tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68692342542372972872011-07-08T08:22:29.110-07:00jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-55459212770799510852010-01-29T06:53:00.001-08:002010-01-29T06:54:36.926-08:00you can now follow our family at:<br /><br /><a href="http://bryanandjennifer.blogspot.com/">http://bryanandjennifer.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />love,<br />jen and bry<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-5545921277079951085?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-58414926526205398312010-01-17T14:19:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.267-08:00the quote above we will get to later.<br /><br />most of you know that our honeymoon was a secret to me the entire time we were engaged. bryan made it his mission to make sure that i had no idea where we were going, how we would get there, etc. i was completely clueless. i tired relentlessly to get it out of him. to no avail i came up empty handed with no answer.<br /><br />i started to get really stressed out about it about a month and a half before the big day. i am an A-type personality. so i love to make a list of things that i pack and things that i need to pick up, etc. i am pretty anal and i usually make a list of each outfit and the different outfit combinations i can make for the trip with the clothes in the suitcase.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">not to mention the fact that i didn't know if i should pack for a cold environment or a warm beachy environment. i was going crazy. packing for a cruise for example is different than packing for a resort stay. packing for the mountains is different than the city. sigh. you can see my predicament.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">so fast forward day of the wedding. still had no idea where i was going on my first vacation as a wife. we made it all the way until the wedding reception. occasionally a guest here or there would ask where we were going. i covered my ears and sang to myself while bryan shared the destination. i was being good about it.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/S1y_mXeErTI/AAAAAAAABuE/vzVs5rr-zHU/s1600-h/_MG_1171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/S1y_mXeErTI/AAAAAAAABuE/vzVs5rr-zHU/s320/_MG_1171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430425916558060850" border="0" /></a>tess. courtney. annie.<br /></div><br />we had found sometime between waves of guest to walk around and chat with some friends. bryan's wonderful friends from utah came all the way down to help celebrate. annie, tess, and courtney. we chatted and exchanged short stories. annie then asked me if i was excited for our honey moon. i said yes. and she replied "cruises are so much fun."<br /><br />i didn't really know what to say. i had a few things running through my head all at once: "are we going on a cruise? where are we going on a cruise? i wonder if i've cruised there before? do i have the right clothes for a cruise? oh my i don't think i have..." i guess my face gave away all the questions going through my head.<br /><br />then court said..."i don't think she knew about that annie." oops. it was great =). that was followed by bryan "oh yeah did i mention we're going on a crusie?" we all just laughed. it was great. annie felt bad, but didn't need to. no big deal. i was bound to find out soon enough... he only had a 12 hour time frame by then.<br /><br />thanks girls for coming down... and easing my anxiety (i repacked my suitcase at my parent's house that night before we left).<br /><br />according to annie... 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Please do not use them for any other purpose than your viewing pleasure. thanks.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-6670157418795045520?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-42483772281183106602010-01-15T23:08:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.274-08:00these images are copy righted by Bridgette Marie Photography. 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Please do not use them for any other purpose than your viewing pleasure. thanks.<br /><br />decor was done by my wonderful mother.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4646073390816082139?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-34954738351174728492009-12-14T22:03:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.278-08:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjnlee5%2Falbumid%2F5415331435954392305%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJCxltDXuKmGeA%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="267"></embed><br /><br />these images are copy righted by Bridgette Marie Photography. 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WONDERFUL photographer. and FUN to work with.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bridgettemarie.com/blog/2009/12/wedding-photos-that-rock-arizona-wedding-photographer/">Click Here</a><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7071308035224969974?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-9181676894609271162009-12-13T21:33:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.283-08:00Here is a slide show that was put together by our great photographer! We will post more pictures as soon as we can!<br /><a href="http://www.bridgettemarie.com/bluthwedding/"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bridgettemarie.com/bluthwedding/">Our Wedding Slide Show</a><br /></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-918167689460927116?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-4273077410358340942009-11-27T18:33:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.284-08:00<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">i know i have been a complete slacker when it came to blogging about how we got engaged! forgive me please. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bry's</span> version of this story is much better than me seeing as there is a little background information about events i had no idea about before the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">engagement</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'll</span> have him blog about it to. and don't worry it will be a great deal shorter than what i write (girl vs. guy).<br /><br />it was august 13<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>. about 2:00 pm. the fourth day of the kindergarten year. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mary</span> our secretary comes in the room. we are in the middle of a math lesson on using <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">unifix</span> cubes as math tools. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> teaching one to one correspondence (one cube to one letter in our name). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mary</span> nicely let's me that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">marianne</span> (our principal) would like to see me. apparently i am needed in the office for a parent emergency. she let's me know that it must be solved before the end of the day.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'm</span> thinking... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">OMGosh</span> (that's for you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bry</span>) what could have possibly gone wrong. its only the fourth day of school and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">i'm</span> already having parental problems?!?!? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">i'm</span> new at this school. did i do something wrong? did i yell at someone? did i forget something in the beginning of the year packets?!? AH! "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ok</span> kids, play with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">unifix</span> cubes. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">i'll</span> be right back. listen to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">mrs</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">mary</span>. and if you are good i will give you class points when i get back."<br /><br />*****%%*$#$ this is me trying not to freak out on my way to the office. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">i'm</span> going through every minute of the last four days in my head. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">i'm</span> telling myself it's really nothing. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">i'm</span> fine. i haven't done anything wrong. what could this parent possibly be that upset about that it couldn't wait until after school? is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">marianne</span> just giving me a heads up so when i take the kids out i don't get eaten alive? going through the kids that go to parent pick up. nope no issues yet....<br /><br />... enter the office. wow that was the longest walk to the office i have ever had. when i get there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">i'm</span> directed to patty's office. phew, at least its only the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">assistant</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">principal's</span> office. can't be that bad right? patty is on the phone. i can hear the operator on the other end letting her know that the number she just dialed is no longer in service and to hang up and try again. she let's me know that there has been an issue with the little ones that have heart <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">conditions</span> in our school and that she'll be with me shortly.<br /><br />i continue to go through every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">scenario</span> i can in my head. the office seems to be in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">hustle</span> every where i look. grace is answering the phones which seem to be ringing off the hook. patty is coming in and out of the office with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">lorriane</span> the school nurse tracking down emergency cards and health records. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">i'm</span> not sure what is going on but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">i'm</span> sweating and getting hot.<br /><br />after what seemed like forever... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">mary</span> came back in. she let me know that she is having management problems in my room. knowing my class, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">i'm</span> not surprised at this point. once again it's only the fourth day of kindergarten. they still get out of their chairs whenever they want, talk out like they are the only other person in the room besides me, amongst many other things. sigh. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">i'm</span> coming. patty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">i'll</span> be back in just a sec."<br /><br />as we walk back to my room, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">mary</span> hands me a big blue note and says that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">i'm</span> going to need this as i walk back. "what?" read the note. duh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">jen</span>. so i read the note as i walk to my room (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">i'll</span> have to add a picture of the note later):<br /><br /></div>"As you return to class, Miss Lee,<br />Don't be surprised to see,<br />All your students lined up in a queue,<br />They have important question for you!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">uh, still confused. i finished the note as i got to the door way. at this point <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">i'm</span> thinking that this is some sort of initiation for the school. they are "family" like so i was thinking that this was something they do to new teacher. boy was i wrong!<br /><br />when i looked up i saw all my kids holding these giant letters above their heads:<br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMDk20HFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2hDl9h7LM6M/s1600/IMG_4748.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMDk20HFI/AAAAAAAAA7k/2hDl9h7LM6M/s400/IMG_4748.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">bryan</span> and his family had constructed all these lovely letters during the week. during the week <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">bry</span> had been making excuses about not hanging out. i wasn't sure what was up but i was bugged at the time. he said he was getting stuff for his mom's birthday. i kept offering to help, but he nicely refused all my offers. humph. fine. there was a point during the week in which the surprise was almost blown when i ran into his sister and brother in law at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">joann's</span> while they were on the hunt for all the supplies to make the letters. i had no idea but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">bry</span> and his mom were also in the store. they had seen me and hid behind fabric until they could escape unseen.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMD80GaRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/oRbOXnhl6HU/s1600/IMG_4755.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMD80GaRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/oRbOXnhl6HU/s400/IMG_4755.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>... back to my room. the little ones were so cute. i saw court standing there helping the little one hold up the "MRS." and there was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">bry</span> holding the question mark. in the corner was his mom holding the video camera. yes, there is video. at first i had no idea what it said. all i could say was "that is so cute, how cute. oh my gosh how cute." i re-read what they said and i shouted out "YES!" ...about 3 times! haha. feeling really sheepish i realized that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">bryan</span> hadn't asked me anything yet. way to go jen.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMEA0qw_I/AAAAAAAAA70/7bUzSiWD7qc/s1600/IMG_4757.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMEA0qw_I/AAAAAAAAA70/7bUzSiWD7qc/s400/IMG_4757.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">bry</span> came over with the question mark and pulled the ring box out of the dot of the questions mark. he asked me if i would marry him and opened up the ring box. there inside was the most perfect ring i have ever seen. he had taken the pictures i had shown him and designed my ring and had it custom made. it was perfect!!!!!!! i said yes of course! how could i refuse such a great guy and the perfect ring? hello. we hugged. i almost cried. i remember being really hot and kind of flustered because everyone was watching.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMETFNYhI/AAAAAAAAA78/krJN702ZlLM/s1600/IMG_4758.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SxCMETFNYhI/AAAAAAAAA78/krJN702ZlLM/s400/IMG_4758.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">my kids were so excited! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">robyn</span> (my mother-in-law) video taped all the kids and asked them some questions. we'll have to post that as soon as we get a chance to breath. it was cute. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">bry</span> also got all the kids a pair of zoo animal scissors for helping him ask me to marry him. best quote from that part "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">i've</span> always wanted a collection of scissors." love it. the kids LOVED their scissors. <br /><br />after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">bry</span> read them a story and we packed up to go home. perfect way to start the year.<br /><br />that night we celebrated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">robyn's</span> birthday at Nick's. yummy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">italian</span> food. we got engaged on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">robyn's</span> birthday. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">courtney</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">austin</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">bry's</span> sister and brother-in-law) had gotten engaged on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">steve's</span> (my father-in-laws) birthday. so it seemed fitting. to be honest it just happened to work out that way. and were happy it did!<br /></div> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-427307741035834094?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-15367458614967431312009-11-27T17:53:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.287-08:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjnlee5%2Falbumid%2F5408964542397322289%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1536745861496743131?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-21396368984568329412009-11-27T13:06:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.288-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Check out some cute pictures from the wedding day!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bridgettemarie.com/blog/2009/11/jennifer-and-brian-get-hitched-and-have-some-pizza-i-arizona-wedding-photographer/">Bridgette Marie Photography Blog</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-2139636898456832941?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-90845268201777943112009-11-27T13:04:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:07.289-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">here is a taste of some of wedding pictures to come! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bridgettemarie.com/blog/2009/11/jennifer-and-brian-get-hitched-and-have-some-pizza-i-arizona-wedding-photographer/">Bridgette Marie Photography Blog</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-9084526820177794311?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-13453012739347683532009-10-26T22:11:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:07.289-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/engagements/?albumview=slideshow">click here</a></div><br />courtesy of bridgette maire photography<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1345301273934768353?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-64911057002302310072009-10-24T19:28:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:07.290-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SuO5XGsKTLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-vQOPRsz4oE/s1600-h/_MG_9629web-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SuO5XGsKTLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-vQOPRsz4oE/s400/_MG_9629web-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396360585103953074" border="0" /></a>picture is courtesy of bridgette marie photography<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></div><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-6491105700230231007?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-72570069762561460742009-10-13T08:56:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:07.291-08:00Here is where we are registered:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/regHome.asp?order_num=-1">Bed Bath and Beyond # 11326230</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/Gift-Registry/Guest/ViewRegistry.aspx?grid=4378447">Crate and Barrel # 4378447</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.target.com/registry/wedding/1HZNX0CW9Y2HW">Target</a><br /><br />Dottie's Kitchen (coming soon)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7257006976256146074?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-80700064626093149202009-10-13T08:23:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:07.292-08:00<div align="center">Here is his version of how we met. It can also be found on our wedding site:<br /><a href="http://bryanandjennifer.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning-his-story.html">the beginning: his</a><br /><br /></div><div align="left">the beginning: his story<br /><br />My side of the story…<br /><br />There I was breaking my neck trying to keep up with all the new names being read over the pulpit. You see, the first Sunday of a new ward is like a squirrel in the fall gathering his winter’s supply of acorns…it’s nuts! Prime scheming time. There had to have been 50 names read that day. For those of you that have ever been in that situation before you know how awkward it can be to be introduced in front of 300 people…inner monologue ‘Smile. Don’t make eye contact with anybody, especially Cute Girl sitting next to Handsome Guy. Hands in the pockets or at my side? In the pockets for sure. Take a quick peek at Cute Girl, check Handsome Guy, sup dude. I wonder if the people behind me have noticed my male patterned baldness. Okay pal read the next name already!’ But how entertaining it is when you’re not the one being introduced! I couldn’t keep up with how many there were. Every guy knows that’s the time to scope out the babes without being too obvious. After about 25 names and feeling like I was center court at Wimbledon, this cute little Asian girl stood up named Lee. With a flower in her hair she smiled, that was it. I didn’t catch her last name but I didn’t care. I knew all I needed to know. Lee was cute and she was the one.<br /><br />It would take me a few weeks to muster up the courage to talk to her. I remember one night pointing her out to one of my friends, ‘there’s that cute little Asian girl, I think her name is Lee.’ He told me that if I didn’t go talk to her, he would. Something about the thought of approaching her made me nervous. I didn’t want to mess up my chances by saying something stupid. Finding the right opportunity was the hard part. She was always talking to guys, always. Not just one, but two or three at a time.<br /><br />My ‘right’ opportunity came during a game of knockout. She was towards the back of the line and her arms were full of mixing bowls, if any of you reading this know Jen that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Without even thinking of anything to say after, I stuck out my hand and said ‘Hi. I’m Bryan.’ Now this was stupid for 3 reasons. 1. Her arms were full which made it difficult to shake my hand. 2. Who shakes hands? 3. I was in the middle of an intense game of knockout, nearly lost my place in line, and pretty much just left her hanging as I got back in the game. I know you’re thinking ‘heaven forbid you lose your spot in a knockout line for talking to the girl of your dreams!’ Come on, I’m pretty competitive as Jen can attest. I’m still working on that…Needless to say that didn’t make me feel like I made a good first impression and I drove home that night convinced that I had blown it.<br /><br />After a few random but seemingly pre-planned sightings I started to regain my confidence in talking to the cute little Asian girl. The brief moments we had let me know that I still had a chance with her. I wanted to ask Jen out and I knew I had to do it quick. The problem was how.<br /><br />I was under a lot of pressure from the other woman in my life, my mother. It was Christmas time and I wanted to host a dinner party for my friends and the Santa’s Little Helper of their choice. For two weeks straight my mom and I did something every day like working on the menu, decorating, and ironing the table cloths. She goes all out. Putting so much time into party prep I had neglected all social activities and had still not asked Jen to be my little helper. I was warned if I didn’t ask her soon then I might be too late.<br /><br />I found out Miss Lee was going to a certain Classy Christmas party and thought that would provide a great opportunity to ask her. So I did all could to look classy and headed to the party. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to ask her out and it was making me kind of nervous, especially when I found out she was running late. I just wanted to get it over with! My friends wanted to leave but Jen still hadn’t shown up and I couldn’t let another day go without asking her. Enter Christmas Wish List. On the back wall of the party hung a giant wish list upon which several people had written out there heart’s desires to be wrapped up under the tree. I grabbed a marker and went to town, ‘Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a date with Jen Lee!’ and included my phone number instead of my name. Suspense! I was quite proud of my wish and anxiously awaited the response.<br /><br />Merry Christmas! She said yes!<br /><br />The next six days were a very long six days. Garland strung with lights and cranberries in vases occupied any and all free time. I just wanted to see Jen. I knew she liked to cook so I asked her to come over the night before to help. It was great and only made me more excited for the dinner party. Jen gives great details about the food prep night and the party so I’ll spare you the repetition. The party was fantastic, no detail went unnoticed, and the date…well, let’s just say Christmas came a few days early last year! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8070006462609314920?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-6934540098551785292009-10-10T20:59:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:07.294-08:00My side of the story…<br /><br />There I was breaking my neck trying to keep up with all the new names being read over the pulpit. You see, the first Sunday of a new ward is like a squirrel in the fall gathering his winter’s supply of acorns…it’s nuts! Prime scheming time. There had to have been 50 names read that day. For those of you that have ever been in that situation before you know how awkward it can be to be introduced in front of 300 people…inner monologue ‘Smile. Don’t make eye contact with anybody, especially Cute Girl sitting next to Handsome Guy. Hands in the pockets or at my side? In the pockets for sure. Take a quick peek at Cute Girl, check Handsome Guy, sup dude. I wonder if the people behind me have noticed my male patterned baldness. Okay pal read the next name already!’ But how entertaining it is when you’re not the one being introduced! I couldn’t keep up with how many there were. Every guy knows that’s the time to scope out the babes without being too obvious. After about 25 names and feeling like I was center court at Wimbledon, this cute little Asian girl stood up named Lee. With a flower in her hair she smiled, that was it. I didn’t catch her last name but I didn’t care. I knew all I needed to know. Lee was cute and she was the one.<br /><br />It would take me a few weeks to muster up the courage to talk to her. I remember one night pointing her out to one of my friends, ‘there’s that cute little Asian girl, I think her name is Lee.’ He told me that if I didn’t go talk to her, he would. Something about the thought of approaching her made me nervous. I didn’t want to mess up my chances by saying something stupid. Finding the right opportunity was the hard part. She was always talking to guys, always. Not just one, but two or three at a time.<br /><br />My ‘right’ opportunity came during a game of knockout. She was towards the back of the line and her arms were full of mixing bowls, if any of you reading this know Jen that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Without even thinking of anything to say after, I stuck out my hand and said ‘Hi. I’m Bryan.’ Now this was stupid for 3 reasons. 1. Her arms were full which made it difficult to shake my hand. 2. Who shakes hands? 3. I was in the middle of an intense game of knockout, nearly lost my place in line, and pretty much just left her hanging as I got back in the game. I know you’re thinking ‘heaven forbid you lose your spot in a knockout line for talking to the girl of your dreams!’ Come on, I’m pretty competitive as Jen can attest. I’m still working on that…Needless to say that didn’t make me feel like I made a good first impression and I drove home that night convinced that I had blown it.<br /><br />After a few random but seemingly pre-planned sightings I started to regain my confidence in talking to the cute little Asian girl. The brief moments we had let me know that I still had a chance with her. I wanted to ask Jen out and I knew I had to do it quick. The problem was how.<br /><br />I was under a lot of pressure from the other woman in my life, my mother. It was Christmas time and I wanted to host a dinner party for my friends and the Santa’s Little Helper of their choice. For two weeks straight my mom and I did something every day like working on the menu, decorating, and ironing the table cloths. She goes all out. Putting so much time into party prep I had neglected all social activities and had still not asked Jen to be my little helper. I was warned if I didn’t ask her soon then I might be too late.