in my office are very amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave all of the secretarie's cards and each of them wrote how much they appreciate our hard work. First off, so sweet. It really feels wonderful to be appreciated at work. I've never had a job that treated me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off it was like getting a card from my grandma because there was 50 bucks in there! Totally unexpected. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. I love my co-workers. I love my bosses. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't forget to read the post below as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2020849762870442813?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2020849762870442813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2020849762870442813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2020849762870442813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2020849762870442813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my.html' title='Oh My!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3403633559246834328</id><published>2008-12-24T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:59:27.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm officially freaking out.</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS CHRISTMAS IS TOMORROW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the screaming up top, but I am so excited for tomorrow that I can hardly contain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to open presents, watch people open presents, laugh, play, and most of all hang out with family. Family is the main reason why I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off Daniel has some of his family down from Las Vegas, Nevada and it makes me super excited because they are so much fun. Also, his brother and sister are there. Then everyone's significant other is there too (boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband). So it's a full house, and it makes me feel all warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also excited to be spending time with my dad's side of the family tonight because I haven't for many many years, due to the fact that I am not a very good relative because I am too lazy to visit people. I've changed, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just really excited this Christmas. I've haven't been this excited in a very long time. It feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a lovely holiday and a Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3403633559246834328?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3403633559246834328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3403633559246834328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3403633559246834328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3403633559246834328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-officially-freaking-out.html' title='I&apos;m officially freaking out.'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7045461635373227103</id><published>2008-12-22T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:13:13.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>100 Posts</title><content type='html'>Today I reached my 100th post. It's pretty exciting for me. Having this blog helps me vent and share, which helps me out a lot. AND the comments everyone gives me always puts a smile on my face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, a lot has been going on in my life the past couple of weeks. We moved into our new office space at work. I moved into my dad's house a week ago.And I had a 5 day weekend due to being super sick, which is not a very fun 5 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Christmas is only 3 days away. It's making my stomach feel very uneasy, mostly because I am so excited plus also nervous if my presents will be ok for people. Sometimes I am afraid to see disappointed faces when they unwrap the gift I got them. We'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the Christmas spirit I decided to decorate my office a couple weeks ago, just never got around to posting about it until now. Sorry, I am lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I first came to this office, looked around at my cubicle, and thought...what am I going to do with all this space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282728461572555458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAFi_TgwsI/AAAAAAAAAck/vbdU5S_ltxA/s400/New+Office+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally naked. It just didn't feel like a second home, which honestly, it is. I spend 8 hours there, which is almost as much time as a spend at home on the week days. So, you have to make your office feel like your home away from home...or at least that's how I would like it to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I added a little bit at a time. Organized everything in the exact postion that I thought would be most reasonable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282728469808506258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAFjd_HZZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ToYKvEDPVcs/s400/New+Office+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a perfect fit for everything takes time. I think I have everything just where I want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282734685160723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVALNP-j0pI/AAAAAAAAAds/CyaQIiLIxv8/s400/New+Office+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282734672969647426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVALMij-xUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XhRYO1b3g9Q/s400/New+Office+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282734659659812818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVALLw-qz9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gXws3An8KWI/s400/New+Office+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282728489782678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAFkoZVEqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZITlmG0vrLc/s400/New+Office+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I felt it was time to bring on the christmas decorations. I bought a big package of construction paper, took out the red and green ones and began cutting strips so I could make paper garlands to string around my office. I also added a bright red christmas tree and a red gumball machine for my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282739281339928018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAPYyFEzdI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HfqvrnOuNgE/s400/New+Office+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282728504053367490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAFldjugsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uPlFJPnS2Yo/s400/New+Office+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282739273034089762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAPYTIzxSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PyCffEo627s/s400/New+Office+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282729084528164322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAGHP_s_eI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tSJpMJZKEyU/s400/New+Office+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282729084722819410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAGHQuHMVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/zhd9txeraOQ/s400/New+Office+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my office is finally perfect. Now that Christmas is almost here I need to think about the new decorations that need to come up. Out with the old, in with the New.....Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-7045461635373227103?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7045461635373227103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7045461635373227103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7045461635373227103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7045461635373227103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/100-posts.html' title='100 Posts'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SVAFi_TgwsI/AAAAAAAAAck/vbdU5S_ltxA/s72-c/New+Office+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-452052235915979773</id><published>2008-12-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:49:03.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>bleh.....</title><content type='html'>-Stuffy nose: check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sore throat: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Terrible tasting muccus, that just lines your throat making everything you eat or drink taste horrible!: check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I am getting sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell that I am sick by my lack of brain. I will prove this by showing you what I managed to bring to work with me today in my coat pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162984825316146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SUboQlqt4zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4HrkRFbi-NA/s400/COOKIES+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that is a house phone. How does one manage to bring that one to work? Easy, set off the alarm system to your dads house because you're totally not used to those types of things yet because you just moved in, freak out, grab the house phone, realize you don't know his work number, place in your pocket and fish for cell phone. Then you forget it's in there and figure out once your at work what that large object in your coat was the whole drive. FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I would really like to share my festive office with you, but I am lazy. And sick, bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to let everyone know that I really don't want to eat the cookies I decorated last night, for I would not like to ruin them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280167009283119650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SUbr618OmiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/9NKAG4POXZY/s400/COOKIES+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162969067438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SUboPq9vwSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QayLyaO0UKI/s400/COOKIES+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162977365020194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SUboQJ4CziI/AAAAAAAAAcE/34_FVSDO1x0/s400/COOKIES+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I offered them out to my employees. They seem to like them. I still haven't tried one yet. I just don't want to taste them while my throat is all gross. It wouldn't be very satisfying. Oh well, maybe tomorrow I will feel better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I NEED to since I am doing all of my christmas shopping tomorrow afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-452052235915979773?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/452052235915979773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=452052235915979773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/452052235915979773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/452052235915979773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/bleh.html' title='bleh.....'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SUboQlqt4zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4HrkRFbi-NA/s72-c/COOKIES+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1855122283494093343</id><published>2008-12-12T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:54:20.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Following in her footsteps.</title><content type='html'>On tuesday I went to a ceremony where they honor the people who have put, at the very least, 10 years into the LA County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and David were one of them. My mom beat David though by 10 more years. She's worked for the LA County for 30 years! I felt so proud when they said my mom's name and then I thought how beautiful she looked that day. I don't know why I think this, but my mom looks like an older version of &lt;a href="http://thisrecording.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/normal_parademagps06.jpg"&gt;Jenna Fischer&lt;/a&gt;. Call me crazy, but I just think she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I was really proud of my mom for her accomplishment. She started off as a silly little typist clerk like me and then became a boss of all the secretaries in her office. She has worked so hard and it has definitely paid off. I don't know how she does it with being a single mom with 3 really obnoxious kids. This is the lady who &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/3003860736/in/set-72157608653125148"&gt;purchased our nice and big house all on her own&lt;/a&gt;. I just don't think I would have the will power to do everything my mom has done. I love her and I am proud of how hard she works for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures from that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279039032019459602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SULqB7LxHhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tQBB0pH6_Wo/s400/december+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279039024663280498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SULqBfx6u3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/DOLZh8yGmqo/s400/december+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279039034669361042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SULqCFDjZ5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/SYA8DsG3DkU/s400/december+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279040130627525826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SULrB30V3MI/AAAAAAAAAbs/naJvGMxkz_I/s400/december+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats mom!!! I love you!&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/384256489734862820-1855122283494093343?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1855122283494093343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1855122283494093343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1855122283494093343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1855122283494093343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/following-in-her-footsteps.html' title='Following in her footsteps.'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SULqB7LxHhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tQBB0pH6_Wo/s72-c/december+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8906553625786326133</id><published>2008-12-11T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:52:44.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I will be proud.</title><content type='html'>Fall session of school is finally over with. I never thought that I would make it out alive, well...with passing grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I really doubt my capabilities. Maybe if I expect the worst outcome that when it actually happens it wont be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the last few days of school were slowly approaching I was totally frantic about if I would pass or fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Drawing final was fairly simple. All we had to do was put together a portfolio of all the work we have done throughout the semester (he only checked a few, never all). It was simple because I did every single project and the ones that I have turned in received an A+. I don't think I am super fantastic at drawing, but I am at following rules, so it to give me a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more worries about Art, I knew I had to get at least an A-(plus my teacher told Daniel and I we both had A's in the class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I had to do was go to my last class of English last night and oh boy was I panicked. First of all I haven't been in an English class for 3 years and secondly it was my very first really hard class that I have taken. All I thought about the whole entire semester was "I am so going to fail, I can't pass." It also didn't help that we only met once a week on wednesday for only 3 hours, when most classes meet two times a week for 3 hours each day. I felt like my brain was crammed for all the information I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had three finals to take. The first one, which was taken the week before, was a test on how much we have improved from the beginning of the semester (we had taken the same one when we first started the class). The second test was on comprehension and then after that we had to write an essay. That was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ended up grading both tests and told us what we got. I have never ever been great at taking tests. I am terrible, I always thought I would do good and end up with a D. So I definitely thought I would fail this class. Well I was completely wrong, both of my tests were an A+. I couldn't even believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may sound like I am bragging, but I am not, I am just really proud to be accomplishing something on my own and making myself proud. I feel like my life is finally going the way I want it to, with my rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, nothing could make me mad. I am the nerd with an A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I skipped while I walked to the photo lab to tell Daniel the great news. Yeah, I probably had a silly grin too with it. Nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8906553625786326133?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8906553625786326133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8906553625786326133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8906553625786326133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8906553625786326133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-be-proud.html' title='I will be proud.'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1073170211238481378</id><published>2008-12-09T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:28:50.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel'/><title type='text'>Is it love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3094097559_f006ed5436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3094097559_f006ed5436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely adore my Hazel girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on that another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1073170211238481378?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1073170211238481378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1073170211238481378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1073170211238481378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1073170211238481378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-love.html' title='Is it love?'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/3094097559_f006ed5436_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-4630444799238381815</id><published>2008-12-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:29:51.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok....So it's not quite Christmas yet, but it I sure felt it this last weekend. I donned red and green and smiled a lot. The only thing that wasn't like Christmas was that we didn't open presents. And who likes a Christmas without presents? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why was I all dressed up and smiley? Because we took family pictures for Christmas cards! It was actually really fun to be all Christmas looking, until my dad broke a &lt;a href="http://www.calumetphoto.com/item/CE1105"&gt;600 dollar strobe light&lt;/a&gt;. Then everyone was not so smiley, but it's a good thing that my dad is super positive and knows that it was just an accident and accidents happen. Even to the smartest people in the world. So we made it through, and the pictures turned out wonderful. Thanks Daniel, you are really awesome and you made my family super happy. Well, except for Bob who really hates getting up anytime before 2pm on the weekend. He wasn't so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures turned out perfect. It makes me laugh though. This is the definition of a LA Christmas, it looks like we took that picutre months before in the summer. Yeah, it really looks like that in December....yeah, it sucks. I know some people REALLY love that about LA, but I don't. I wish the temperature would drop...A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3087849165_06eb9f157b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, look at that palm tree.....in the "winter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next picture I totally love. The kids with our Dad, he's so cute. We all look really happy. I think my dad had just told us to think about pooping....which makes anyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/3087924013_bccfd01df0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one was taken in my room at my Dad's house. Perfect wall right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3088736028_44c484e890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, It was a lot of fun to take pictures. It made me even more excited that Christmas is just around the corner...it also means I should probably go shopping for presents soon...yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and if you would like to take a look at the other pictures that we took that day, they are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/sets/72157610838578358"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nay-ners/sets/72157610768654941"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-4630444799238381815?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/4630444799238381815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=4630444799238381815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4630444799238381815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/4630444799238381815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3087849165_06eb9f157b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8740270512709216183</id><published>2008-12-05T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:23:55.