<br /><br />I found out Miss Lee was going to a certain Classy Christmas party and thought that would provide a great opportunity to ask her. So I did all could to look classy and headed to the party. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to ask her out and it was making me kind of nervous, especially when I found out she was running late. I just wanted to get it over with! My friends wanted to leave but Jen still hadn’t shown up and I couldn’t let another day go without asking her. Enter Christmas Wish List. On the back wall of the party hung a giant wish list upon which several people had written out there heart’s desires to be wrapped up under the tree. I grabbed a marker and went to town, ‘Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a date with Jen Lee!’ and included my phone number instead of my name. Suspense! I was quite proud of my wish and anxiously awaited the response.<br /><br />Merry Christmas! She said yes!<br /><br />The next six days were a very long six days. Garland strung with lights and cranberries in vases occupied any and all free time. I just wanted to see Jen. I knew she liked to cook so I asked her to come over the night before to help. It was great and only made me more excited for the dinner party. Jen gives great details about the food prep night and the party so I’ll spare you the repetition. The party was fantastic, no detail went unnoticed, and the date…well, let’s just say Christmas came a few days early last year!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-693454009855178529?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-83010597492097342642009-10-07T22:01:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:07.295-08:00California Reception Site Map: (address can also be found along the right side of the home page)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=1510+Taber+St,+Corona,+CA+92881&sll=33.579731,-111.826401&sspn=0.135291,0.22007&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=1510+Taber+St,+Corona,+Riverside,+California+92881&ll=33.840772,-117.536092&spn=0.01686,0.027509&z=15">Click Here</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Arizona Reception Site Map: (address can also be found along the right side of the home page)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=13443+E+Cannon+Dr,+Scottsdale,+AZ+85259&sll=33.840772,-117.536092&sspn=0.01686,0.027509&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=13443+E+Cannon+Dr,+Scottsdale,+Maricopa,+Arizona+85259&ll=33.58043,-111.790368&spn=0.067645,0.110035&z=13">Click Here</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8301059749209734264?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-2179948082595412112009-10-03T17:59:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.429-08:00<div align="center">Here is our beginning according to yours truly:</div><div align="center"><a href="http://bryanandjennifer.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-story-hers.html">Our Story: Hers</a></div><br /><br />So I guess some would think that our story started with the letter to Santa requesting a date with me as the one thing they wanted for Christmas. But little do most know that my side of the story started a month or so before that.<br /><br />I started to attend the Scottsdale 3rd Ward in September of 2008. The first week I was contacted by the executive secretary to meet with the bishop. That night I met with the bishop. The following Sunday I met with one of his counselors to receive a calling. My calling: FHE leader. Little did I know at the time that this would be a tool in meeting my future husband! I tell you it was divinely inspired.<br /><br />A month or so later I started seeing a guy in the ward. He shall remain nameless (not for any reason, just because). I remember seeing Bry at an FHE activity and just loving his smile. I couldn’t stop staring at his perfectly straight teeth. I was mesmerized. Me being the insecure person, I know we all are sometimes, thought that he wouldn’t want anything to do with me. So I focused on Nameless Guy (I hope you aren’t offended if you are reading this).<br /><br />One ward FHE, I was talking to Nameless Guy and setting up a date when I looked up and saw Bry playing shoot out with some guys in the ward. I can’t remember if he bumped into me or what but I remember trying to play it cool and ask him “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” I knew his name. haha. But it was an excuse to talk to him. “Bryan.” Right. Bryan. Well to make a long story short Nameless Guy moved back to Utah suddenly and that was that.<br /><br />So I set out on a new mission. I wanted to meet this boy with the perfect smile and I was about to use my church calling to do it. I was feeling a need for a change and decided to change my hair. So Monday night after returning from Utah I went to work in Tom and Ashley’s bathroom. I came out sassy black and blonde panels.<br /><br />I was in a sassy mood and gave sassiness to Bry that night at FHE. That is when I found out the horrible news. The news that made me re-think this whole mission. I found out that night that Bryan was a Ute. A Ute, that is right. He had attended the one school that really got me going. How was this ever supposed to work? That night I also told him that we couldn’t be friends. Wow did I eat those words right up.<br /><br />I continued to concoct different ways and different activities to have our groups combine for FHE. Annie please don’t hate me for doing this! Corrine, bless her heart, came up with the best activity yet and she didn’t even know it! Our groups combined to go to the Tempe Symphony at Gammage Theater at ASU. I had most of the tickets for the event that night. We all gathered outside of the theater. I waited. I over heard someone mention that Bryan was running late and that he had a couple of friends with them. I volunteered to wait outside for them with tickets. I made sure to have a set to give that was in our section. Haha. Lame I know.<br /><br />Well…. Everyone basically ended up waiting outside. Bryan arrived. I chickened out in trying to sit next to him and moved across the row and took a seat. Chris, Jeff, and Dave had fun eating all the candy we could find in my purse. If you know me, you know I always have snacks during activities (i.e. church, movies, football games, etc.). I looked down the row and there bry is sitting next to a really cute girl. I was kind of bummed.<br /><br />Then it happened. I was set on not liking her just because she was where I wanted to be. Haha. Real mature. When I got a “pssst.” I looked down and the girl said, “Jen I just LOVE your shoes… where did you get them?” I couldn’t hate her then. My lovely zebra shoes! MacKenzie is a doll and I love her.<br /><br />During the second act I got a nice little note on the back of the program letting me know how lame BYU was. And that the Utes this and the Utes that. We started passing notes back and forth. It was really fun to get saucy with him about the rivalry and have it all be in good fun. I started to like him more and more as the night progressed and his sense of humor started to come out. I don’t think I heard a single song that night. I was too busy listening to the wheels turn in my head about what to do next.<br /><br />Finally it was over. We all proceeded outside to visit. And enter The Other Guy. The Other Guy and I started chatting about playing tennis. Any time I got the chance I tried to include Bryan in the conversation or at least try to send the message of who I really wanted to talk to. It ended up being helpful to us getting together—The Other Guy. He asked for my phone number to get together and play tennis. And so did Bry. I didn’t get his number though. Just The Other Guy’s. Great. Sigh. I tried to keep the evening going by suggesting we all head to the I hop across the street for a snack. Strike. No such luck.<br /><br />Oh well. That was fun while it lasted. Or was it just starting? Obviously that question is already answered by the fact that this site even exists. Back Story: Bry had gone out with my now roommate, who wasn’t my roommate at the time that we lived together. That will come into play later. Keep that in the back of your mind.<br /><br />I was pleasantly surprised to get a text a few days later during lunch from a number that I didn’t recognize. “IT IS HIM!” I remember my stomach dropping. I was so excited. We text back and forth for some time. And later he sent out one of his witty and clever text to the tennis group that he coordinated. The message said that I should come and play tennis and that I should invite this other roommate to come with me. Now, I’m thinking, “Great he is totally using me to get back with her.” I didn’t want any part of that. When I got home I asked her if she wanted to come. She declined the offer and said that I should go anyways.<br /><br />My wonderful sister offered the best advice to me as I was discussing the situation with her. I will forever be indebted to her (for many more reasons than this). She told me “Jen, GO! Boys don’t ask girls to play sports with them for the competition. They ask them for other reasons. Duh!” So just when I was about to bail out, I decided to dust off my racquet and gear and go. Sigh. “I am going to completely humiliate myself.”<br /><br />Off I went to my first Tennis Thursday get together. It had been a while. A LONG WHILE since I had picked up my racquet. And it didn’t help that I wasn’t very good to begin with. Ha ha. Thanks to Rob, Bryce, and Paige I was able to at least hit the ball. Enter in The Other Guy AGAIN. He was there. Chatting it up with me. I ended up play with Bryan somehow; go figure against The Other Guy and some other guy.<br /><br />I only got hit once because I wasn’t paying attention. I was so nervous, I couldn’t do anything other than stand there. “What the heck is your problem? You look ridiculously stupid!” And that was the truth. You can ask him. I was feeling bad that we lost. I took my sorry stuff to a different court and began hitting back and forth with The Other Guy. I probably shouldn’t have done that (sending the wrong message) but it was helping me to relax because I wasn’t trying to impress him. I finally started to get back into the “swing” of things (bry that one was for you).<br /><br />The night ended with me winning Around the World 3 times. I at least did that much. Then the awkwardness commenced with discussion of weekend plans. There was a big Holiday Party at a house in our ward. Lemme tell you these boys know how to throw one Classy Christmas Party. I confirmed with both The Other Guy and with Bryan that I would be there. I had to look not only good, but classy (not that that is hard or anything—classy not trashy). So it was off to pick an outfit for the venture. Enter in Ashley of the Ashley and Tom dynamic duo who saved me from being homeless in Arizona. We combined for what I would say ended up being a winner ensemble.<br /><br />Saturday arrived. I spent too much time in front of the mirror. But I ended up being happy with the choice of outfit. A knee length herringbone dress and black turtle neck. Casual but dressy all at one time. Topped it off with red pumps. I love to wear black and white and add a punch of color with accessories. LOVE shoes. Then I added the poinsettia for the holiday affect. Around 9:00 I went to pick up my friends Laurel and Markay. We were fashionably late (the party started at 7:30). I got text after text from both B and The Other Guy. I was coming, hold your horses.<br /><br />Upon arrival, we set down our contributions to the party and started out looking for people we knew, mostly just looking for Bryan. Shot some cute pictures with Megan and MacKenzie. I was nonchalantly scoping out the rooms for B. No luck. Kenzie came and told me that I had to see this wall at the back of the house. Being the crafty person that she is she lead me to these giant posters on the wall for which guests were supposed to write their holiday “wish lists” and letters to Santa.<br /><br />Apparently it was my turn to write on the wall. I started to read the wall for inspiration when my eyes got caught up on my name… wait… what did that just say. “Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a date with Jen Lee next Friday” followed by a phone number. But wait, the phone number had been crossed out and replaced with a different number. A number I recognized. Not really the number I was hoping for (no offense). I had to read it again. And AGAIN. And all I could do was point and say “That’s me!”<br /><br />I went up and put the phone number in my phone. I was elated when Bry’s name came up (I didn’t recognize his number at first). I pushed SEND. By this time everyone who had already seen the entry had come in to see what I was going to say and to listen to me call. I honestly felt like a million dollars that day. I was on cloud nine. It went straight to voicemail. “Hi this is Bryan….” Ah! I hung up before I realized it. Then turned around and answered a million “so who is it’s?” I turned back around to re-read the message when I felt two hand on each of my shoulders.<br /><br />Then a voice. “So what do you say?” I turned around and that voice did not belong to who I was hoping it did, it was him, The Other Guy. I was trying to be as nice as possible. I thought it was kind of rude for him to take credit for something some else had done. Not super impressed. I politely declined saying that I already had plans (because I had every intention of telling Bryan yes and he did ask first). Ten minutes later I was present with another alternative date by TOG. Once again I politely declined.<br /><br />A few minutes later I was prompted by the crowd to write a response. So I did. It went something like this “Yes. Dear Santa, I don’t need anything for Christmas I got everything I ever wanted (with an arrow pointing to his letter). And I really have gotten everything I have ever wanted and more.<br /><br />After what seemed like forever, I saw him. He walked up to me and said “So?” And I said “What?” (smooth) “Are you available next Friday?” “Um, I have to ask my parents.” (“did I just say what I think I said, ‘I have to ask my parents?’ what?”). I was telling myself how stupid I just sounded. Really Jen? Really? Out of all the things you could say. Bounce back say something…. “Well I have to ask my mom and dad because they are coming in from California that weekend and we are supposed to do things together as a family. Can I get back to you?” “Uh, sure.” Phew. Wow.<br /><br />We spent the evening hanging out with friends and just having fun. He looked SO good in his cream sweater and holiday tie. I was completely smitten.<br /><br />The next day I did ask my mom. I told her the story and she said “Jen, of course you have to go out with him. GO OUT WITH HIM! You are crazy if you don’t.” So I did.<br /><br />I had to wait 6 days until our date. 6 days! We text every day for most of the day (when appropriate at work of course). We chatted at night. 6 days. What the heck, let’s go out tomorrow! Could I wait until then. Let’s get this party started! And we did. Thursday he invited me over after asking if I was any good in the kitchen. Ha, am I good in the kitchen?<br /><br />Upon arrival I met his mom and youngest sister. We both cleared any misunderstanding that may have come up about the Nameless Guy and my now roommate. We cooked ginger bread with lemon sauce, red hot candied apple slices, and wassle. Talked and headed home. Friday was our first official date. The Christmas party was a hit. Bryan invited some of his guy friends and the girl of their choice. Lexi and her friend Erin served us. Wonderful service.<br /><br />And of course you all I'm sure are wondering what I wore to this Christmas shin dig to snag such a fella.<br /><br />Well that is a good story in and of itself. I had asked Bryan what his favorite color was. I wanted to do something that showed that I was really interested in him and what he like. His response, “grass green.” Okay, grass green it is. With that in mind I set out on search for the perfect grass green shirt to wear to the party. It took me all six days to find it, but I finally did.<br /><br />The evening was filled with laughter and just good company. We played the gift exchange game called Greed. I can’t remember what I won. I just remember laughing so hard while we played Catch Phrase. “Put the sandwich in the bag… in the bag” and “It’s made with ham…I know, A HAMBURGER!”<br /><br />The guests left and the clean up began. We spent a few hours washing dishes and getting to know one another. I asked for a different shirt to wear while washing the dishes, as to not ruin my new silk grass green shirt. And tada… he produced his Utah t-shirt. I was about to commit the cardinal sin for a guy. Wow I must really like this guy. I changed into the t shirt and fought every urge to “accidentally” get food all over it. I even wore my four inch heels to wash the dishes so I could be a comfortable height to use the sink.<br /><br />The evening went well into the early morning. I think we talked until three in the morning (didn’t have our first kiss until a week later so the night was definitely g rated). I drove home and crawled into bed. That night I had a “sleeping with the enemy” experience in the fact that I wore the U t-shirt to sleep. AH!!!! I still bleed blue. I will die bleeding blue. GO COUGARS!<br /><br />And it’s been history since then. We spent every day together until I left for California for Christmas. Talked every day while I was gone and then continued to spend every day together until about the end of February/March. And fell in love.<br /><br />the end.<br /><br />Or<br /><br />the beginning.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-217994808259541211?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-26327425445287224422009-10-03T17:35:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.432-08:00So I guess some would think that our story started with the letter to Santa requesting a date with me as the one thing they wanted for Christmas. But little do most know that my side of the story started a month or so before that.<br /><br />I started to attend the Scottsdale 3rd Ward in September of 2008. The first week I was contacted by the executive secretary to meet with the bishop. That night I met with the bishop. The following Sunday I met with one of his counselors to receive a calling. My calling: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FHE</span> leader. Little did I know at the time that this would be a tool in meeting my future husband! I tell you it was divinely inspired.<br /><br />A month or so later I started seeing a guy in the ward. He shall remain nameless (not for any reason, just because). I remember seeing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bry</span> at an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">FHE</span> activity and just loving his smile. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn</span>’t stop staring at his perfectly straight teeth. I was mesmerized. Me being the insecure person, I know we all are sometimes, thought that he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wouldn</span>’t want anything to do with me. So I focused on Nameless Guy (I hope you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">aren</span>’t offended if you are reading this).<br /><br />One ward <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">FHE</span>, I was talking to Nameless Guy and setting up a date when I looked up and saw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bry</span> playing shoot out with some guys in the ward. I can’t remember if he bumped into me or what but I remember trying to play it cool and ask him “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” I knew his name. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">haha</span>. But it was an excuse to talk to him. “Bryan.” Right. Bryan. Well to make a long story short Nameless Guy moved back to Utah suddenly and that was that.<br /><br />So I set out on a new mission. I wanted to meet this boy with the perfect smile and I was about to use my church calling to do it. I was feeling a need for a change and decided to change my hair. So Monday night after returning from Utah I went to work in Tom and Ashley’s bathroom. I came out sassy black and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">blonde</span> panels.<br /><br />I was in a sassy mood and gave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">sassiness</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Bry</span> that night at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">FHE</span>. That is when I found out the horrible news. The news that made me re-think this whole mission. I found out that night that Bryan was a Ute. A Ute, that is right. He had attended the one school that really got me going. How was this ever supposed to work? That night I also told him that we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">couldn</span>’t be friends. Wow did I eat those words right up.<br /><br />I continued to concoct different ways and different activities to have our groups combine for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">FHE</span>. Annie please don’t hate me for doing this! Corrine, bless her heart, came up with the best activity yet and she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">didn</span>’t even know it! Our groups combined to go to the Tempe Symphony at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Gammage</span> Theater at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ASU</span>. I had most of the tickets for the event that night. We all gathered outside of the theater. I waited. I over heard someone mention that Bryan was running late and that he had a couple of friends with them. I volunteered to wait outside for them with tickets. I made sure to have a set to give that was in our section. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Haha</span>. Lame I know.<br /><br />Well…. Everyone basically ended up waiting outside. Bryan arrived. I chickened out in trying to sit next to him and moved across the row and took a seat. Chris, Jeff, and Dave had fun eating all the candy we could find in my purse. If you know me, you know I always have snacks during activities (i.e. church, movies, football games, etc.). I looked down the row and there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">bry</span> is sitting next to a really cute girl. I was kind of bummed.<br /><br />Then it happened. I was set on not liking her just because she was where I wanted to be. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Haha</span>. Real mature. When I got a “<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">pssst</span>.” I looked down and the girl said, “Jen I just LOVE your shoes… where did you get them?” I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">couldn</span>’t hate her then. My lovely zebra shoes! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">MacKenzie</span> is a doll and I love her.<br /><br />During the second act I got a nice little note on the back of the program letting me know how lame <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">BYU</span> was. And that the Utes this and the Utes that. We started passing notes back and forth. It was really fun to get saucy with him about the rivalry and have it all be in good fun. I started to like him more and more as the night progressed and his sense of humor started to come out. I don’t think I heard a single song that night. I was too busy listening to the wheels turn in my head about what to do next.<br /><br />Finally it was over. We all proceeded outside to visit. And enter The Other Guy. The Other Guy and I started chatting about playing tennis. Any time I got the chance I tried to include Bryan in the conversation or at least try to send the message of who I really wanted to talk to. It ended up being helpful to us getting together—The Other Guy. He asked for my phone number to get together and play tennis. And so did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Bry</span>. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">didn</span>’t get his number though. Just The Other Guy’s. Great. Sigh. I tried to keep the evening going by suggesting we all head to the I hop across the street for a snack. Strike. No such luck.<br /><br />Oh well. That was fun while it lasted. Or was it just starting? Obviously that question is already answered by the fact that this site even exists. Back Story: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Bry</span> had gone out with my now roommate, who <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">wasn</span>’t my roommate at the time that we lived together. That will come into play later. Keep that in the back of your mind.<br /><br />I was pleasantly surprised to get a text a few days later during lunch from a number that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">didn</span>’t recognize. “IT IS HIM!” I remember my stomach dropping. I was so excited. We text back and forth for some time. And later he sent out one of his witty and clever text to the tennis group that he coordinated. The message said that I should come and play tennis and that I should invite this other roommate to come with me. Now, I’m thinking, “Great he is totally using me to get back with her.” I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">didn</span>’t want any part of that. When I got home I asked her if she wanted to come. She declined the offer and said that I should go anyways.<br /><br />My wonderful sister offered the best advice to me as I was discussing the situation with her. I will forever be indebted to her (for many more reasons than this). She told me “Jen, GO! Boys don’t ask girls to play sports with them for the competition. They ask them for other reasons. Duh!” So just when I was about to bail out, I decided to dust off my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">racquet</span> and gear and go. Sigh. “I am going to completely humiliate myself.”<br /><br />Off I went to my first Tennis Thursday get together. It had been a while. A LONG WHILE since I had picked up my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">racquet</span>. And it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">didn</span>’t help that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">wasn</span>’t very good to begin with. Ha ha. Thanks to Rob, Bryce, and Paige I was able to at least hit the ball. Enter in The Other Guy AGAIN. He was there. Chatting it up with me. I ended up play with Bryan somehow; go figure against The Other Guy and some other guy.<br /><br />I only got hit once because I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">wasn</span>’t paying attention. I was so nervous, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">couldn</span>’t do anything other than stand there. “What the heck is your problem? You look ridiculously stupid!” And that was the truth. You can ask him. I was feeling bad that we lost. I took my sorry stuff to a different court and began hitting back and forth with The Other Guy. I probably <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">shouldn</span>’t have done that (sending the wrong message) but it was helping me to relax because I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">wasn</span>’t trying to impress him. I finally started to get back into the “swing” of things (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">bry</span> that one was for you).<br /><br />The night ended with me winning Around the World 3 times. I at least did that much. Then the awkwardness commenced with discussion of weekend plans. There was a big Holiday Party at a house in our ward. Lemme tell you these boys know how to throw one Classy Christmas Party. I confirmed with both The Other Guy and with Bryan that I would be there. I had to look not only good, but classy (not that that is hard or anything—classy not trashy). So it was off to pick an outfit for the venture. Enter in Ashley of the Ashley and Tom dynamic duo who saved me from being homeless in Arizona. We combined for what I would say ended up being a winner <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">ensemble</span>.<br /><br />Saturday arrived. I spent too much time in front of the mirror. But I ended up being happy with the choice of outfit. A knee length herringbone dress and black turtle neck. Casual but dressy all at one time. Topped it off with red pumps. I love to wear black and white and add a punch of color with accessories. LOVE shoes. Then I added the poinsettia for the holiday affect. Around 9:00 I went to pick up my friends Laurel and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Markay</span>. We were fashionably late (the party started at 7:30). I got text after text from both B and The Other Guy. I was coming, hold your horses.<br /><br />Upon arrival, we set down our contributions to the party and started out looking for people we knew, mostly just looking for Bryan. Shot some cute pictures with Megan and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">MacKenzie</span>. I was nonchalantly scoping out the rooms for B. No luck. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Kenzie</span> came and told me that I had to see this wall at the back of the house. Being the crafty person that she is she lead me to these giant posters on the wall for which guests were supposed to write their holiday “wish lists” and letters to Santa.<br /><br />Apparently it was my turn to write on the wall. I started to read the wall for inspiration when my eyes got caught up on my name… wait… what did that just say. “Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a date with Jen Lee next Friday” followed by a phone number. But wait, the phone number had been crossed out and replaced with a different number. A number I recognized. Not really the number I was hoping for (no offense). I had to read it again. And AGAIN. And all I could do was point and say “That’s me!”<br /><br />I went up and put the phone number in my phone. I was elated when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Bry</span>’s name came up (I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">didn</span>’t recognize his number at first). I pushed SEND. By this time everyone who had already seen the entry had come in to see what I was going to say and to listen to me call. I honestly felt like a million dollars that day. I was on cloud nine. It went straight to voicemail. “Hi this is Bryan….” Ah! I hung up before I realized it. Then turned around and answered a million “so who is it’s?” I turned back around to re-read the message when I felt two hand on each of my shoulders.<br /><br />Then a voice. “So what do you say?” I turned around and that voice did not belong to who I was hoping it did, it was him, The Other Guy. I was trying to be as nice as possible. I thought it was kind of rude for him to take credit for something some else had done. Not super impressed. I politely declined saying that I already had plans (because I had every intention of telling Bryan yes and he did ask first). Ten minutes later I was present with another alternative date by TOG. Once again I politely declined.<br /><br />A few minutes later I was prompted by the crowd to write a response. So I did. It went something like this “Yes. Dear Santa, I don’t need anything for Christmas I got everything I ever wanted (with an arrow pointing to his letter). And I really have gotten everything I have ever wanted and more.<br /><br />After what seemed like forever, I saw him. He walked up to me and said “So?” And I said “What?” (smooth) “Are you available next Friday?” “Um, I have to ask my parents.” (“did I just say what I think I said, ‘I have to ask my parents?’ what?”). I was telling myself how stupid I just sounded. Really Jen? Really? Out of all the things you could say. Bounce back say something…. “Well I have to ask my mom and dad because they are coming in from California that weekend and we are supposed to do things together as a family. Can I get back to you?” “Uh, sure.” Phew. Wow.<br /><br />We spent the evening hanging out with friends and just having fun. He looked SO good in his cream sweater and holiday tie. I was completely smitten.<br /><br />The next day I did ask my mom. I told her the story and she said “Jen, of course you have to go out with him. GO OUT WITH HIM! You are crazy if you don’t.” So I did.<br /><br />I had to wait 6 days until our date. 6 days! We text every day for most of the day (when appropriate at work of course). We chatted at night. 6 days. What the heck, let’s go out tomorrow! Could I wait until then. Let’s get this party started! And we did. Thursday he invited me over after asking if I was any good in the kitchen. Ha, am I good in the kitchen?<br /><br />Upon arrival I met his mom and youngest sister. We both cleared any misunderstanding that may have come up about the Nameless Guy and my now roommate. We cooked ginger bread with lemon sauce, red hot candied apple slices, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">wassle</span>. Talked and headed home. Friday was our first official date. The Christmas party was a hit. Bryan invited some of his guy friends and the girl of their choice. Lexi and her friend Erin served us. Wonderful service.<br /><br />And of course you all I'm sure are wondering what I wore to this Christmas shin dig to snag such a fella.<br /><br />Well that is a good story in and of itself. I had asked Bryan what his favorite color was. I wanted to do something that showed that I was really interested in him and what he like. His response, “grass green.” Okay, grass green it is. With that in mind I set out on search for the perfect grass green shirt to wear to the party. It took me all six days to find it, but I finally did.<br /><br />The evening was filled with laughter and just good company. We played the gift exchange game called Greed. I can’t remember what I won. I just remember laughing so hard while we played Catch Phrase. “Put the sandwich in the bag… in the bag” and “It’s made with ham…I know, A HAMBURGER!”<br /><br />The guests left and the clean up began. We spent a few hours washing dishes and getting to know one another. I asked for a different shirt to wear while washing the dishes, as to not ruin my new silk grass green shirt. And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">tada</span>… he produced his Utah t-shirt. I was about to commit the cardinal sin for a guy. Wow I must really like this guy. I changed into the t shirt and fought every urge to “accidentally” get food all over it. I even wore my four inch heels to wash the dishes so I could be a comfortable height to use the sink.<br /><br />The evening went well into the early morning. I think we talked until three in the morning (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">didn</span>’t have our first kiss until a week later so the night was definitely g rated). I drove home and crawled into bed. That night I had a “sleeping with the enemy” experience in the fact that I wore the U t-shirt to sleep. AH!!!! I still bleed blue. I will die bleeding blue. GO COUGARS!<br /><br />And it’s been history since then. We spent every day together until I left for California for Christmas. Talked every day while I was gone and then continued to spend every day together until about the end of February/March. And fell in love.<br /><br />the end.<br /><br />Or<br /><br />the beginning.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-2632742544528722442?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-66517196388549242052009-10-03T10:43:00.001-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.436-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bridgettemarie.com/blog/2009/09/love-is-in-the-air-phoenix-engagement-photographer/">a post from our photographer</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-6651719638854924205?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-10930879619494806102009-10-03T10:43:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.437-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bridgettemarie.com/blog/2009/09/love-is-in-the-air-phoenix-engagement-photographer/">a blog post about us. </a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1093087961949480610?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-73021953330798759222009-09-23T16:19:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.438-08:00<div align="center">for information visit:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bryanandjennifer.blogspot.com/">an event in the making 11.07.09</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7302195333079875922?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-44872994546746317292009-09-22T20:24:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.439-08:00<div align="center">More to come...</div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Courtesy</span> of <a href="http://www.bridgettemarie.com/">Bridgette Marie Photography</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV5Ds3JoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/GSsQj7c19og/s1600-h/_MG_7144w.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384499623041061778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV4PyWU5I/AAAAAAAAAxE/mQmdu0a-ZdM/s400/_MG_7274-2w.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384499612409800642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV3oLqJ8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/xmN75APNFcg/s400/_MG_7253-2w.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384499604439812674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV3KfdykI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0Fv62UHeHFI/s400/_MG_7214-2w.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV4vTmKII/AAAAAAAAAxM/Vkyif5L2No4/s1600-h/_MG_7396w-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384499631502010498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV4vTmKII/AAAAAAAAAxM/Vkyif5L2No4/s400/_MG_7396w-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just for fun! Go Cougs...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SrmV3KfdykI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0Fv62UHeHFI/s1600-h/_MG_7214-2w.JPG"></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4487299454674631729?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-20087992457554623482009-09-07T23:47:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.440-08:00Ontario International Airport<br />Airport Code. ONT<br />Distance to Corona. Approximately 20 Miles<br />Distance to Newport Beach. Approximately 47 Miles<br /><br />John Wayne Airport<br />Airport Code. SNA<br />Distance to Corona. Approximately 34 Miles<br />Distance to Newport Beach. Approximately 4 Miles<br /><br />Long Beach Airport<br />Airport Code. LGB<br />Distance to Corona. Approximately 44 Miles<br />Distance to Newport Beach. Approximately 24 Miles<br /><br />Los Angeles International Airport<br />Airport Code. LAX<br />Distance to Corona. Approximately 59 Miles<br />Distance to Newport Beach. Approximately 43 Miles<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-2008799245755462348?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-40883578050447723012009-09-07T23:28:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.441-08:00Holiday Inn Express Hotel &amp; Suites Corona<br />1550 CIRCLE CITY DRIVE<br />CORONA, CA 92879<br />Phone: 1-951-479-4000<br /><a href="http://www.holidayinn.com/h/d/ex/1/en/hotel/corca?crUrl=/h/d/hi/1/en/availsearch&amp;rpb=hotel&amp;start=null">http://www.holidayinn.com/h/d/ex/1/en/hotel/corca?crUrl=/h/d/hi/1/en/availsearch&amp;rpb=hotel&amp;start=null</a><br /><br />Map from Ontario Airport to Hotel: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=Ontario+Airport,+California&amp;daddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE+CORONA,+CA+92879&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.966142,-117.570877&amp;sspn=0.269364,0.44014&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=11">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=Ontario+Airport,+California&amp;daddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE+CORONA,+CA+92879&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.966142,-117.570877&amp;sspn=0.269364,0.44014&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=11</a><br />Map from Hotel to the Temple (via toll road): <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;hl=en&amp;saddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE,+Corona,+Ca&amp;daddr=2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=32.939885,56.337891&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.757085,-117.704715&amp;spn=0.540043,0.88028&amp;z=10">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;hl=en&amp;saddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE,+Corona,+Ca&amp;daddr=2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=32.939885,56.337891&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.757085,-117.704715&amp;spn=0.540043,0.88028&amp;z=10</a><br />Map from Hotel to the Temple (non-toll road): <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFcqTBAIdl5j6-CmfL-dCA9HcgDFA9qrbiSEnEw%3B&amp;saddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE,+Corona,+Ca&amp;daddr=33.85441,-117.794665+to:2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=32.939885,56.337891&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.757085,-117.704715&amp;spn=0.540043,0.88028&amp;z=10&amp;via=1">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFcqTBAIdl5j6-CmfL-dCA9HcgDFA9qrbiSEnEw%3B&amp;saddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE,+Corona,+Ca&amp;daddr=33.85441,-117.794665+to:2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;sspn=32.939885,56.337891&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.757085,-117.704715&amp;spn=0.540043,0.88028&amp;z=10&amp;via=1</a><br />Map from Hotel to Reception Site: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE,+Corona,+Ca&amp;daddr=33.8606558,-117.55028+to:1510+Taber+Road,+Corona,+Ca+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFS-sBAIdOFP--ClnbAeG-MfcgDFR6hH9WuMDEw%3B&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.757085,-117.704715&amp;sspn=0.540043,0.88028&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=14&amp;via=1">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1550+CIRCLE+CITY+DRIVE,+Corona,+Ca&amp;daddr=33.8606558,-117.55028+to:1510+Taber+Road,+Corona,+Ca+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFS-sBAIdOFP--ClnbAeG-MfcgDFR6hH9WuMDEw%3B&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.757085,-117.704715&amp;sspn=0.540043,0.88028&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=14&amp;via=1</a><br /><br />SpringHill Suites Corona Riverside Marriott<br />2025 Compton Ave,<br />Corona, California 92881<br />Phone: 1-951-520-0984<br /><a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/ontcr-springhill-suites-corona-riverside/">http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/ontcr-springhill-suites-corona-riverside/</a><br /><br />Map from Ontario Airport to Hotel: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=Ontario+Airport,+California&amp;daddr=2025+Compton+Ave,+Corona,+California+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.96642,-117.570585&amp;sspn=0.269364,0.44014&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.955891,-117.566071&amp;spn=0.269396,0.44014&amp;z=11">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=Ontario+Airport,+California&amp;daddr=2025+Compton+Ave,+Corona,+California+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.96642,-117.570585&amp;sspn=0.269364,0.44014&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.955891,-117.566071&amp;spn=0.269396,0.44014&amp;z=11</a><br />Map from Hotel to the Temple (via toll road): <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=2025+Compton+Ave,+Corona,+California+92881&amp;daddr=2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.76665,-117.712625&amp;sspn=0.539986,0.88028&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=11">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=2025+Compton+Ave,+Corona,+California+92881&amp;daddr=2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.76665,-117.712625&amp;sspn=0.539986,0.88028&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=11</a><br />Map from Hotel to the Temple (non-toll road): <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=2025+Compton+Ave,+Corona,+California+92881&amp;daddr=33.85441,-117.794665+to:2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFcqTBAIdl5j6-CmfL-dCA9HcgDFA9qrbiSEnEw%3B&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.76665,-117.712625&amp;sspn=0.539986,0.88028&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=11&amp;via=1">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=2025+Compton+Ave,+Corona,+California+92881&amp;daddr=33.85441,-117.794665+to:2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFcqTBAIdl5j6-CmfL-dCA9HcgDFA9qrbiSEnEw%3B&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.76665,-117.712625&amp;sspn=0.539986,0.88028&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=11&amp;via=1</a>Map from Hotel to Reception Site: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=2025+Compton+Ave+Corona,+California+92881&amp;daddr=1510+Taber+Road,+Corona,+Ca+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.855105,-117.540335&amp;sspn=0.033714,0.055017&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=15">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=2025+Compton+Ave+Corona,+California+92881&amp;daddr=1510+Taber+Road,+Corona,+Ca+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.855105,-117.540335&amp;sspn=0.033714,0.055017&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=15</a><br /><br />Hampton Inn Norco/Corona North<br />1530 Hamner Ave,<br />Norco, California 92860<br />Phone:1-951-279-1111<br /><a href="http://hamptoninn.hilton.com/en/hp/hotels/index.jhtml?ctyhocn=ONTNCHX">http://hamptoninn.hilton.com/en/hp/hotels/index.jhtml?ctyhocn=ONTNCHX</a><br /><br />Map from Ontario Airport to Hotel: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=Ontario+Airport,+California&amp;daddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860&amp;hl=en&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.955891,-117.566071&amp;sspn=0.269396,0.44014&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.985502,-117.571564&amp;spn=0.269302,0.44014&amp;z=11">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=Ontario+Airport,+California&amp;daddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860&amp;hl=en&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.955891,-117.566071&amp;sspn=0.269396,0.44014&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=33.985502,-117.571564&amp;spn=0.269302,0.44014&amp;z=11</a><br />Map from Hotel to the Temple (via toll road): <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860+&amp;daddr=2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.872415,-117.548745&amp;sspn=0.067415,0.110035&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=10">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860+&amp;daddr=2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.872415,-117.548745&amp;sspn=0.067415,0.110035&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=10</a><br />Map from Hotel to the Temple (non-toll road): <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860&amp;daddr=33.84112,-117.832035+to:2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFeBfBAIdnQb6-CmD1Z5Z1dbcgDEQ1TfZiSEnEw%3B&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.872415,-117.548745&amp;sspn=0.067415,0.110035&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=10&amp;via=1">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860&amp;daddr=33.84112,-117.832035+to:2300+Bonita+Canyon+Drive,+Newport+Beach,+California+92660&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFeBfBAIdnQb6-CmD1Z5Z1dbcgDEQ1TfZiSEnEw%3B&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.872415,-117.548745&amp;sspn=0.067415,0.110035&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=10&amp;via=1</a><br />Map from Hotel to Reception Site: <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860&amp;daddr=1510+Taber+Road,+Corona,+Ca+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.845445,-117.537195&amp;sspn=0.016859,0.027509&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=13">http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1530+Hamner+Ave,+Norco,+California+92860&amp;daddr=1510+Taber+Road,+Corona,+Ca+92881&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;mra=ls&amp;sll=33.845445,-117.537195&amp;sspn=0.016859,0.027509&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=13</a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4088357805044772301?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-84292442040569109252009-08-17T06:03:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.443-08:00... yes it is true! bryan and i are officially engaged. i meant to write up the story this weekend... but there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. i will get to it soon. please keep check back. thanks. <input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8429244204056910925?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-32898976507204616572009-07-22T14:36:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.445-08:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeJ7T4aPWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/m6Bd-qAAZg0/s1600-h/IMG_4363-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeJ7T4aPWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/m6Bd-qAAZg0/s400/IMG_4363-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405533450026338" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Let freedom ring… its INDEPENDENCE DAY~ Fourth of July this year was great. It was my first week off </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >from school. That in and of itself was an event worth celebrating. Hooray! (BOO to the fact </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >that I am still waiting for a contract to teach in the Fall due to the RIF).</span> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Anywho, fourth of july is one of my favorite holidays. And as</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > a matter of fact I can’t really think o</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >f a holiday that I don’t like, so… with that said… happy birthday America! This year I celebrated the fourth with bryan and his family. </span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Started the day with tennis! An American pass time? I have no idea where the sport originated</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >… maybe Europe somewhere… like England? I dunno. No internet access at the moment to research the topic (on the plane to Hawaii). Haha. Acutally bry planned a tennis outing in conjunction </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >with Wimbledon. Great idea bry. We played doubles with scott and dustin turner from the ward. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeIPHUIg3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/uhuYID5GhJs/s1600-h/IMG_4364-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeIPHUIg3I/AAAAAAAAAvg/uhuYID5GhJs/s400/IMG_4364-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361403674650772338" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >I’ll leave the victors in the two matches we played up to your imagination. And</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" > as a hint I’m sure the victories went to the obvious team…=). I’m sure its not too hard to figure out.</span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >After the tennis rendezvous I met up with Lee, Brooke, and Jen for breakfast. We are big brea</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >kfast fans. This time we experienced the most important meal of the day at a little place on </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Scottsdale road called <a href="http://www.thebreakfastclub.us/">the breakfast club</a>. Lee, Katie, and I tried to eat there on a previous Saturday, but the wait </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >was over an hour… I’m patient, but not that patient especially when I’m hungry.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeGy8_Ny_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/vdBlvRFa_34/s1600-h/100_6048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeGy8_Ny_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/vdBlvRFa_34/s400/100_6048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361402091330718706" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Breakfast was yummy. The orders at our table ranged from yogurt and fresh fruit to a delicious omelet. We had an array of potatoes (potatoes o brien to hashed). I had a short stack of butter milk pancakes. They were mouth watering. Our next breakfast outing will be at a new place in Scottsdale called bacon. I’m very excited.</span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Next, was swimming at the bluths. That’s right… after stuffing yourself silly with potatoes and pancakes jump into your suit jen! Way to show off that meal. Loverly. Roxie (the bluth’s boston) started us off with a virgin </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >voyage in her new pirate ship. She definitely ruled the high seas of the backyard pool. The ship later turned into a floating target as each member took turns practiced their chipping skills from the nearby lawn.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeHKxQVpFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wvLzjcRrwRM/s1600-h/100_6050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeHKxQVpFI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wvLzjcRrwRM/s400/100_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361402500498170962" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >“wanna know the stupidest thing I did today…?” let’s just say their was a bruised tail bone invo</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >lved with that line. I would like to say that the act that brought about said bruised tail bone was a complete success. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeINyIqw3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/VHdx0hj_BII/s1600-h/IMG_4360.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeINyIqw3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/VHdx0hj_BII/s400/IMG_4360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361403651785671538" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Inside a fourth of july feast that could send your taste buds soaring like fireworks in the dark night sky was being created. Robyn and the rest of the bluth clan never cease to amaze me with their ability to entertai</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >n. The table was decorated with red, white, and blue metal pin wheels in red, white, and blue metal buckets. There was a flag runner and each cloth napkin was tied with a red, white, or blue party popper. And of course the ribbons were all of a patriotic nature.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeK7XqhGjI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sbVcYxEVZLA/s1600-h/me+and+tee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeK7XqhGjI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sbVcYxEVZLA/s400/me+and+tee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361406633977125426" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >Back outside the bbq was lit and the master bbq-ers br</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >yan and his dad grilled up some Italian sausage, bratwurst, and chicken. They were teamed with a great pasta salad which has been a tradition in the family since the days in Chicago, a fruit tray with sweet fruit dips, and salad. I felt spoiled. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeIOkHr0mI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_zslTIv2UXs/s1600-h/IMG_4389-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeIOkHr0mI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_zslTIv2UXs/s400/IMG_4389-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361403665203319394" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >We headed out to Surprise to meet up with Uncle Alan and Cenea and their fa</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >mily to watch fireworks. Alan has a construction site that was supposedly home to a great view for the fireworks show. And well its true! We sat about 100-150 yards from where the show was being executed. We set up our camping chairs in the back of the pick up truck, pulled out a cold bottle of water, and watch the sky light on fire. My rib cage vibrated through the whole show as the lights danced across the black sky. Best view in town. Hands down.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeIOUZwZxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7P1mcIx4_gY/s1600-h/IMG_4388-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeIOUZwZxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7P1mcIx4_gY/s400/IMG_4388-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361403660984149778" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" >And of course we capped the night off with root beer floats and later with ESPNs Sport Center Recap. Gosh I love America. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeINk8C_nI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gj3_hWUHBHA/s400/0704092032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361403648243072626" border="0" /></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SmeINk8C_nI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gj3_hWUHBHA/s1600-h/0704092032.jpg"></a></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3289897650720461657?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-64843528321309573162009-07-03T12:02:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.451-08:00yes its true. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> about give up my last physical claim to being from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">california</span>-the license plate. ah! i gave up my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">california</span> diver's license last august... i had a really difficult time handing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">DMV</span> lady my license. pathetic i know. i hesitated when she asked me for my current license. i thought of things that i could say (aka a lie) to some how keep from having to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">forfeit</span> my license to the state of az. i went through a few stories in my head quickly, but before i knew it my hand was moving toward her with my license in tow. ah.... stop! stop! she snatched it before i could open my mouth. i may have put up a little tug when she went to grab it. a small part of me died that day. haha.<br /><br />and now its time to give up the last little part of me that keeps me rooted as an "out of stater." i like that my car let's other people know that "i'm not from here." not that i have a problem with az. i did like that it made me more "normal" while i was in utah. i like that i didn't have to claim utah with my plates. but now its time to move on... how superficial am i?<br /><br />internally i'm still fighting to keep my california plates. but in two weeks the fate of my car will have been decided. should i keep the california plates...? there are risks with having a az license and a-out-of-state car... aka a hefty fine... grow up jen. move on. right?<br /><br />on that note, if i do have to give up my claim to "normalcy" i'm going to do it with some personality and go for personal/vanity plate. i've always wanted to... and this is the time to do it. bry, my sister, and i have been bouncing ideas back and forth. still need to decide. opinions are welcome... here are some choices so far... feel free to add any suggestions:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WCKDLVR </span>(Wicked lover... as in the muscial)-mom is against this one =) my favorite<br />IBLDBLU (I bleed blue)... sadly i checked... and its taken...<br />i want to meet the person with this car<br />DGRENIFY (degreenify)<br />DFYGRTY (defy gravity)... DFYGVTY is already taken<br />BLEDBLU<br />IHRTOZ (i heart oz)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WZRD N I</span> (wizard and i)<br />ELPHIE<br />SWNKFYD (swankified)<br />ASNTACO (asian taco)<br />JENBUG (my nickname from the fam)... sadly taken and i don't have a bug<br />LVSAUTE (loves a ute...hmmmm) goes great with the "Y" sticker on my car<br />BITESZE (bite size- a nick name from college)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i'm taking any other suggestions.<br /><br />Paige's suggestions:<br />SHRTSTF - short stuff<br />BWLNGQN - bowling queen<input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></div></div><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-6484352832130957316?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-80515696194168870822009-07-02T20:12:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.454-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sk16CQukW2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/9Bc_h3-ypq4/s1600-h/100_6035-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sk16CQukW2I/AAAAAAAAAt4/9Bc_h3-ypq4/s400/100_6035-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354069711282002786" border="0" /></a><br />...i'll be there waiting for your call...cause you know in california there's something better for us all..."-Plain White Ts.<br /><br />a couple of weeks ago Lee and I headed to california for a carefree weekend! earlier that week we just decided to jump in the car and head to the sunny state. it happened to be father's day weekend, so that worked out perfectly for me to spend the day with my dad.<br /><br />our road trip started in the classic lee and jen date... with chick-fil-a. its our "chick" date. yum. we cruised to cali experiencing new tunes from the plain white ts (new to us that is) and fell in love with the song sunlight by them. we stopped twice to use the restroom. now i'm the type that goes for distance and doesn't stop unless its an emergency. however lee was fair enough and let me know about her only flaw for a road trip "i'm pretty much perfect with the exception that i have a small bladder." love you lee.<br /><br />friday we spent the day shopping for swim suits and hanging out by the pool. lee experienced in-n-out for the first time.... and need less to say she was hooked after the first bite! we went back for seconds before leaving california. that night i met up with amy (!) and heather (!) to see the proposal. good flick. oh amy how i've missed you. good times. "my new phone made me all these friends"<br /><br />saturday was filled with old friends as well. i met up with andy and quinn to eat dim sum with the grandparents and my dad. we caught up with lee and the democrat at south coast. "she's on your team" "she's my team... my team" andy and quinn had quite the time checkin out all the hotties at the mall.<br /><br />after the sun decided to finally come out. we headed to the beach. the five of us read and took in the brief period of sunlight on the coast. it was actually perfect. "i love the sun... its probably not the best thing... but i just love the sun."<br /><br />for dinner that night we went to a little place called TK burger. i opted out of the burger experience. wasn't feelin' all that great. stress related i'm sure. lee was all about the burgers this trip. chalk another one up for a tasty burger experience. i'll make sure to get in on that one next time.<br /><br />i pretty much slept the rest of the night while aaron and lee hung out in the spa and watched walk the line. i was just overwhelmed and needed a time out. but had a good conversation that came at the perfect time to settle what i was feeling.<br /><br />sunday i made breakfast in bed for my dad and my mom. i made yummy pancakes and eggs. for lee i made just pancakes because she doesn't like eggs. the sausage didn't get thawed in time. bummer. it has little pieces of pineapple in it. so good. oh well maybe next time.<br /><br />on our way back we did make a stop at the rite aid in desert center. lee was feeling a cold come on and needed something to catch it before it got worse. she opted to try these chewable things... bad choice. "it started out tasting really good and then all of the sudden it was like chewing this chalky metal stuff" wow. she'll stick to the coldeez or however you spell it. i also introduced her to thrifty's ice cream! LOVE it. my favorite is chocolate malted crunch. yum.<br /><br />so as you can see there is only one picture of all the adventures of that weekend. just one. but its a good one. love you lee. i'd road trip with you any time!<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8051569619416887082?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-80201416415013101042009-05-25T11:34:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.456-08:00i miss this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ShrlmpJFgWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/rFmUeFw9jRs/s1600-h/Jen1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I have been a blogger slacker. Let’s start with my birthday! “It’s my birthday…” ok well its really not my birthday now… but it was. It seemed like March was pretty much my birthday ALL MONTH. With scheduling and planning the birthday celebrations spanned over about two weeks!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We kicked off my birthday with a dinner with friends up at Greasewood Flats in <st1:place st="on">North Scottsdale</st1:place>. Bry had heard of this place and always wanted to go and check it out. My birthday made for a great excuse to do so. <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bryan</st1:place></st1:city> organized it all and a group of about 30 to 40 of us headed up to celebrate.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1jF8uD2tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/exq51LvBd7E/s1600-h/charm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1jF8uD2tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/exq51LvBd7E/s200/charm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533686981090002" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJENNIF%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Before we left Court and Lexi gave me the cutest charm for my juicy bracelet! </span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZZFwUeII/AAAAAAAAAs4/ZMtOMr_sE8o/s1600-h/100_5697-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZZFwUeII/AAAAAAAAAs4/ZMtOMr_sE8o/s320/100_5697-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340523020707723394" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">We enjoyed great bbq and good music. The company wasn’t too shabby either. They had horse shoes and open fire pits going. Bryan, Courtney, Austin, and I played a few rounds of horse shoes. Let’s just say it was a learning experience. Court and I didn’t have the distance thing down… but we had so much grace and pose. Bryan and Austin had the distance thing down, one had the lob approach while the other took the line drive approach. Both approaches proved to be superior to grace and pose (haha). I hit the post once. Doit (Court) had the most style points. The real horse shoe players were <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Chase</st1:city>, <st1:country-region st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region></st1:place>, Austin, and Matt. They were sharkin’ everyone.</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZYQuu4NI/AAAAAAAAAso/QIQqnPz4yWY/s1600-h/100_5677-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZYQuu4NI/AAAAAAAAAso/QIQqnPz4yWY/s320/100_5677-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340523006473986258" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZYGYUWuI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rgU6yL10xDA/s1600-h/100_5680-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZYGYUWuI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rgU6yL10xDA/s320/100_5680-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340523003695618786" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJENNIF%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><o:smarttagtype style="font-family: arial;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="font-family: arial;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">The best part of that night was the country dancin’. Bryan and LeeAnn two stepped with an older couple that was there taking their bi annual trip to Greasewood. <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bryan</st1:place></st1:city><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bryan</st1:place></st1:city>’s 40 some girlfriend asked him to do shots with her… love it. She could have taught him a thing or two I’m sure outside of the two step. Lee had a great time. She looked like she was having a blast. Love you Lee. Thanks for comin’. found another cougar! She pounced on him like a little birdie. “Don’t get cocky… you’re getting’ cocky.” </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZXqs-SZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/WS9fCU7x-bA/s1600-h/IMG_1969a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1ZXqs-SZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/WS9fCU7x-bA/s320/IMG_1969a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340522996266060178" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><div style="width: 480px; 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After dinner and fortune cookies we went swimming at the Phoenician Hotel. It was a low key birthday night. B got me the cutest tennis outfit. It’s a white nike ruffled skirt and a BLUE nike top. LOVE the skirt. And the top too. He also added a dainty <a href="http://www.dogeared.com/apple-of-my-eye-reminder-necklace-with-gold-dipped-bitten-apple">dogeared</a> golden apple necklace with a little bite out of it. LOVE it too. </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ShmOIgyPgMI/AAAAAAAAAro/roPEXCe1HB4/s1600-h/apple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ShmOIgyPgMI/AAAAAAAAAro/roPEXCe1HB4/s200/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339455110115197122" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJENNIF%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">After that my family came in town. My sister, Jacks, and her daughter Olivia came in for a wedding. My parents came down for the same wedding! It was perfect, except for the face that Brad wasn’t there. Bryan and I drove down to <st1:city st="on">Tucson</st1:city> the next afternoon after <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bryan</st1:place></st1:city>'s play practice with Tom just in time for the ceremony.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:&quot;;font-size:85%;" >We stayed in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Tucson</st1:place></st1:city> that night with my family and then headed back up to phoenix on my ACTUAL birthday. That night our families met for the first time at my birthday dinner that <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Bryan</st1:city></st1:place>'s mom put together for me. It was amazing. One thing that my mom and <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bryan</st1:place></st1:city>'s mom definitely have in common is that they know how to entertain. <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bryan</st1:place></st1:city>'s family graciously hosted a birthday party for me and my family. </span> <p face="arial" style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <p face="arial" style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1dKyYljpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uEPR8eY_ja8/s1600-h/IMG_3936.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/Sh1dKyYljpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uEPR8eY_ja8/s320/IMG_3936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340527173036248722" border="0" /></a></span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CJENNIF%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="">Olivia even got her own special sippy cup. The food was great. The ambiance was great. Everyone got a long so that was great. 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So as a personal gift from them they wrote me a poem that went something like this:</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Today....</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">We celebrate that birthday of Jen</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Born March 85, way back when</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">From <st1:city st="on">Corona</st1:city> So <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Cal</st1:place></st1:state></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">You're a beautiful gal</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Most definitely the article gen...uine</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">You went to college at BYU </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Guess you couldn't get into the U</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">But Jen, that's okay</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cuz we really must say</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">You turned out fine despite your time at the ZOO</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">As a sports fan you are without peer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">With you it's March Madness most of the year</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Your only SportsCenter disruption </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Is Pardon the Interruption</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">You're okay in my book, my dear.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">So today as you turn twenty fore</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">That's two dozen, that's four and a score</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Happy Birthday, Best Wishes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">To one of the valley's hottest dishes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">And multiple many many more. </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4986328002482834713?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-77769744034601667272009-04-14T17:10:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.463-08:00so wikitionary should be more selective about the people they let post definitions. little do they know that they could be endorsing incorrect and false information.<br /><br />Bryan may have just started it all on his own and added a #9 to the list. thanks beave.<br /><br />http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/perfect#Adjective<br /><h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading">perfect</h1> <h3 id="siteSub">Definition from Wiktionary, a free dictionary</h3> <div id="jump-to-nav">Jump to: <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/perfect#column-one">navigation</a>, <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/perfect#searchInput">search</a></div> <!-- start content --> <div class="sister-wikipedia sister-project noprint floatright" style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); padding: 4px; background: rgb(249, 249, 249) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: 90%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 250px; text-align: left;"> <div style="float: left;"> <div class="floatnone"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/File:Wikipedia-logo-en.png" class="image" title="Wikipedia-logo-en.png"><img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wiktionary/en/thumb/7/7f/Wikipedia-logo-en.png/44px-Wikipedia-logo-en.png" border="0" width="44" height="44" /></a></div> </div> <div style="margin-left: 60px;"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Wikipedia" title="Wikipedia">Wikipedia</a> has articles on: <div style="margin-left: 10px;"><b><span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfect" class="extiw" title="w:Perfect">Perfect</a></span></b></div> </div> </div> <p><span class="interProject"></span></p> <table id="toc" class="toc" summary="Contents"> <tbody><tr> <td><br /></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <script type="text/javascript"> //<![CDATA[ if (window.showTocToggle) { var tocShowText = "show"; var tocHideText = "hide"; showTocToggle(); } //]]> </script> <p><a name="English" id="English"> </a></p> <p>From <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_English_language" class="extiw" title="w:Middle English language">Middle English</a> <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/w/index.php?title=perfit&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="perfit (page does not exist)">perfit</a></span>, from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_French_language" class="extiw" title="w:Old French language">Old French</a> <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/parfit#Old_French" title="parfit">parfit</a></span> (modern: <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/parfait#French" title="parfait">parfait</a></span>), from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_language" class="extiw" title="w:Latin language">Latin</a> <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/w/index.php?title=perfectus&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="perfectus (page does not exist)">perfectus</a></span>, perfect passive participle of <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/perficere#Latin" title="perficere">perficere</a></span> <span class="mention-gloss-paren">(</span><span class="mention-gloss-double-quote">“</span><span class="mention-gloss-single-quote">‘</span>to finish<span class="mention-gloss-single-quote">’</span><span class="mention-gloss-double-quote">”</span><span class="mention-gloss-paren">)</span>, from <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/per-#Latin" title="per-">per-</a></span> <span class="mention-gloss-paren">(</span><span class="mention-gloss-double-quote">“</span><span class="mention-gloss-single-quote">‘</span>through, thorough<span class="mention-gloss-single-quote">’</span><span class="mention-gloss-double-quote">”</span><span class="mention-gloss-paren">)</span> + <span class="mention-Latn"><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/facere#Latin" title="facere">facere</a></span> <span class="mention-gloss-paren">(</span><span class="mention-gloss-double-quote">“</span><span class="mention-gloss-single-quote">‘</span>to do, to make<span class="mention-gloss-single-quote">’</span><span class="mention-gloss-double-quote">”</span><span class="mention-gloss-paren">)</span>.</p> <p><a name="Pronunciation" id="Pronunciation"></a></p><a name="Adjective" id="Adjective"></a> <h4><span class="editsection">[<a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/w/index.php?title=perfect&amp;action=edit&amp;section=4" title="Edit section: Adjective">edit</a>]</span> <span class="mw-headline">Adjective</span></h4> <p><span class="infl-inline"><b>perfect</b> (<i><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">comparative</a></i> <span class="form-of comparative-form-of"><b>more perfect</b></span>, <i><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">superlative</a></i> <span class="form-of superlative-form-of"><b>most perfect</b></span>)</span></p> <div class="infl-table"> <table border="0" width="100%"> <tbody><tr> <td bgcolor="#f8f8ff" valign="top" width="33%"> <p>Positive<br /><b>perfect</b></p> </td> <td width="1%"><br /></td> <td bgcolor="#f8f8ff" valign="top" width="33%"> <p><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">Comparative</a><br /><b>more perfect</b></p> </td> <td width="1%"><br /></td> <td bgcolor="#f8f8ff" valign="top" width="33%"> <p><a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary">Superlative</a><br /><b>most perfect</b></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> </div> <ol><li>Fitting its definition <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/precisely" title="precisely">precisely</a>. <dl><dd><i>a <b>perfect</b> circle</i></dd></dl> </li><li>Having all of its parts in harmony with a common purpose. <dl><dd><i>That bucket with the hole in the bottom is a poor bucket, but it is <b>perfect</b> for watering plants.</i></dd></dl> </li><li>Thoroughly skilled or talented. <dl><dd><i>practice makes <b>perfect</b></i></dd></dl> </li><li>Excellent and delightful in all respects. <dl><dd><i>a <b>perfect</b> day</i></dd></dl> </li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">grammar</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span> (<i>of a tense or verb form</i>) Representing a completed action.</li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">biology</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span> Sexually mature and fully differentiated.</li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">botany</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span> Having both male (<a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/stamen" title="stamen">stamens</a>) and female (<a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/carpel" title="carpel">carpels</a>) parts.</li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">analysis</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span> Of a set, that it is equal to its set of limit points, i.e. set <i>A</i> is perfect if <i>A</i>=<i>A'</i>.</li><li style="font-weight: bold;">Jennifer Nanci Lee</li></ol> <p><a name="Synonyms" id="Synonyms"></a></p> <h5><span class="editsection">[<a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/w/index.php?title=perfect&amp;action=edit&amp;section=5" title="Edit section: Synonyms">edit</a>]</span> <span class="mw-headline">Synonyms</span></h5> <ul><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">fitting its definition precisely</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span><span class="ib-colon"><span class="sense-qualifier-colon">:</span></span> <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/accurate" title="accurate">accurate</a>, <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/flawless" title="flawless">flawless</a></li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">thoroughly skilled or talented</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span><span class="ib-colon"><span class="sense-qualifier-colon">:</span></span> <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/expert" title="expert">expert</a>, <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/proficient" title="proficient">proficient</a></li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">biology: sexually mature and fully differentiated</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span><span class="ib-colon"><span class="sense-qualifier-colon">:</span></span> <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/mature" title="mature">mature</a></li><li><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">(</span></span><span class="ib-content"><span class="qualifier-content">botany: having both male and female parts</span></span><span class="ib-brac"><span class="qualifier-brac">)</span></span><span class="ib-colon"><span class="sense-qualifier-colon">:</span></span> <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bisexual" title="bisexual">bisexual</a>, <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/hermaphroditic" title="hermaphroditic">hermaphroditic</a></li><li>See also <a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Wikisaurus:flawless" title="Wikisaurus:flawless">Wikisaurus:flawless</a></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7776974403460166727?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-50040251111748738562009-03-19T17:56:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.466-08:00Here is a post i wrote for my kindergarten blog. the kids loved it.<br /><br />On Monday we read a story called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Before-Patricks-Reading-Railroad/dp/0448448521/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1237509592&amp;sr=8-1">The Night Before St. Patrick's Day</a> by Natasha Wing. In the story we learned about Leprechauns and the mischief they get into around St. Patrick's Day. We had a lot of questions about Leprechauns that we decided to write Mr. Leprechaun a letter. We also that it might be a good way to trick him and catch him. Our class really wanted to get the gold that we all know leprechauns have!<br /><br />We learned about how to write a greeting to the person we write a letter to. We also learned about the body of a letter and how to close a letter. We filled our letters with questions and told him how excited we were about St. Patrick's Day.<br /><br />That night I left out a shiny coin I had brought with me from home. In the story it told us that Leprechaun's like shiny things. I put the coin just on the edge of the desk with the letters we had written and close to the trash can hoping to have the Leprechaun fall in it as he reached for the letters and shiny coin.<br /><br />I tried to get in touch with Mr. Leprechaun last month to see if he would come by our classroom for a visit. I knew I needed to talk to him in advance because he must get a lot of requests to come and see children. He said that he would try. So I crossed my fingers before I left the classroom that night hoping he would come.<br /><br />The next morning I arrived at school and to my disappointment there was no Leprechaun. No mess, no gold, and no little man in a green suit. I was so sad. I got the room ready and left the shiny coin out just in case. I thought I heard little foot steps up in the roof and I was hoping he might still come.<br /><br />The bell rang and it was time to get the kids. Still, no leprechaun. But little did I know that we were in for a surprise. During the time it took me to walk down the hallway and back with the kids from the playground he had COME!<br /><br />We walked quietly down the hallway to not scary him off in case he was near by. When we opened the doors all the lights were all and to our surprise our whole room was a giant mess!! He had COME! The letters were gone. The coin was gone. And all that was left was a mess! Or so we thought.<br /><br />There were foot prints all over the room. Tiny foot prints to match the tiny little boots of a Leprechaun! They lead all around the room from table to table, over chairs, over books, and over the rug. But where did they lead?<br /><br />Madilyn found a mysterious package on the table with a letter attached to it. It was a plain white box with some letters on it. I shook the box and there was a commotion inside. Was it him? Was he stuck in the box? There was only one way to find out.