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I am here, in my cubicle, lovin life right now. I would write more, but I am busy setting my office space up. I can't wait to put up some Christmas decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have my own personal phone line and voicemail, so if you'd like to call me directly ever you should totally use that. OH MAN! I feel so legit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8740270512709216183?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8740270512709216183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8740270512709216183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8740270512709216183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8740270512709216183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2581228266516849605</id><published>2008-12-04T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:40:52.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>I have never seen anything quite as amazing as &lt;a href= "http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_3&amp;amp;listing_id=18068927"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on esty before. I love &lt;a href= "http://www.nbc.com/The_Office"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; oh so much. I am almost tempted to get that calendar....almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did purchase some really cute Christmas cards on etsy because some people don't get wrapped presents on christmas (mostly guys) because they usually get a girft certificate to a place they love. And I want it to have it be a cute Christmas card to hold it in. I would show you, but it might ruin the surprise...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to The Office, I have some wonderful news, and this has nothing to do with the show. It has to do with my new office that I have been hoping to move into for months and months and months...actually ever since I began working here, and it's only a few months away from a year. The great news is we move in tomorrow. I have been so excited all week setting up my future desk and taking pictures like a mad woman who has never seen a cubicle before. If you knew our working conditions as of now you would understand the excitement. My favorite co-worker ever, Krystle, is probably the most excited because she has never had a desk and has to borrow one whenever she can. Yesterday we both took over our supplies from our old desk to set up in our new desk, I had four boxes full and she had one sheet of paper. It's funny how much you lack when you don't have a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am so excited it feels like a dream. I would show you pictures of how I set everything up, but I don't have my cable to connect to the work computer, so no pictures, sorry. Mabye later. Oh man, I have so much space I don't know how I will use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go before I blab some more about how excited I am about cubicle's, who does that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2581228266516849605?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2581228266516849605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2581228266516849605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2581228266516849605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2581228266516849605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-261171048188777292</id><published>2008-12-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:31:58.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><title type='text'>What'da Know?</title><content type='html'>Guess who just learned that they had some bank fraud of over $600?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the second time this has happened to me. The worst part is, is that they have my pin number. The second worst part is my account is now closed and I have bills that I need to pay. My car payment, car insurance, and cell phone bill. They are all over $100. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully this will all work out just fine. Please pray that it does. I need all the help I can get. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-261171048188777292?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/261171048188777292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=261171048188777292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/261171048188777292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/261171048188777292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/whatda-know.html' title='What&apos;da Know?'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8943872979201330070</id><published>2008-12-01T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:02:05.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Wow That Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2758373676_055a6daf0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2758373676_055a6daf0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my bottom so isn't used to sitting for more than 6 hours at a time...I am in so much pain. And no matter which way I situate myself it doesn't seem to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news though. We should be moving to our snazzy new office sometime next week if everything runs smoothly and there isn't something they forgot to do last minute that it going to take anothrt three months to finish...yeah that would suck, but it wouldn't be the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats my future desk, it's huge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8943872979201330070?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8943872979201330070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8943872979201330070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8943872979201330070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8943872979201330070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-that-hurts.html' title='Wow That Hurts'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2758373676_055a6daf0f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-2454407482263521658</id><published>2008-12-01T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:33:28.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Here comes Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderfully long weekend. Friday felt like Sunday. So when I realized it was just Friday, I was pretty ecstatic. I also became really freaked out because Christmas is seriously 24 days away. Which also means I need to have everyone shopped for within 20 days. And why am I freaked out? Because I only have about 15% done....Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been receiving some wonderful advice from that boy I call my boyfriend. Well...advice on good stocking stuffers...for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently my cute boyfriend went down to a local car parts store recently and came across a few items he really liked:&lt;br /&gt;1. A tow hitch for his truck&lt;br /&gt;2. An American flag license plate frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ever so slightly mentioned these to me...and he wasn't very smooth about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he went through explaining them he whispered "stocking stuffer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hint right? He continued to say it a few more times in our conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have a million ideas on what to get Daniel for christmas, but none for anyone else. I have a lot to do. I need a Christmas miricle right about now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I put some more sites to check out on the right. They are all really amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-2454407482263521658?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/2454407482263521658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=2454407482263521658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2454407482263521658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/2454407482263521658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-comes-santa-claus.html' title='Here comes Santa Claus'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-7315694990162350980</id><published>2008-11-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:30:01.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey day'/><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!</title><content type='html'>Or what I like to say, Happy Turkey Day!!! Because that is the only thing on my mind today, turkey turkey turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I talked about yesterday, I am very thankful for my family. My whole BIG family. This also includes Daniel, we aren't officially family, but he is such a big part in my life, that it feels like we are one. And since I am my own family member, that makes Daniel mine...if that makes sense. Geeze, I am just talking nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am very thankful for Daniel because he saved me from making terrible mistakes in my life, which has turned me into who I am today. I have a sense of humor again, which I didn't really have before. I am no longer a mean person, which some people might doubt, but I was before. I care more about family and loved ones, which I never did before. I feel free and happy, which I never felt before. I am very thankful for Daniel, and all the joy he has brought into my life. He is the best friend I wish I would have had in high school and in that case, the boyfriend I wish I had in high school too. He's the complete and perfect package for me. And I am thankful that he is in my life. It also helps that Daniel's family is the bomb-diggity. I love that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I am very thankful for. Another really important one, because this whole holiday lies on this one person. Thank you everyone for making the food that I will consume today. Oh Thank you so very very much. It will make my belly so happy. You are the best people in the world and you deserve a gold medal of honor. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TURKEY DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-7315694990162350980?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/7315694990162350980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=7315694990162350980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7315694990162350980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/7315694990162350980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-1809940656422529984</id><published>2008-11-26T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:20:42.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>It's 8am and I becoming so excited I can hardly control it. You are probably wondering why, and it's really not something new, it's all because Thanksgiving is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love excuses for family to get together, and there is turkey involved? Count me in. I also love the fact that I have three Thanksgiving dinners to attend. Two on thursday (the official day) and one on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of my family (schuberts included) and I am so thankful to have them in my life. I think that is the major thing I am so thankful for this year. My family has become my very best friends and I care for every single one of them so so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Last weekend was incredibly awesome. Mostly because I went on a bike ride with my mom and Daniel. It was seriously difficult and my bottom still hurts. It was so much fun though, my mom is really fit, she kept up the whole time. Not that I doubted her, just stating a fact. If anyone has ever felt the muscle on her legs, you would know, they are solid as a rock (reminds me of Arrested Development).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways bike rides are the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have thursday and friday off this week and I will probably get off work at noon today, which is awesome. AND I only spent 1 and 1/2 days at work this week. AWESOME. Easiest week ever. Daniel says that it's really going to be hard for us when I am back to my regular routine of 5 days a week. He'll miss seeing me on fridays and mondays, and I'll miss sleeping in until 9:30am and not getting ready until noon. It's ok though, because I had three long weekends in a row and I feel very rested and ready to work my bottom off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!! I can't wait to stuff myself silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-1809940656422529984?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/1809940656422529984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=1809940656422529984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1809940656422529984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/1809940656422529984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-3830462966271195071</id><published>2008-11-20T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:29:04.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I have a five day weekend, starting tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super excited. First thing on my agenda, Sleep everyday until 12pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. I don't think I could sleep that long anyways...that's a lie, I totally can, but it's a waiste of such a long weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I have lots of plans for this weekend, mostly working on projects together. One thing I really want to do is watch Arrested Development with my Grandma because she absolutely loves that show and she needs lots of love and attention right now. I also want to see my Pops &amp; Diana &amp; Diego because I miss them and I haven't seen them in weeks. I am going to convince my dad to cook us his famous salmon, it's delish. Great fact about my dad, he is seriously an amazing cook. Everything he makes is delicous. I used to love breakfast at his house, blueberry pancakes and french toast we're a must have every weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am excited to spend time with family this weekend. It's one of my favorite activities, it beings so much happiness to my days. I definitely need to see Diana &amp; Diego before they take off to Columbia for a month. They are leaving sometime early December. I've already told my dad that I will take care of him while they are gone, especially on Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas, I don't have anyone's presents ready. I know what I am giving my mom, brooke, dad, diana, and diego...oh and I have a million ideas for Daniel, but I must stick to one. I just haven't done anything about it yet. I just keep racking my brain thinking of what to get everyone. I'm trying to think of their personalities, which I think I am pretty perceptive. I hear everything people say they like and really pay attention. It's a strange habit, but I think I know almost everything people like. Any ways, I am still really excited to get it all done. I love when people get presents, it makes me super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off now to relax for five days. See Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-3830462966271195071?