<br /><br />We read the letter attached to the box and then opened it to see what was inside.... it looked like... GOLD! Well sorta... it was chocolate wrapped in gold foil. Which is a yummy treat. Mr. Leprechaun left us a treat and a nice letter. He told us he was sorry for leaving the mess for us to clean up, but that is just what Leprechaun's do. He also told us that it looked like we had been working hard and that he read some of our journals and was very impressed with our writing skills.<br /><br />As we kept looking we noticed that he had taken the letters and the shiny coin I had left for him. What he is going to do with them I'm not sure. Maybe he'll write back to us. We'll have to wait and find out!<br /><br />Wow what a day in Kindergarten!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/Potato/e38d6ceb.pbw" width="400" height="300"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/Potato/?action=view&amp;current=e38d6ceb.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-5004025111174873856?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-90201611799311849682009-02-16T09:33:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:27.467-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoIbvZldJI/AAAAAAAAAko/cxufRrZwnio/s1600-h/100_5538-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoIbvZldJI/AAAAAAAAAko/cxufRrZwnio/s320/100_5538-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303560783855449234" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> going to skip past somethings that i have been meaning to blog about and get to the most recent event in my life... valentine's day. so for those of you that know me, know that i love holidays because of the fun you can have with them and such. i love 'em partly because of the excuse it gives you to be cheesy and stuff. anyways... valentine's is probably up there with </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">christmas</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> and my birthday as one of my favorite holidays. and for sake of argument we'll put it up there at number 3 of </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jen's</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> top three favorite holidays. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">... '</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nuff</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> small talk.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoNpkrHPDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/HftRTX8li-U/s1600-h/100_5507.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoNpkrHPDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/HftRTX8li-U/s200/100_5507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303566519052483634" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">where to start... where to start... well let's see a few weeks ago </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bry</span></span> had mentioned that he may "disappear" for a while seeing as spring training was about to commence here in <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">arizona</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> and that he just wanted to give me fair warning about his love for baseball and most importantly the </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">chicago</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> cubs. and then the idea hit me for his valentine's day gift. it couldn't have been more perfect. so i went to work. i went online and researched game schedules, looked for the perfect cubs hat that he didn't have, and made a list of everything you would need for an afternoon baseball game out </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoOBI4jMUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4QFlB1w2LU8/s1600-h/100_5508.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoOBI4jMUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/4QFlB1w2LU8/s200/100_5508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303566923909509442" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">on the berm. then... i was hit with another glorious idea. so that took me to </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">michael's</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">. giant sugar cookie lollipops... frosted in the cubs logo. i was so excited to try to create what was in my head and make it a reality for him. he was going to LOVE it! crossing my fingers. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'll</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> spare the </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">details</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> of the late nights of baking and frosting. not to mention the long details about the hand made card filled with puns because puns are the new black with us (i just have to say that i did hand weave the infield).</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">the basket was delivered by my wonderful roommates to his door while he and i talked on the phone. thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">brooke</span></span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">leeann</span></span>. i couldn't have done it without you. here are some pictures...<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="width: 800px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/cubs/7b116b92.pbw" width="800" height="240"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/cubs/?action=view&amp;current=7b116b92.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoZAnq71uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lJNFqTDnkGA/s1600-h/100_5515.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoZAnq71uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lJNFqTDnkGA/s320/100_5515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303579009621939938" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">In the CUBS basket:</span><ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><li>BIG LEAGUE chewing gum</li><li>2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">IBC</span></span> root beers</li><li>baseball sweat bands (not to really use, more for decoration)</li><li>a HUGE <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hersey's</span> almonds chocolate bar</li><li>good and plenty's</li><li>lemon heads</li><li>red vines (for me b.c. i don't like NIBS)<br /></li><li>NIBS (for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">bry</span></span>)</li><li>a baseball filled with baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ruth's</span></span> (the official candy of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">MLB</span></span>)</li><li>sunflower seeds</li><li>a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">CUBs</span></span> hat</li><li>6 baseball base eggs (each filled with something that i love and admire about him)</li><li>5 large hand baked and hand frosted sugar cookie lollipops</li><li>2 tickets to a game of his choice</li><li>2 tickets for hot dogs at the game</li><li>Cracker Jacks and Peanuts would have been included, but unfortunately i couldn't find any at the stores i went to... lame right.</li></ul><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">a few nights before i gave him another card asking if he would be </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoPcNCAipI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gOzVBn8R0j4/s1600-h/100_5486-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoPcNCAipI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gOzVBn8R0j4/s200/100_5486-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303568488391019154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">my valentine... it goes with a previous conversation he and i had about what our views were on guys and girls roles during this "holiday." i also made him a clay heart in kindergarten and made a photo array of some of our pictures to put somewhere. he loved them all. of course right? </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">lol</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoOgAUgjGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/CId2FFj0Lcc/s1600-h/100_5482-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoOgAUgjGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/CId2FFj0Lcc/s320/100_5482-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303567454186802274" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">on </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">friday</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> night </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">bry</span></span> surprised me with flowers. they were awesome. non traditional. and that is what i loved most about them. picture speaks for itself. it included all of my favorite flowers.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">that night we went to a </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">YSA</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> activity and i saw two of my favorite people from </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">utah</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> who were visiting and both thinking about moving </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">down</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> to </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">az</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">i'm</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> all for them moving down here. come to </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">az</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">jordan</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> and </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">nessa</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">! we'd love to have you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">i was up that night until 4 in the morning trying to finish valentine's stuff for </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">bry</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">, </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">b</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">ry's</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> family, and my roommates. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">sigh</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">. i got 4 hours of sleep. and the next day was going to be a busy day. i had no idea what we were doing. i was just told to be ready by 2 and to bring a jacket. my </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">roommates</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> helped me with what to wear. and then it was all unknown from there.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoKieFA5FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/KCwfm_t0aU4/s1600-h/100_5517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoKieFA5FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/KCwfm_t0aU4/s200/100_5517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303563098488104018" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">bry</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> picked me up in the mini and told me that we were going to</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.visitsedona.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">sedona</span> </a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">for the day! i was so excited. i have never been up there before and</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">leeann</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> had just gone up there the past weekend and gushed about how </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">gorgeous</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> it was. so for the next hour and a half or so we chatted and enjoyed each others company.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoK7HpygzI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EqQ84pojD9Q/s1600-h/100_5518.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoK7HpygzI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EqQ84pojD9Q/s200/100_5518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303563521965065010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">upon arrival we went to a small market place called</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><a href="http://www.tlaq.com/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Tlaquepaque</span> </a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">. There we walked through the small galleries and little shops. we ended up at a place call </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.tlaq.com/stores/how-sweet-it-is.html">How Sweet It Is...</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">and i would finish that with ...loved by bryan bluth. lol. we got hot chocolate and picked up licorice caramels for jackie.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">next we headed to the airport. the airport in sedona is on the</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">1</span><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.visitsedona.com/index.php?action=article&amp;id=158">02 </a><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.visitsedona.com/index.php?action=article&amp;id=158">things that you have to do </a><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.visitsedona.com/index.php?action=article&amp;id=158">while in sedona</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">bry really did he research! love that about him.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoJmh42GKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Vs9HfHYsq54/s1600-h/100_5523-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoJmh42GKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Vs9HfHYsq54/s200/100_5523-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303562068718655650" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">so we had some time before sunset. bry of course had a plan. in the back of the mini was a picnic for two! but not just any kind of picnic. it was a picnic of heart shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, martinelli's, and grapes! so cute! it has a back story too (birdie), but you get the picture. i managed to eat my sandwich with a grin across my face. we ate our yummy picnic in the car, then bundled up to watch the sunset on the red rock of sedona. oh my goodness it took my breath away... oh and the sunset was good too.</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoKHMF5ujI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ZTlXPKYrsOE/s1600-h/100_5520-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoKHMF5ujI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ZTlXPKYrsOE/s200/100_5520-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303562629803522610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">there watching the sunset we sipped our hot chocolate, took pictures for other couples, had our picture taken, and i almost got knocked over by a woman who lost her footing on the slope. oh and she called me a peanut to her group of friends after apologizing. lol. oh and a guy commented that bry and i could do a coffee ad together with our cups. here are some shots of what that ad may have looked like.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">and then... yes there is more. so lucky right. we went to the local theater and bought tickets for confessions of a shopaholic then jumped back in the car to scope out where the restaurant was from the theater. movie-funny. a good pick.</span><br /><br /><div style="width: 800px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/cubs/sunset/09a04207.pbw" width="800" height="240"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/cubs/sunset/?action=view&amp;current=09a04207.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">....drum roll... dinner. yum. but... when we pulled into the restaurant parking lot bry said that it was time for my present. i was a little shocked seeing as earlier in the day when he got his present he commented that he was sorry he didn't get me anything. so he said he lied and that he did. first the card. Laughed.."FRRRR!!!" lol. so sweet. carried it with me in my purse since then... then came a black and white polka dotted wrapped box. i was nervous. i had no idea what to expect. i wasn't really expecting anything at all... i was happy with just the super cute wrapping paper (simpleton).</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">i slowly took off the paper... and under it read a black matte box...."marc by marc jacobs" i almost peed my pants. lol. in my head i'm thinking..."oh my gosh... oh my gosh... oh my gosh..." haha. i finally opened it, after requesting help from bry because i'm obviously opening boxes impaired. and to my delightful surprise its was watch. a totally cute watch! i LOVE it. it was more than i could have asked for. thanks love. he had noticed that i didn't wear one and thought it would be a wonderful idea to get me one.</span><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoXj1iv9II/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kdsny-AgJI4/s1600-h/100_5544-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoXj1iv9II/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kdsny-AgJI4/s320/100_5544-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303577415617868930" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">dinner. food. we love food. bry's parents recommended the place we ate at. they had loved it so much the night they ate there that they went back the next night for some more. it is called</span> <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.dahlanddiluca.com/1/dd-main.htm">dahl &amp; di luca</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> it was named the most romantic restaurant in sedona! look out. the menu was mouth watering. bry was having some blood sugar issues and looked like he was going to pass out or something. so we munched on a few gummy bears and took in the scenery. have no fear our waiter Caesar got bry an appetizer asap to help calm the stomach. that of course was only after telling there were all out of the portobello mushrooms. lame. i had the lamb and bry had the fillet. and we topped it off with flour-less chocolate cake and ice cream. mmmmm....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">the lamb later we found out should be cooked more than i like my steak.... "you should be ok with it medium...." yeah should have thought twice about that one.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">and that was that. we drove home that night. stopping to chat with the cashier at the local chevron. bry had a red bull to stay awake. i did not and therefore fell asleep for about an hour or so. the next morning... i woke up, saw my flowers next to my bed, and sighed. awww. haha.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">this is by far the best valentine's day ever. all around best one! thanks bry!</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoLhUs6qlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JRMzLiFLVsI/s1600-h/100_5500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZoLhUs6qlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JRMzLiFLVsI/s320/100_5500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303564178302872146" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">here is a picture of the v day stuff i put together for his family. we had borrowed a few vases for a previous valentine's day celebration the last weekend (birdie). i could just return them without anything in them...so here is the idea i came up with. there were also valentine boxes filled with lip and heart sugar cookies. yum.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-9020161179931184968?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-91841654227025323452009-01-11T09:40:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:27.471-08:00i can't believe its already the start of a brand new year. i won't bore you with a recap of the entire last year... so we'll settle on the past couple of weeks. deal.<br /><br />i spent christmas in california with my family. everyone was there. it was fun to go home and not do anything for work and enjoy my time with my family. it was really exciting because this was olivia's first christmas. i was kind of sad while i was there. a few of our family christmas traditions did not come to pass. i had a difficult time with that. but hey monitor and adjust (for those educators out there). we did keep the tradition alive of opening presents on christmas eve. olivia was really good at opening her presents. i caught this nice sequence of pictures at the end of her run at the presents:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNhFJG1qeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8R3K-WYXI20/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNhFJG1qeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8R3K-WYXI20/s200/IMG_1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301687927317047778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNi-I65wUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5UEQ6fTlhm8/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNi-I65wUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5UEQ6fTlhm8/s200/IMG_1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301690006031155522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNiG5_2zYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/kWy6cET5NMA/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNiG5_2zYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/kWy6cET5NMA/s200/IMG_1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301689057132596610" border="0" /></a>christmas morning SANTA came (again for me, thanks bry). olivia scored some awesome little instruments and more toys. my sister and brother in law managed to get them all back to omaha. after we took our traditional christmas pajama picture, started cooking, and geared up for a long day of company, good food, and laughter. it was good to be home and be with my family.<div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNlwy_D0JI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gjHxBQ58OuI/s1600-h/IMG_1420-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNlwy_D0JI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gjHxBQ58OuI/s320/IMG_1420-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301693075339595922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNlxMzFruI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Q_HuFE4n1ss/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNlxMzFruI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Q_HuFE4n1ss/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301693082268708578" border="0" /></a></div>over the week we spent time together playing settlers of catan, having wii fit tournaments, and eating yummy foods. brad didn't get to stay long, but it was good to see him for the few days. we shopped a little. we even went bowling! spent time with grandparents on both sides and just relaxed. jacks and i had a good time with liv and my mom. we celebrated liv's 1st brithday, twice. lol. i'll post those pictures later.<br /><br />i left on the 30th to get back to az for new years. wink wink. i got home late that night and went over to bry's to meet his sister and her husband before they took off back to utah. i also had the opportunity to meet his grandparents on his mom's side. it was a full house to say the least. i was a little intimidated, but had a good time.<br /><br />of course i spent new year's with bryan (and every day since). started the evening with dinner with the bluth's. we all ate at oregano's. yum. after we got a surprise phone call from austin about being in a minor motor cycle accident. so bry, me, and lexi headed to pick him up. then we took lexi back to get ready for the youth dance that ashley and tom happen to be dj-ing at. after, we hit up a YSA activity here in phoenix with the "marrieds" in tow (courtney and austin l.). the activity was kind of crowded and not exactly what we thought (its what bry thought it would be actually). we left there after a few mintues of wandering. chatted with the roommates. i really wanted to go to see quinn, but unfortunately i left before he got there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNqU9TgIRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fLLbhkJE0Qo/s1600-h/NY_1-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SZNqU9TgIRI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fLLbhkJE0Qo/s200/NY_1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301698094631493906" border="0" /></a>after we dropped off the "marrieds" and headed to austin m.'s to watch the ball literally drop on 2009 with some friends. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1...then...midnight came and went. no kiss. lol. good story. i love the way that bry tells it. in the moment and all the excitement bry dropped the ball on the new year's kiss. oh well. omen? i wouldn't think so. good times.<br /><br />we rocked the night away playing rock band and guitar hero. bry and austin make quite the duet. trio with me... not so much. i think we played for a good 3 or 4 hours. then settled down and watched season 3 of the office. yes in our old age we managed to pull an all nighter... almost. we all parted ways around 6:30 am. good clean new years fun.<br /><br />more to come...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-9184165422702532345?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-90057754840594035832008-12-28T23:03:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:28.372-08:00<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-9005775484059403583?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-45294464116315882532008-12-28T19:43:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:27.476-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SVhxLMB7jxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/s1Q4oV6WnZE/s1600-h/100_5149-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SVhxLMB7jxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/s1Q4oV6WnZE/s320/100_5149-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285098599741099794" border="0" /></a>ok so i promised that i would posted picture from the date and reveal the very clever guy who asked me on a date via a letter to santa (see previous entry). his name is bryan bluth. and for our first date he hosted a dinner party with his closest friends and the girl of their choice.<br /><br />the night before we got together and made some yummy goodness in the kitchen. who knew a cougar and a ute could get along and create some culinary master pieces! we baked gingerbread with lemon sauce, wassail, and red hot apples. i learned where everything went in their kitchen, maybe a little better than his sister. we stay up and talked until about midnight.the next night was the fabulous dinner party. i was an hour late. lol. my ride (because bry was getting everything ready and hosting) was fashionably late due to the fact that his date had fallen alseep and forgot to get a gift for the gift exchange (love you Kenz). We kind of missed the wassail part of the evening.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SVhwyKesFgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_WATMLrwsjM/s1600-h/100_5180-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SVhwyKesFgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_WATMLrwsjM/s400/100_5180-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285098169828120066" border="0" /></a>as soon as we arrived we were seated outside at a table that was decorated thickly (but not too thickly) with holiday cheer. the ambiance was perfect. the heaters kept us warm as we enjoyed french onion soup (that bry made earlier in the day), a spinach salad (that i passed on eating), pork tenderloin, red hot apples, yummy mashed potatoes, and rhodes rolls! YUM! Bryan out did himself. he is a great cook! my compliments to the chef!<br /><br />the wonderful servers for the meal were Bryan's younger sister, Lexi, and her friend. They were very polite and did an amazing job making sure we were taken care of. By the way i loved how they were dressed in all black. Thanks Lexi.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SVhx_QZeB0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/JgcvvCiebVs/s1600-h/100_5207-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SVhx_QZeB0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/JgcvvCiebVs/s320/100_5207-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099494266767170" border="0" /></a>after we stuffed ourselves silly full of delicious goodness, we moved inside to play greed, catch phrase (j "its made of ham..." a: "put the sanwich in a bag"), and eat dessert. after bry and i washed dishes until about 1 in the morning. i sported his U shirt as to keep from getting dirty (secretly i was hoping to get it dirty while washing dishes and cleaning up my sister has a dirty mind). then talked until about 3 in the morning.<br /><br />so was there a second date? or possible more... you'll have to wait to find out. more pictures from the evening can be found in the album <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2228037&amp;l=f6fc9&amp;id=17819186">"i'm dreaming of a white christmas...because is aint going to happen..."<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4529446411631588253?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-80424311244361360892008-12-09T10:12:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:27.477-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ST7BxMmDGHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/qmzgORpC_2o/s1600-h/100_5123-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ST7BxMmDGHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/qmzgORpC_2o/s400/100_5123-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277868864263362674" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">this past weekend i was directed to this pleasant surprise on a poster as big as the wall at a party i was attending. brownie points for being clever. how could i refuse him after this. plus he is pretty cute. as you can see below we'll be going out on Friday. i'm sure you can figure out what that means for the second phone number listed. i'll make sure to take some pictures of the date and reveal the guy then. or you can just go to the album on the right and look him up. lol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ST7CjiuJWMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jlJJpyP4GaQ/s1600-h/100_5142-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ST7CjiuJWMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jlJJpyP4GaQ/s400/100_5142-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277869729196366018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ST7CjT5Vr9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/adD--Dz1YSk/s1600-h/100_5160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/ST7CjT5Vr9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/adD--Dz1YSk/s400/100_5160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277869725216780242" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8042431124436136089?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-59273290647372039372008-11-05T19:15:00.000-08:002010-01-29T06:52:27.479-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJlx3_Eh4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/dIFzFfeoYtY/s1600-h/IMG_1843-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJlx3_Eh4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/dIFzFfeoYtY/s400/IMG_1843-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382821866014594" border="0" /></a>learning how to country swing dance<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJlOsP_ELI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r3qtVtYBaOE/s1600-h/taus_rodeo_115.sized.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJlOsP_ELI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r3qtVtYBaOE/s200/taus_rodeo_115.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382217420312754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJlPBHV5YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oBpA8ylUQ0c/s1600-h/taus_rodeo_116.sized.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJlPBHV5YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/oBpA8ylUQ0c/s200/taus_rodeo_116.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265382223021204866" border="0" /></a><br />professional photos!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJk05cTLvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/S3Q933LUcT4/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJk05cTLvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/S3Q933LUcT4/s200/IMG_1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265381774285025010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJk1ORPiwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/f0_AimVYj6I/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJk1ORPiwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/f0_AimVYj6I/s200/IMG_1847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265381779875793666" border="0" /></a><br />more dancing...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJkYB59M5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/uTvN5bc2T-c/s1600-h/IMG_1837-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJkYB59M5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/uTvN5bc2T-c/s200/IMG_1837-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265381278340690834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SRJkXWLtcUI/AAAAAAAAAek/3S05LPrD_R0/s1600-h/IMG_1834-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%203/c6691f86.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%203/?action=view&amp;current=c6691f86.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><br /><br />in our church monday nights are reserved specifically as family time. we called it FHE or family home evening. for FHE today we went around NYC on a double decker bus tours... but before that we found our day starting on the subway once again... this time you can see that mom was a little on the happier side than the day before... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yay</span>!<br /><br />we perused times square... went around here and there. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jackie</span> and i revisited one of our favorite childhood stores... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sanrio</span>. but this was called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sanrio</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">luxe</span>. its the only "hybrid" store of its kind in the world. i bought <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">olivia</span> a hello kitty new york photo album to put her pictures from our trip in... and drum roll.... one of those old school plastic wallets that i used to beg my parents for as a kid. sweet!<br /><br />later we went to madame <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tussauds</span> for some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">smoozing</span> with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">celebrity</span> wax figures. Liv loved it. we "met" n sync, bono, jennifer lopez, whoopi, george clooney, michael jordan, etc.<br /><br />Other happenings that day:<br /><ul><li>Ate lunch at Ellen's Star dust diner where olivia was serenaded "i only have eyes for you..."</li><li>took the night bus tour around new york...</li><li>got tickets for the david letterman late show taping</li><li>FAO Schwartz</li><li>Seeing the "Naked Cowboy" in Times Square<br /></li><li>Tiffanys</li><li>M &amp; M Store<br /></li></ul><div style="width: 800px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%203/d353f6a4.pbw" width="800" height="240"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%203/?action=view&amp;current=d353f6a4.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-6594601615611071145?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-59665167136517053402008-10-08T20:34:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:28.376-08:00tuesday was a fun day. to be honest all the days have been really fun. once again we found ourselves riding the subway into lower manhattan. this time it was to times square. <br /><br />we went and bought student RUSH tickets for the little mermaid that evening and score<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-5966516713651705340?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-47424910618960772592008-10-06T07:42:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.489-08:00well sorta. today we spent most of our time on the subway! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span>. good times.<br /><br />we started off the morning buying metro passes for the week and figuring out which lines to use to get to our various destinations. my dad and i perfected our "subway" sense on the Underground in London earlier this year. However, the new york subway wasn't as easy with all the closures and such.<br /><br />so as we were waiting this morning for the right train to come, my mom decided to jump on a train and and check after she got on if it was the correct one. she was yelling at us from the door as we were all preoccupied with our maps and before we knew it the door closed and she was off to wherever all by herself. gosh mom, way to go off and ditch us all there on the platform.<br /><br />we spent the next hour and a half trying to find her on the subway system! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>. no joke. we told her (through the closed doors) to get off on the next stop and we would follow behind and pick her up. well i guess she interpreted it that as something different. wow. she had gotten off and walked up stairs instead of waiting on the platform. so when we stopped... no mom.<br /><br />oh and as a side detail she didn't have her metro card because she thought she would lose it and gave it to my dad. nice right? yeah gotta love my family.<br /><br />we rode the sub down to central park.. still checking at each stop. no mom. no cell service. and no clue where the heck she is. LOVE it! the people who know my mom understand why this is funny and what possible <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dialogue</span> would follow when we finally all met up again.<br /><br />so finally we get a hold of her on her cell phone and she is just freaking out about how no one cared about her and how we weren't look for her. you would think we lost her in the amazon or something. she was blaming us all for leaving her out and that we didn't come and look for her. hmmmm. she thought that we were trying to ditch her. when really she was the one that got on the train and left US behind.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">anywho</span>... she basically sulked all day even though we told her we loved her and that we were sorry. we did tease her a lot about it. i mean how could you not! it was a great way to start the trip... love you mom.<br /><br />other than that we hopped on the RIGHT train ALL together and went down to ground zero. i still can't believe it all... its been 7 years. my kids last year were born in 2001 and my kids this year were born the year i graduated from high school 2003. they will learn about this in their history classes.<br /><br />we cruised the world financial building next door and got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gelato</span>. brad had ice cream that tasted like a tree. poor brad. we ate lunch at a little pizza place. yum. then headed up to china town and little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">italy</span> to explore.<br /><br />4 trains later.... no i think it was only 2 or 3 we got there. we ate dinner in little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">italy</span>. then had a nice time trying to get home that night... red line? green line? get off where? no, go this way... are you sure?<br /><br />made a stop at k mart for diapers and such for little miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">olivia</span> who had been such a good baby all day!<br /><br />second day summary: rode the subway. a lot.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New York 1/New York 2/3207ebf4.pbw" height="360" width="480"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%201/New%20York%202/?action=view&amp;current=3207ebf4.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4742491061896077259?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-32862098907397309672008-10-04T20:37:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.491-08:00for my fall break this year i'm out in new york with my family... we all arrived today from our various destinations.<br /><br />during my first flight i started off my re-lacing my pumas and napped on and off. i stopped in dc for an hour and cleaned out the goldfish that spilled inside my backpack, exciting I KNOW! lol.<br /><br />When we left DC i witnessed luggage being left behind and in this case a bag fell off the luggage truck and was left in the middle of the tarmac. i watched it just sit there completely unnoticed as we pulled away from the gate. thank goodness it wasn't my bag... but i feel bad for the person whom it belongs to. they had a nice surprise waiting for them at JFK.<br /><br />my family had already been at JFK for about an hour before I got there. It was good to see them! Baby Olivia and i had fun waiting for our car to arrive and take us into the city.<br /><br />my dad had mentioned that he had gotten us a limo. and in this case, and for those that know my dad, i'm thinking its one of those bigger bus/van looking things. he said it was a "hummer" and once again i thought he was just being facetious.<br /><br />well about ten minutes later a white hummer limo pulls up. he really did get us a limo! once again, out of the ordinary for a man like my dad. he's a little on the frugal side, well at least he used to be until about six months ago (mid life crisis maybe; he bought a BMW 750 Li).<br /><br />i guess here in new york they don't have the same regulations about children restraints in vehicles. olivia sat in my lap the whole ride and at one point stood between my legs and danced up a storm for us.<br /><br />our apartment for the week is up in Washington heights. we ventured out for dinner and found this yummy bbq place called dallas bbq! oh my gosh the hot wings were so spicy the smell alone cleared your sinuses. the food was delicious and well priced to say the least. we walked around outside columbia's med school which is about two blocks from where we are staying. what a way to get the party started.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%201/1354be29.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/New%20York%201/?action=view&amp;current=1354be29.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3286209890739730967?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-41737070023570590252008-10-02T20:20:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:28.381-08:00i just attended a 3 hours training on the 6 traits of writing. here is a piece that we had to score against a rubric for writing... i thought it was pretty fun. i hope you enjoy it.<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4173707002357059025?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-76072712967376828852008-09-23T20:23:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.493-08:00our very own baby o is going to be on the cover of a calendar!!!!!! check out the link below!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mothering.com/shop/index.php?target=products&amp;product_id=29929">Mothering 2009 Calendar<br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7607271296737682885?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-69631944102961542722008-09-16T21:14:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.495-08:00<style type="text/css">div.pylb, div.pylb a, div.pylb a div, div.pylb a object {width:300px;height:180px;top:0px;left:0px;display:block;cursor:pointer}div.pylb a {position:relative;visibility:visible}div.pylb a div, div.pylb a object {position:absolute}div.pylb a:hover object{visibility:hidden}div.pylb a div { background-image:none}div.pylb a:hover 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and at the wrong time, and lost his life.<br /><br />now i know that doesn't happen every day and i understand that its a fictional story. but at the same time its a very real story. i mean no one knows when and where their life will end. anywho the episode continues on about how each character deasls<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1746941970330105283?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-882782315499826932008-09-16T18:18:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.499-08:00lately i've been thinking a lot about everything that i have left behind in my move to arizona. i have really grown to miss a lot of the people, places, and things that i used to do before coming out here. i mean i guess this is all part of growing up right. i mean we move on, people come into your life, and people leave your life; maybe for a short time and maybe for forever. you have experiences that help you to grow and then they are over. some experiences may seem to come to a premature end and others may seem like they will never will. thats all part of this thing that we call life.<br /><br />don't get my wrong i have enjoyed getting to know new people and stretching myself. its been fun starting anew and just going for it. my ward is great and i am having fun getting involved and doing something different than i am used to.<br /><br />so now i'm just wondering how much of what and who i used to be will i still be at the end of all of this? how many people will i still talk to? who will i still consider a friend? and how many will consider me a friend? am i making enough time for both the old and the new? or am i holding on to the old so much that i can't really give an effort to the new? and how do i make sure that i don't become so engulfed with the new that i forget the old?<br /><br />i have had friends that have gotten married, gone to med school, gone back to byu, moved home, never left home, and moved away for various reasons. how do you find a balance between them all? i've just really come to realize how much i miss a lot of them.<br /><br />i was laying in bed the other night pondering about life and this very subject. i was going over some counsel that i had heard that had left an impression on my heart. i remember thinking, "i wonder what _____ would think about this. i would really like to hear what his thoughts are." i reached for my phone and looked up the phone number... but instead of pushing SEND i push END. i just kept thinking that he hasn't called so he must be busy... i don't want to bother him. he'll call when he isn't busy and then we can talk.... we still haven't talked. i talked myself out of it. lame. i know. but what happened to the two way street saying? me being selfish, i know. then you just sit and wonder... well what if they don't want to talk to me. what if i think of them and they don't think of me. once again... lame-o right?<br /><br />it seem silly to think that a few hundred miles would put a metaphorical wall between our friendship. but that's life right. or is it? for example with this one particular friend, i have work and he has school. i have fhe here and he has fhe there... i'm busy trying to make new friends... he's probably doing the same... he is busy hanging out with the new friends he has... there's no time for the old ones and so on. i mean you can find excuse after excuse, but really what's the excuse?<br /><br />then there's the whole friends of a different gender at this circumstance in our lives. i've heard the argument that there really isn't a point to developing deep relationships with members of the opposite sex unless you plan on making them your spouse. i mean i can kind of see that point, once you get married a very defined line is drawn... but what about before... i mean how are supposed to know that maybe one day this person could really become that best friend that you are looking for... or maybe help you find someone.<br /><br />i have no idea if this makes any sense... theres so much more to it than this... but i can't find the right words to express what has been weighing on my mind. its somewhere between needing to find a balance between it all, timing (those friendships that developed right before leaving that i wish i could put more effort in) and getting over the fear of missing out. at the end of the day i guess it boils down to life goes on and i'm trying to not let that take away from what experiences that i had before. there comes a time to close a door and walk away... but when is that?<br /><br />song for the post: for good-wicked<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-88278231549982693?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-12209135397109020022008-09-11T20:47:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.502-08:00here is the blog site for my classroom.. its kind of "educational" and not really for entertainment... but if you get bored... take a look.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://miradakindergarten.blogspot.com">BANANAS ABOUT KINDERGARTEN</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1220913539710902002?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-58860144301219699482008-09-02T21:11:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.506-08:00once again i found myself in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">california</span> for the weekend (oh wow, feeling the pressure since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amy</span> just told me that she's looking forward to reading this... better make it good). back to the weekend... spent most of it being sick-courtesy of the wonderful germs of kindergarten.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ashley</span>, tom , and i road tripped it out. stopping along the way at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">del</span> taco and (and 1 hour later this is all i got... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">haha</span>).<br /><br />we went out to lunch with the grandparents, all the while i was burning up with a fever and trying not t cough up a lung... hit up the garment district in la... and i tried not to die. during the car rides i ran down the whole synopsis of wicked for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">parentals</span>. we've decided to see it again... hopefully on Broadway during our trip to new york in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">october</span>... still putting the pieces together for that.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4flVmCGuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_B-k0PEBSpk/s1600-h/100_4296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4flVmCGuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/_B-k0PEBSpk/s320/100_4296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661742618122978" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sunday</span> was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sunday</span>. went to a farewell... wow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'm</span> getting old. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">andy</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">rebecca</span> came over for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">sunday</span> dinner and some play time. we taught 'em how to play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">pasoi</span>. good times. took some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ny</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">quil</span> and i was gone!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">monday</span> was the best day. the girls woke up early and went to get pedicures. i have the best looking set of toes known to man right now. electric blue with hand painted zebra print! yes that is right. Sweet!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4fk4z3ZpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cL-ggQi85SE/s1600-h/100_4284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4fk4z3ZpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cL-ggQi85SE/s320/100_4284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661734891513490" border="0" /></a><br />after the relaxing morning we saved tom from chewing off his arm and headed out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">newport</span> to have lunch and get yummy cupcakes. the food of choice was RUBY'S! yum. gotta love burgers and milkshakes. here you can see the beautiful toes next to the classic red seats. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4fki0ZixI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JR4nc0EFUvk/s1600-h/100_4293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4fki0ZixI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JR4nc0EFUvk/s320/100_4293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661728988171026" border="0" /></a>then came the highlight of the trip.... SPRINKLES! love this place. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">rebecca</span> had a point. these cupcakes are to die for! we got 18 cupcakes! yup. 18 cupcakes. they ranged from coconut, red velvet, black and white, cinnamon and sugar, lemon, banana, chocolate marshmallow, vanilla, dark chocolate, and maybe a few others. my favorite so far are the red velvet and black and whites. yummy!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4hFuH0rmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2YkzuqrztPM/s1600-h/100_4319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SL4hFuH0rmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2YkzuqrztPM/s320/100_4319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241663398469742178" border="0" /></a><br />that night our drive was interrupted by witnessing an accident. yes a young man fell asleep at the wheel and hit one of those yellow trash cans filled with water, which spilled all over the two lanes of I-10. he later hit the cement barrier after breaking his front right wheel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">completely</span> off. we pulled over, blocked traffic, took pictures, filled out paperwork, and made videos. good times.<br /><br />it was good to be home for a few days. it was good to have fun and just do basically nothing!<br /><div style="width: 800px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w470.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w470.photobucket.com/albums/rr64/jennifernanci/yo%20yo/f62192a5.pbw" width="800" height="240"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s470.photobucket.com/albums/rr64/jennifernanci/yo%20yo/?action=view&amp;current=f62192a5.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-5886014430121969948?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-71190593098557516342008-08-24T09:41:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.509-08:00....a random conversation today between friends....ENJOY! p.s. andy this one is for you.<br /><br /><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:34 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: You've been invited to this chat room!</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: hey</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: yo what up</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: hi</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: yo</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: jen's coming over to go to church with me</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: andy i dreamed about you</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:35 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>yes i am going to church with quinn</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: oh heck yes on the dream</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>what happened?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: for some odd reason we decided to get married</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:36 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>but we still hadn't kissed or anything</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>and you had this cowardly complex about picking out sandals with your dad</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>you couldn't explain to him why you needed to get a different pair</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: what?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: yeah it was weird</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: that is so weird jen</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:37 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: but we did exhange kisses on the cheek</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>you gave me goose bumps in my dream</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: man why is it when girls dream about quinn things HAPPEN and then when they dream about me... it's like this nunnery type thind?