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/3830462966271195071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=3830462966271195071&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3830462966271195071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/3830462966271195071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-8939960649493342091</id><published>2008-11-18T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:21:00.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are strange these days</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go back to work today, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 6am, showered, but while I was in the shower I just became really upset. I am still healing, it's just too hard for me to face work just yet. I will tomorrow. I just need family and friends just one more day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll be ready tomorrow. I feel like I haven't worked in such a long time. It's been exactly a week. I think my depression also has something to do with the fact that it's just really nice to be with all of my family, but my aunt, uncle, and cousins all left for San Fransisco yesterday. I really miss them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish that they didn't live so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that everything in my life is great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share something really awesome that my next door neighbor has been &lt;a href= "http://flahertyfamily.typepad.com/unique_like_everyone_else/2008/11/extra-baggage.html"&gt;working on&lt;/a&gt;. It's so awesome, and so is she. They are great neighbors and really easy to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all. Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-8939960649493342091?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/8939960649493342091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=8939960649493342091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8939960649493342091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/8939960649493342091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-are-strange-these-days.html' title='Things are strange these days'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-20423730998139088</id><published>2008-11-15T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:47:57.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat tire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bishop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Staying positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SR-VpZILV6I/AAAAAAAAAas/npmGpXLTX6I/s1600-h/3032992665_dc0e9cb5d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SR-VpZILV6I/AAAAAAAAAas/npmGpXLTX6I/s400/3032992665_dc0e9cb5d2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269094627399128994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Daniel and I got a flat tire while up here in Bishop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just now got it all settled out and now we are going to head back up to camp in a little while to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day went a little bit different than we had expected, but it was still a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SR-VpDn2p1I/AAAAAAAAAak/odB6eYDZQKI/s1600-h/3032992483_1f016f4eb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SR-VpDn2p1I/AAAAAAAAAak/odB6eYDZQKI/s400/3032992483_1f016f4eb8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269094621626410834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the slash on the top of the tire? That was our problem that changed our plans. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Bishop has been so wonderful so far. Even with a flat tire, nothing can ruin how much fun I have up here. Took a lot of wonderful pictures, can't wait to post them. Hopefully soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. We get perfect interenet at Shelia's house for some reason....weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-20423730998139088?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/20423730998139088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=20423730998139088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/20423730998139088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/20423730998139088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/staying-positive.html' title='Staying positive'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SR4KGJT-m_Y/SR-VpZILV6I/AAAAAAAAAas/npmGpXLTX6I/s72-c/3032992665_dc0e9cb5d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-9071104453577857184</id><published>2008-11-13T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:23:41.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad news'/><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>My Grandfather past away last night at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the phone ringing and a knew right away that it had to be bad news. No one ever calls that late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never lost someone so close to my heart before. I didn't know how I would react when I thought about it before. I am just happy that my mom was there first to hold me while I cried. And I am so happy that Daniel came back to my house to comfort me all night. His arms give me the most comfort in the world, I feel so safe with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I visited with my grandfather a few days before. I am really going to miss him. He was such a sweet man. And he was so wonderful and helpful to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to Bishop, but I am leaving tonight instead. Some people might think that it's selfish, but I am really hurting inside and I need to be away to think things through. I hope no one gets upset with me, it's just my way of grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else has a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-9071104453577857184?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/9071104453577857184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=9071104453577857184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9071104453577857184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/9071104453577857184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384256489734862820.post-6705455873979095489</id><published>2008-11-12T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:16:22.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Approximately 44hrs. until we leave for Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly keep it together because I am so excited to get away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/384256489734862820-6705455873979095489?l=nay-ners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/feeds/6705455873979095489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=384256489734862820&amp;postID=6705455873979095489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6705455873979095489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/384256489734862820/posts/default/6705455873979095489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nay-ners.blogspot.com/2008/11/approximately-44hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15675294299195395132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ed-3pq89QN4/TacS_ogmZgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/pBBlvwzA1Gk/s220/AV011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