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: lol</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>i was happy in my dream though</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>if that makes it any better</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: happy doesn't cut it</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: thats too bad</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:38 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>because that is better than any sexual feeling or lust</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>it was pure happiness</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>jerk</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: haha</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>hahahaha</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>i love this conversation</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>"better than any sexual feeling"</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: what</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>i was trying to make him feel better</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: haha</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: and telling the truth</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:39 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: i know</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: and then he freaking shuts me down</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: hahahaha</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: last time i try to boost your self esteem</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: and he's gone</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: really?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);">9:40 AM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: i gotta go to church</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: don't get butt hurt</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: although this conversation needs to be quoted somewhere public</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: it wasn't a bad thing</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: classic</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: lol</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andy</span>: yeah right</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>later!!!</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Andy has left</span></span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>: bye@</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span>lol</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quinn</span>: later</span></span></div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"></span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7119059309855751634?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-2664874791943754322008-08-20T22:26:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.513-08:00<div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">we ended the day with a dodger game. we sat behind home plate with our season tickets from my dad's work. it was awesome. mike was in heaven the whole time. we cheered and yelled. we were up outta our seats and making a ruckus.<br /><br />heather and tracie joined us for the game. thank goodness. after they came we got a pleasant surprise from the cotton candy vendor. he presented us with two cotton candy bundles. we were kind of confused to say the least. we politely told him that we didn't buy any and he kindly told us that the gentlemen in the sailor hats had bought them for us.<br /><br />we laughed and looked back to see our bearers of the gift. we then went over and chatted for a minute and took a picture. i really thought they were in the navy or something. how dumb am i? don't worry heather reminds me. lol. yeah good times. they thought we were with our families. really? seriously? anyways... it was flattering and weird at the same time.<br /><br />the game was intense in the beginning. there were at least 3 top ten plays during the game. we were down a run and came back in the 9 to tie and go into extra innings. the place was on fire. it was so loud. well as you know we lost. yes its true. oh well.<br /><br />after the game we got to go down on the field and watch the fireworks.<br /><br />then it was the long journey home. angelina and talked about how stupid people can be. how much we don't understand how a person could mistreat you after going through so much together. not to mention the shadiness of people's actions. have no fear we also discussed how much has come from the different experiences. and we expressed gratitude for certain individuals and prayers that have come at just the right time. sweet tender mercies from the Lord. i miss her already!<br /><br />we capped the trip off with trips to the airport on sunday. church at the local single's ward. and a yummy dinner made by my momma! we also exchanged a series of great comical quotes and just had a great time!</div><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/day%202_dodger/9e942880.pbw" width="400" height="300"></embed><a href="http://i121.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=93" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/day%202_dodger/?action=view&amp;current=9e942880.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-266487479194375432?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-65430073728637193092008-08-20T22:04:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.515-08:00<div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">that night we all spent the night at my house in corona. there was some night swimming and watching the olympics. some stayed up until 6:45 in the morning.... doing gosh knows what *wink**wink*... haha...<br /><br /></div>the next day was filled with activities from morning until night. we started out the morning with dim sum. this is one of my favorite things to do when i go home. its a great way to get together with my family on my dad's side. my grandparents loved it. my grandma was just beaming. she said that the more people that are there the happier she is. so i hope it made her happy that we all came.<br /><br />we gobbled up chinese food left and right. i stuffed my face and then some. i talked politics with my grandpa...he says he's ready for change. i also told him that i was thinking about getting my cosmetology license... he laughed. he seriously thought it was joke. that lead to him announcing to the rest of the table about my success at BYU and how he thinks i should do to law school. yup, i guess i won't be telling him if i get my license. lol.<br /><br />after being fed like royalty curteosy of my grandparents we split off to our various destinations. amy had to go to work. LAME. andy, quinn, and tina took off to the human body experience at the IMAX, the mall, and some other stuff. Angelina, Mike, and I went to meet up with Tracie, Carole, Tawnie, Rebecca, and Caroline to see WICKED.<br /><br />LOVED IT! i really enjoyed the show. i love the stage and i loved the music. there were a few things that i couldn't get over while watching it, but overall i just loved it. i want to see it again... possibly over labor day weekend... i definitely want to see it before it leaves for san fran.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>after we headed to a local rite aid to change clothes, get thrifty's ice cream, and some magazines. then we headed to dodger stadium....</div><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/Day%201/day%202/dim%20sum%20and%20wicked/1ea7b798.pbw" width="400" height="300"></embed><a href="http://i121.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=96" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/Day%201/day%202/dim%20sum%20and%20wicked/?action=view&amp;current=1ea7b798.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-6543007372863719309?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-30977154340861719562008-08-20T21:12:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.517-08:00<div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"> day 1- it all started with a road trip with my good friend quinn. we took off from az after school on friday. we managed to make it less than 5 hours and on less than 3/4 of a tank of gas!!! along the way we blasted new tunes, discussed gospel principles, figured out that my cd player doesn't play songs with the f-bomb in them, and laughed a lot!<br /><br />we arrived at my house in corona later that evening. shortly thereafter amy and tina joined us. we had nachos and bean dip. my mom had made us grilled cheese sandwiches and fresh chocolate chip cookies. now you know where i get it from. Amy and i had come up with this brillant idea to make posters for mike and angelina when we picked them up from the airport. the artwork can be seen in the album.<br /><br />originally amy and i were going to dress up all crazy and try to embarrass them that way too, but that didn't happen. we also had big plans to dress up for wicked... but that didn't happen either due to the fact that amy's boss is a LAME-O! yes thats right a LAME-O and scheduled her to work even though he promised her the night off 2 months ago!<br /><br />later, andy finally joined us from my hometown of walnut! we finished up the poster and started on our way to pick up the two from SLC. they touched down before we got there so i made up some lame white lie to get them to stay up stairs near the gate so we could still surprise them when they came down. they fell for it. so low and behold they were surprise.<br /><br />quinn dropped to one knee and "proposed" to mike. mike ran to me ignoring quinn. lol. i screamed for them, but angelina just thought that i was some crazy waiting for someone else. they both had no idea it was for them! needless to say they loved it.<br /><br />we took the festivities out to the parking lot and began the video tapping. we couldn't fit the resistance of the typical football entrance through the banners we made. so why not tape them. it took three attempts to finally bust through the posters. sad.<br /><br />of course we headed straight to in-n-out and had a burger. there we had a competition with pepper chinnies or however you spell them. it made for some good video and good quotes. tina was the winner eating two. she was totally immune to the heat of the pepper. quinn and amy had the best reactions. i'll have to see if i can post the videos that go with these happenings.</div><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w121.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/4df6c9c0.pbw" width="400" height="300"></embed><a href="http://i121.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=85" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o222/jnlee5/?action=view&amp;current=4df6c9c0.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3097715434086171956?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-8079540191870245042008-07-31T21:19:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.518-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">i sure hope so because i don't have time to write so here are some pictures....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPpQs3lSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ognIIyydnTI/s1600-h/100_3890-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPpQs3lSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ognIIyydnTI/s320/100_3890-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400056351135010" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">eating in the park...<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPpjAayBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BGSIinkKgRM/s1600-h/100_3901-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPpjAayBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BGSIinkKgRM/s320/100_3901-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400061264971794" border="0" /></a>the happy couple just as they got out of the temple<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPqGRIg1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/N2q4CDKQ_PI/s1600-h/100_3921.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPqGRIg1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/N2q4CDKQ_PI/s320/100_3921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400070730318674" border="0" /></a>i got up at four that morning to do paige's hair<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPqrLdhqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4KVECl84-ow/s1600-h/100_3941.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPqrLdhqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4KVECl84-ow/s320/100_3941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400080638641826" border="0" /></a>the bridal party<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPq_qQFlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m4_R4epXJe8/s1600-h/100_3944-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKPq_qQFlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m4_R4epXJe8/s320/100_3944-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400086136493650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKQY9VoPKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/f5S5WCagL2E/s1600-h/100_3950-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKQY9VoPKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/f5S5WCagL2E/s320/100_3950-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400875787107490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKR_GEfcgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/x_9jqX2gU3U/s1600-h/100_3944-4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKR_GEfcgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/x_9jqX2gU3U/s320/100_3944-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229402630477804034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKQZKc8W_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/WfJyxzHy6lI/s1600-h/100_3949-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SJKQZKc8W_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/WfJyxzHy6lI/s320/100_3949-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400879307447282" border="0" /></a>the bride's maids...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">i'm putting together my classroom. teaching starts on monday! i just survived meet the teacher night off less than 15 hours of sleep over the past 4 nights.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-807954019187024504?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-20778741819874608172008-07-17T22:36:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.520-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SIAuZ0FEvdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LZwdrtYoDvk/s1600-h/100_3839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SIAuZ0FEvdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LZwdrtYoDvk/s200/100_3839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224226588761308626" border="0" /></a>ULTRA CLUTCH [hairspray]! today i had the wonderful opportunity to practice doing paige's hair for her wedding. i have always wanted to go and get my cosmetology license and expand on a talent that i had been given. however, i have yet to accomplish that goal in my life. but for now i'm content with playing around and experimenting and having fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SIAuzZ6MiAI/AAAAAAAAASY/Aqj5BwhY7tg/s1600-h/100_3842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SIAuzZ6MiAI/AAAAAAAAASY/Aqj5BwhY7tg/s200/100_3842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224227028412958722" border="0" /></a><br />here are some pictures of paige's hair from tonight. now keep in mind that paige has three times as much hair as the average person. this took us about 2.5 hours to do. there are some things that need to be moved here and there but you get the gist of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SIAvoHyfQgI/AAAAAAAAASg/KpXWDwf4wf8/s1600-h/100_3844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SIAvoHyfQgI/AAAAAAAAASg/KpXWDwf4wf8/s200/100_3844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224227934081860098" border="0" /></a>in this instance i am grateful for hairspray, pomade, bobby pins, and creativity. i'm also grateful for a talent that i can use to help other people with. i don't take credit for the talent. it is a gift that my father in heaven has allowed me to use. everything i am and everything i will be is all because of Him.<br /><br />i am also grateful that paige trusted me enough to do her hair. i'm hoping not to ruin her wedding day with ugly hair. we will begin the hair doing at 4 am! yes 4am. yahoo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-2077874181987460817?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-48405959093096343602008-07-16T13:49:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.521-08:00ok i'm back! i am taking a break from my frantic packing to blog again. i'm finally back for my last week in utah. just a small update before i express some gratitude. so i'm headed to arizona at the end of the week. yesterday i found out that i will be teaching kindergarten in two and a half weeks!!!! ah! i'll update you more as i learn more.<br /><br />so today i'm grateful to just be alive. i am grateful for the wonderful opportunity of mortality. i think heavenly father knew what he was doing. i am grateful to know, in a what seems like a very basic sense, of who i am, why i am here, and where i am trying to get to.<br /><br />while my mom and i were driving to az last week we encountered a stand still on the highway. about 10 cars ahead of us, a car going west bound blew a tire and lost control. it crossed the median and flipped repeated over the east bound lanes. we barely missed the accident being directly in front of us or possibly hitting us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SH5fe-BflMI/AAAAAAAAASI/6DbUoI-NMWM/s1600-h/100_3794.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SH5fe-BflMI/AAAAAAAAASI/6DbUoI-NMWM/s320/100_3794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223717603446330562" border="0" /></a>as you can see in the picture i got out and walked down the highway to see what was going on and to see if there was anything anyone could do. the emergency team responded so quickly. 4 helicopters landed on I-10 air lifting the victims out. the victims: 2 adults and 3 children. i watched as they were loaded in ambulances and the med helicopters.<br /><br />i walked back to the car and told my mom about what had happened. i was overwhelm with gratitude that no one had died. amazingly enough no one going east bound was hit by the car that crossed over. i was grateful that my mom and i hadn't been 10 cars ahead and in dangers path.<br /><br />i am grateful for my life and for the blessings that have come through life. i'm grateful for my body and the gifts my father in heaven, my earthly parents, other family, and my friends have shared me with and my own personal gifts that they have helped me cultivate. my life is filled with many things to be grateful for. without this life i would not be able to come to that knowledge. i would not know what i know now.<br /><br />it kind of reminds me of what Wanda aka Wanderer observes about the human race in the book <span style="font-style: italic;">The Host</span>. I won't ruin the book for those that haven't read it yet, but Wanda shares about how humans love and how they live their lives in such a way that is more vibrant than she has ever experienced. she talks of the colors, the emotions, the conundrums, dichotomies, and joys. i am grateful to say that I AM in the thick of all of it. I am grateful!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4840595909309634360?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-14675869743156279282008-07-09T21:38:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.524-08:00ok so i was going to be super ambitious this month and blog every day. but i don't think that is going to happen over the next couple of days. i mean i could blog quickly each day, but i think i'll wait and blog with real intent later and make up for the days.<br /><br />i'm in arizona. this morning i left utah early, stopped in vegas, then ontario, and finally stopping in arizona. yes its true. i'm doing some more house hunting and district stuff. <br /><br />i will be back to blogging soon. forgive the chaos. thanks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1467586974315627928?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-80712456670471842462008-07-08T20:20:00.001-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.526-08:00i'm going to break away from the months theme for the day because i am elated about what i'm going to write about today. for the month of july i had planned to blog each day about something different i was grateful for. however today im deviating from that slightly. i will resume the gratitude journal again tomorrow from phoenix.<br /><br />for those of you who know that production of wicked know where i got the title for this entry. it is titles of two of the songs in the musical. two of my favs.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evenapencilhasfearto.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/wicked_logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://evenapencilhasfearto.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/wicked_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>the exciting news is that today i bought tickets to see WICKED. finally. 8 of us, amy, quinn, andy, me, tracie, tawnie, rebecca, and katie, are going to see wicked in aug. thats it. i'm on cloud nine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8071245667047184246?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-28069405832456298682008-07-07T21:13:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.529-08:00<div style="text-align: left;">i really love birthdays. that love leads to gratitude believe it or not. i'm a huge fan of a day set aside to celebrate the birth of a child of god. there is yummy cake, balloons, ice creams, friends, family, and not to mention presents. kidding. well sorta.<br /></div><br />birthdays are a great time for reflection. that, for me, is what i am most grateful for. its a day that is set apart to really take inventory of your life. its a great time to evaluate the past year of your life, set goals for the next year in your life, and change. yes yes, i know most people do that during the new year's season. but birthdays are so much more personal. i mean the day is all about you. its not like a mass amount of people are all making the same "resolutions."<br /><br />birthdays are always a very intimate experiences for me, at least for the past 3 or 4 years, as i have gotten older. my focus has changed from the cake and presents, to really a celebration of just being alive. to me its the best time to assess whether or not you are showing your gratitude for that life by the way you have lived the past year and what you are doing to get where you want to go (which i hope is of eternal consequence). and if you are celebrate it. if you aren't humble yourself, repent, and turn to the direction you need to be and celebrate that recognition.<br /><br />its also just an opportune time to see the changes over your life in all aspects. its great to see how you have grown and changed; physically, emotionally, spiritually.<br /><br />i am grateful for a day that is just for me. and i am grateful for a day that is set aside for each person that i love. and i'm grateful for another excuse to show my love and appreciation for myself, other people, and our creator during that day.<br /><br />i hope that each of you, myself included, find ourselves both a year older and wiser too!<br /><br />p.s. happy birthday tomorrow paige!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><table style="border-collapse:collapse;"><tr><td colspan="2"><embed width="300" quality="high" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/customcdown.swf?maturity=1238306400000:3394815:3407667:16737894:source.pyzam.com/app_res/mdp_cd/300x180/7/2/abblackkiss.jpg:my032birthday033" height="180" wmode="transparent" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></td></tr><tr><td style="background-color:#000; filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"><img style="border:0px;" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/app_res/pylogo.gif" /></td><td style="background-color:#000; filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"><a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys"><img style="border:0px;" src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/app_res/cyocd.gif" /></a></td></tr></table><br /><img border="0" style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTQyNDcwMjM2NjgmcHQ9MTIxNDI*NzAyODczMSZwPTM5MDEmZD1weXphbSZuPSZnPTE=.jpg" height="0" /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-2806940583245629868?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-87936604696241549192008-07-07T00:32:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.531-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SHHOGDMMhuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GTbwM_WhluY/s1600-h/100_2887-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SHHOGDMMhuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GTbwM_WhluY/s200/100_2887-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220180046430111458" border="0" /></a>today i am really grateful for my roommates. they just spent the evening and night helping me pack up the load of "stuff" that i have accumulated throughout the five years i have been here in provo. so basically we packed up all my worldly possessions minus my furniture (my sleigh bed, 2 dressers, 2 bookcases, and a set of floating shelves), my clothes, and "immediate" needs.<br /><br />don't worry the monotonous task was filled with laughter, grunts, and emotions as i finally threw away 3.5 years of my life (aka the ex-fiance). that task was filled with mixed emotions. but they were there to help me through it.<br /><br />thanks for the memories. i'm going to miss you like crazy. thanks for being patient with me. thanks for the crazy night with the make up and pictures! thanks for the bob marley night and eating snacks in our basement. not to mention all the funny quotes and the mishaps of every day that keep like interesting!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SHHIeWf94aI/AAAAAAAAARc/DFg9xEa7LYc/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SHHIeWf94aI/AAAAAAAAARc/DFg9xEa7LYc/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220173866860405154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">joy </span>i am especially grateful for your listening ear and your willingness to not judge me. thank you for your advice and guidance when i was trying to decide whether or not to serve a mission. <span style="font-weight: bold;">shareka </span>thanks for always coming with me and being my adventure buddy. thanks for all your encouragement at work and for staying late me with some days. also, thank you both for being there when i was down. thank you for offering bodily harm and for sticking up for me when someone decided to be mean to me. i love you both.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SHHOkAPeUoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/c3TWrPfA6Rk/s1600-h/IMG_0141-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SHHOkAPeUoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/c3TWrPfA6Rk/s200/IMG_0141-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220180561034629762" border="0" /></a>thanks shareka and joy for helping me get it all put away. you guys are the best! see you in morning with those muffins i promised to bake you!<br /><br />oh and shareka do you mind.... just kidding! i'm still really sad that we didn't get a picture of you in your "maid/slave" get-up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8793660469624154919?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-43339558756394114612008-07-05T18:51:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.533-08:00today i am grateful for patience. <br /><br />Romans 5:3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4333955875639411461?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-83917666865707556372008-07-04T22:55:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.537-08:00i feel gratitude to live in such a time and in such a place. this entry will be short for now and modified later.<br /><br />i am grateful to be an american citizen and to live at a choice time in the history of the world!<br /><br />Happy 4th of July!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-8391766686570755637?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-8169748437980679792008-07-03T17:01:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.538-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1rkQ-gw5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/L_SqyHGVjpQ/s1600-h/Picture+167.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1rkQ-gw5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/L_SqyHGVjpQ/s200/Picture+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218945813968896914" border="0" /></a>today i want to express my deep gratitude for my parents. my parents have taught me so much i don't even know where to begin. my dad has taught me how to manage money, be wise, calm, think it through, reasoning, logic, math, knowledge, patience, and so much more. my mom has taught me what it means to be creative, cook, clean, spend like a mad woman, decorate a room, be emotional, risk, and so much more.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1rEBE7H4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/y-GaUMm7iYI/s1600-h/P6080085-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1rEBE7H4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/y-GaUMm7iYI/s200/P6080085-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218945259945009026" border="0" /></a>both of my parents have taught me to be proud of who i am and the things that i do. they have each given me the best of who they are and i hope that i have taken those two pieces and made them proud with what i have done with them.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1sJzjvDGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9UpmPBp5Hqc/s1600-h/100_2699-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1sJzjvDGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9UpmPBp5Hqc/s200/100_2699-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218946458906987618" border="0" /></a>My mom and me at the Keukenhof in Holland<br /><br /></div>my dad has always been a silent foundation in my life. he silently guides and supports me. my mom has always been the verbal one. the one to loudly guide me and tell me what i should be doing. i don't always appreciate each of those completely different styles of parenting enough.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1s2x0bkbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/200yn644vDY/s1600-h/100_2999-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1s2x0bkbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/200yn644vDY/s200/100_2999-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218947231534256562" border="0" /></a>My Daddy and Me in Omaha<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">just the other day i broke down under the weight and pressure of having to move so quickly and taking on a not so ideal situation of employment and such. my dad was right there helping me through it. he just listened to me sob as i sat in the middle of the boxes and stuff that had to be put away in boxes. he offered a solution to the mass chaos and i appreciate it.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1tev_7qDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u2yi4kABm0U/s1600-h/100_2502-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1tev_7qDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u2yi4kABm0U/s200/100_2502-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218947918240393266" border="0" /></a>My birthday lunch at Claim Jumper<br /></div><br />that same day my mom encouraged me to take a leap of faith and to do something that i have never done before. she expressed confidence in me and my ability to make a decision. that has been a rare occurrence, but for one that i am most grateful.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1uZ5F6QtI/AAAAAAAAARM/VefXDfDJunA/s1600-h/PC240023-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1uZ5F6QtI/AAAAAAAAARM/VefXDfDJunA/s200/PC240023-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218948934293668562" border="0" /></a>Daddy and Me sledding at Christmas!<br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">dad</span>. thank you again for your humor and your silliness. i don't think many people know that about you. thank you for teaching me to be self disciplined and to know when to walk away. thank you for teaching me how to conquer the battles that are deep within my soul on my own. thank you for teaching me to work hard and to take pride in my work. thank you for stretching me and pulling me to my potential. thank you for teaching me when to talk and when to hold my tongue (still working on that one (= ) thank you for teaching to me how to win without putting someone else down.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mom</span>. thank you for teaching me how to be who you want to be without being ashamed of it. thank you for teaching me how to love other people. thank you for teaching me how to serve. mom, thank you for teaching me not to be afraid to say something when other people aren't speaking up. thank you for teaching me how to match and have an "eye" for certain things. thank you for fostering my "sense of fashion". thank you for letting me know that i am a "great catch." thank you for being a fighter. thank you for teaching me what it means to live with passion.<br /><br />mom and dad i love you! and i hope that you are proud of me. thank you for loving and supporting me even when i didn't always make the best decision. thank you for my name and for the strength that i draw from it. thank you for seeking for the truth in your late teens and then sharing it with me. i am grateful to call you my parents.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1uYZL8S4I/AAAAAAAAARE/2pSH0YJNz1s/s1600-h/100_2217-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SG1uYZL8S4I/AAAAAAAAARE/2pSH0YJNz1s/s200/100_2217-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218948908549163906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-816974843798067979?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-30214440766985307422008-07-02T15:02:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.540-08:00...beautiful? fun? haha. i'm not sure. but i'm grateful for the hell fire i feel like i have been through for the past month or so. my life has been turned up side down, inside out, and at times has seemed to come to a complete stop.<br /><br />however, at the end of the day i can go to my knees and thank my heavenly father for the things that i have learned along the way about others, relationships, myself, and life. <br /><br />the past couple of months have been anything but a cake walk. i was doing what i thought i could about securing a place for myself outside of utah and away from certain stumbling blocks. i was applying to different jobs, emailing employers, finishing up my first year of teaching, figuring out whether or not to fight for someone or to bow out gracefully and walkaway. i felt like for a long time that i wasn't getting anywhere.<br /><br />the night i got back from seattle i was texting amy and realized that for first time in a while i was happy. genuinely happy. and i was ready to keep going; to move forward. and of course i spoke all too quickly. the next morning i was hit with an "atom bomb." details are not needed. i just felt like my life came to a screeching halt. i felt betrayal, used, deceived, disrespected, and shell shock. <br /><br />when the shock wore off i finally snapped back into it all i broke down and figuratively threw my hands in the air with defeat. in my head i replayed everything i had done to try to move forward and pleaded with God to have one thing work out. i just had this feeling that i had been forgotten.<br /><br />...then of course i was proven wrong. my phone rang and it was the head of HR in arizona saying that they wanted me to come and work for them. i was so excited and just so extremely grateful. my savior and heavenly father hadn't forgotten me. there was somewhere for me and there was something for me to do. the phone call couldn't have come at a better time.<br /><br />so i am grateful for the "crud" i went through so that i could have that sweet moment of joy and happiness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3021444076698530742?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-34647712712929510882008-07-02T00:31:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.542-08:00for the month of july i plan on blogging about the things that i am grateful for. i was sitting around the other day reading shareka's blog about "a picture a day..." and i thought to help to change my heart that i would blog each day about something or someone that i am grateful for. <br /><br />since today is the first day of july (technically the second of july)i thought that i would do a quick introduction to this months topic and state a small disclaimer before i begin.<br /><br />i am moving this month to arizona. in the craziness of the month i'm hoping to blog each and everyday. i am being pretty optimistic with this goal. I'll be flying back and forth to phoenix at least three times and from phoenix to sacramento at the end of the month for paige and jason's wedding before beginning whatever grade on august 4th. so if i miss a day in all the chaos please don't judge me. <br /><br />tomorrow will be the first official day of the month of gratitude!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3464771271292951088?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-42530610211270211992008-06-27T14:02:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.544-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_d8nWIqxo0U&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_d8nWIqxo0U&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />*If the video doesn't work up there click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_d8nWIqxo0U&feature=related">THIS</a>. Or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8bcmKX2Tz8">THIS</a>. <br /><br />this routine was sick. i loved it! absolutely LOVED it. i watched it over and over again. i love that they mixed hip hop with an actual story. a story that i can not get enough of.<br /><br />so the story if the intro doesn't work where they talk about their routines is that mark is emotionally attached to his job aka a workaholic. chelsie is his girlfriend/wife that get the shaft. the choreographers made movements that go with each word of the song to depict what the story is about. its too bad that you can't really see what their faces look like. it made it that much better! <br /><br />i love the part where he is manipulating her dance moves like he is manipulating her emotions in a real relationship. i love the beginning where they are in the blissful stage and then it quickly moves into the fast paced real world. i just love the story that goes on and the intensity of it all. i also enjoyed the "fit" she throws later and how he just walks away from her with out any emotion... LOVED it! i seriously got chills!<br /><br />other favorites this week were <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPumjbRBqZM&feature=related">kherington & twitch</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_W1u-K7dS8">gev & courtney g</a>, and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDho5N62Adc&feature=related">katee & joshua</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4253061021127021199?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-16773097155324318602008-06-24T09:50:00.000-07:002010-07-06T10:58:59.170-07:00this past weekend was a <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLAST</span>! the past three weeks actually <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEnj5K8UBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JvcIjSztYsM/s1600-h/P6080052-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215493341067366418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEnj5K8UBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JvcIjSztYsM/s200/P6080052-1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>have been just amazing, minus the stomach flu epidemic that hit our house. i have spent the past three weeks in california, arizona, and seattle. i had a great time with family and friends.<br /><br />in california my uncle married my cousin's<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEpa4gaRuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/80RA9fUzAj4/s1600-h/100_3312.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215495385293407970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEpa4gaRuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/80RA9fUzAj4/s200/100_3312.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a> mom. yes that is right. they had a kid together, my cousin, about 20 years ago and kind of "broke up." well they tied the knot two weeks ago. i had a great time doing my aunt's hair for the wedding. it had been a while since i had done hair. it felt really good to create something like that again. maybe i'll go and get my cosmetology license...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGE36bX7F9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/fVTD1rKWSMw/s1600-h/100_3510-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215511320391784402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGE36bX7F9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/fVTD1rKWSMw/s200/100_3510-1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>after that i road tripped out to arizona with my mom to look for a house to buy and interview with the kyrene school district. learned a lesson about fundamentals and blind spots. that i will share later.<br /><br />then it was back to california. thats when the stomach flu hit. seven of the eight people in our house got sick. corinne was visiting with her two little boys and they got sick too. it all started with olivia! yup the little ten pounder got us all sick. but we still love her to death.<br /><br />while i was there i had dim sum, went shopping, went swimming, laid out, ate ice cream, read two books, and played with olivia!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEqThiqXyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xBdW3Pmudpw/s1600-h/100_3706.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215496358381379362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEqThiqXyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xBdW3Pmudpw/s200/100_3706.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>SEATTLE!!!!!!! i got back to SLC on wednesday night played with angelina and then got in a car thursday morning and drove out to seattle with andy, jordan, and andy's parents. the drive was beautiful. i finally went to oregon. we played some really fun games along the drive. andy and jordan are officially the best memorizers. but i still claim that i'm right there with them if they weren't using stupid medical terms! oh well.<br /><br />we, as in amy, lindsey, mike, and myself, spent friday setting up the reception. lights, wire, and ivy! ah. it was fun but really hard work.while andy and jordan went golfing. and quinn was MIA. amy and i went to our suite and gabbed about life and its mishaps. she helped me get ready for my adventure with aj. i was a little nervous.&nbsp; she kept me grounded. i don't think i would have survived the weekend with out the eye gel, kidding but sorta not. but really i don't think i would have survived with out amy.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGExnUa6IvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/W7ATTlFP7b4/s1600-h/140269.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215504395037975282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGExnUa6IvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/W7ATTlFP7b4/s200/140269.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>my mini adventure through the pacific northwest helped to put everything into perspective. it goes back to learning how to stand still.<br /><br />as i think about our adventure i kind of have to laugh to myself.&nbsp; our first date and this adventure started out the same, had similar background noise going (i.e. baggage), and somewhat of the same resulting feelings.&nbsp;<br /><br />the first time aj and i went on our first date he told me we were driving to salt lake for a concert.&nbsp; i was beside myself.&nbsp; i kept thinking about what we were going to talk about for the 45 minute drive up there.&nbsp; we talked the entire time. i remember laughing and feeling at ease during our date. and the result when he dropped me off that night was hope.&nbsp; after a long history of empty promises, darkness,&nbsp; and suffering from a broken heart, i felt hope.&nbsp; <br /><br />well this adventure was no different.&nbsp; we set out on a drive.&nbsp; aj and i drove to a little town called north bend and ate at twede's cafe there on the one and only main street. we picked up where we had left off after a few moments of awkwardness and nerves we just chatted like we never missed a beat.&nbsp; <br /><br />we went to a near by lake. it was absolutely still. it was breathtaking. we attempted to skip rocks (like old times at utah lake), but there weren't very many to choose from. so we opted to walk around the lake and explore. apparently it was a time of day that would have been great for fishing.&nbsp; after we drove with the windows down in the truck and sang along to boondocks by little big town and some other great country tunes. we then visited snoqualmie falls. its waterfall that drops 270 feet. we hit it just at sun set. it was beautiful.<br /><br />for the first time in a long time something in my life felt right.&nbsp; being here at this place, at this time, with aj felt right.&nbsp; i can't say that about much else in my life up to now.&nbsp; other things felt good.&nbsp; but this felt right.&nbsp; i needed to be here.&nbsp; i needed this experience for whatever reason.&nbsp; the stillness of the lake, the ease of our friendship, and the timing allowed me to stand still and feel of the mercy and tenderness of the Savior's love.&nbsp; it helped me to feel of the mercy and tenderness of another person whom i missed.&nbsp; i was overcome with a soft sense of joy.<br /><br />standing there with him, the waterfall was like a finalizing washing away of the "stumbling blocks," or rocks for the sake of the metaphor, i had been facing.&nbsp; not only between myself and aj.&nbsp; but so much more.&nbsp; as we stood and watched the majestic sight i let it all go.&nbsp; i let the waterfall take the last remaining debris.&nbsp; i felt refreshed.&nbsp; and most of all i felt at peace.&nbsp; <br /><br />it was nice to have some one call me to tell me they were going to be late.&nbsp; it was nice to feel some one being considerate of me.&nbsp; i hadn't felt that in a while.&nbsp; it was nice to just talk. it was nice to just be together. it was nice to not have to put on a happy face since it seem to come naturally.&nbsp; it was like the feeling you get when you have been away from home for a really long time and the journey to the front door has been all but pleasant.&nbsp; then you push open the door and take that first step inside.&nbsp; that's what this felt like.&nbsp; thanks aj. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEtrQ-uUnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gAf_50XJn-4/s1600-h/100_3612.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215500064787419762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGEtrQ-uUnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gAf_50XJn-4/s200/100_3612.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a><br />the next day was the wedding. it was a long day to say the least. we did some traditional chinese events in the morning. then the sealing, followed by their reception. i teared up when jessica hugged her dad outside the temple and when they shared their dance. i'm a daddies girl through and through. jessica and justin will be great together. no doubt about it.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGE0Ut-4FNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cp6XpIEN-Rk/s1600-h/100_3551-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215507374017090770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SGE0Ut-4FNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cp6XpIEN-Rk/s200/100_3551-1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a>the other fun came in the early hours of the morning. haha. we drove into seattle at like midnight every night just to do something. one night we just drove around and never got out of the car. i can't even begin to describe or illustrate the humor and fun we had. i'll try to list them and those that were there can appreciate them: eye gel, jack in the box drive through, chocolate milk, contacts, taxis, dicks, skin walkers, big toes, towel wrapping, being on tv, poems, diapers, singing, prom poses, "how about now?", wendys, the cross fire friend, 3 people to a bed, and that is just the surface. there are pictures in <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2189479&amp;l=b191e&amp;id=17819186">the green grass on the other side</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2189488&amp;l=a1ddb&amp;id=17819186">the other side keeps getting better</a>. also, amy said it better in her post <a href="http://amylynnstephens.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-wedding-in-seattle.html">sleepless in seattle</a>. read it!<br /><br />over all, i just want to say that i am happy and these are some of the things and people who help me to realize just how happy i am!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-1677309715532431860?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-36875620776500345702008-06-24T00:25:00.001-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.549-08:00today was an interesting day. i got a call this afternoon from the lady that i interviewed with in az. i had been waiting to hear back from them for some time. i wasn't thinking that they've offer me a job with different reasons as to why. i decided to not let it get to me and just enjoy life for the time being.<br /><br />well as a delightful surprise today the head of hr offered me a teaching position in the top district in az. she doesn't have a specific classroom for me yet, but said if i was interested that they were interested. and if i would do my part and they did there's i'd be set for the fall.<br /><br />ah! its exciting. however, recently i've kind of thought about exploring some options in the pacific north west, the seattle bellevue area. our trip up there this past weekend was amazing. i'll give more detail later. but now i'm torn between seattle and az.... and i have about a week or two to decide...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3687562077650034570?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-49938553047277184882008-06-24T00:25:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:28.401-08:00today was an interesting day. i got a call this afternoon from the lady that i interviewed with in az. i had been waiting to hear back from them for some time. i wasn't<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4993855304727718488?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-73026188480931841312008-06-12T19:33:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.552-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SFHde1vMdjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RKKNrtu1KT4/s1600-h/mkwii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SFHde1vMdjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RKKNrtu1KT4/s320/mkwii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211189765735216690" border="0" /></a><br />i know i can! i just went to sam's club and found the best game ever on n64 for the wii.... drum roll.... mario kart! yes i know its been out for a while. trust me i know. i have been on a game hunt ever day for the past month for this game. i even bought an extra wheel before getting the game.<br /><br />i remember this was the only game that i would play on my old 64. its the only i needed. i LOVE this game. my brother-in-law brad and i stayed up until 6 in the morning playing it when i got to omaha for his graduation. who needs sleep when you can play mario kart?<br /><br />the bananas. the red shell. the green shell. the bullet. the POW. the battles. and everything else. i love the new cars that they have. my favorite is the new high chair looking vehicle! wanna play?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7302618848093184131?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-53187271242849366632008-06-09T11:05:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.553-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SE1xthOsl6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/FH2hbPHOxhw/s1600-h/DSC03954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SE1xthOsl6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/FH2hbPHOxhw/s320/DSC03954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209945370765596578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SE1ysKTq69I/AAAAAAAAAMc/szjqkeIkZts/s1600-h/100_3231-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SE1ysKTq69I/AAAAAAAAAMc/szjqkeIkZts/s320/100_3231-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209946446944201682" border="0" /></a>...other than, "andy its ok..."<br /><br />ha ha. kidding. these are two pictures of some fun we've been having since teaching is over.<br />one is of us exploring provo including indian cuisine, maestros, and center street. the other is bocce ball and snow cones. of course followed by red robin, a movie, and hot tubbing. yes i know that they are only of quinn and myself. There are more of the happenings in two albums on the right of the blog.<br /><br />i am really looking forward to sharing about the rest of my trip to california, arizona, and seattle!<br /><br />i have an interview tomorrow in AZ. wish me luck... i'll be sure to let you all know how it goes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-5318727124284936663?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-49272629512719500482008-06-03T10:23:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.555-08:00life has been pretty crazy lately. the school year is finally over. the little ones have gone away for the summer. i have successfully completed my first year of teaching.... now what?<br /><br />that seems to be the questions that has been on my mind for a little over 2 months. 2 months ago i decided to resign from my teaching position and venture out away from utah. and now i'm in the process of making that happen.<br /><br />a lot in my life has changed. a year ago yesterday, i said yes to a young man who asked me to spend the rest of eternity with him. that obviously has changed. a year ago i had a plan for the rest of my life. i was headed down a path that felt right. one that was illuminated with light and sunshine. however, i find myself down a completely different path (reminds me of the story of the fork in the road by elder holland, i think).<br /><br />i have to admit that i have had very deep and long moments of uncertainty, unhappiness, and down right depression. on the other hand i have also had wonderful, blissful, and peaceful moments in the midst of the storm.<br /><br />one of these moments came just a few nights ago as i was reading in the Doctrine and Covenants. i had been just flipping through the pages and reading random passages that i had highlighted trying to figure out why i had highlighted them when i came across D&amp;C 123:17. <blockquote>"Therefore, dearly beloved [sister], let us cheerfully do all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance to see the salvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed."</blockquote>for anyone that knows me they know that i am kind of control freak. i am definitely a do-er and i am an a type personality. well lately i feel like i've been running around with my head cut off trying to do everything even the things that are out of my control. the scripture talks about being <span style="font-style: italic;">cheerful </span>and doing <span style="font-style: italic;">all that is within</span> our power. i'm was not cheerful or doing just what is within my power. i was chastised by the Lord and it was just what i needed.<br /><br />then it admonishes to stand still. what does it mean to stand still...? that is what i am trying to figure out. i mean it says to <span style="font-style: italic;">stand still</span> and it <span style="font-style: italic;">promises </span>that with the <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">UTMOST ASSURANCE</span> I will see the salvation of God (i took it to mean His plan for me) and for his ARM (WILL or WAY) to be revealed. there you go jen, DUH! i mean its right there. a perfect piece of knowledge and light.<br /><br />so what about peace... does that come when you are standing still? i want to feel at peace... so i kept flipping pages and stopped when i saw this scripture:<br /><blockquote>"But learn that he who doeth the works of righteousness shall receive his reward, even peace in this world and eternal life in the world to come..."</blockquote>now i need to do the works of righteousness and i have been promised that i will have peace. so my next feat will be to learn to do all things that are within my power cheerfully, then stand still, learn and do the works of righteousness, and be obedient. i think standing still is going to be my hardest challenge...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4927262951271950048?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-47901963217383389942008-05-27T19:05:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.556-08:00how many times have you been told when life closes a door that it will open a window? or when one door closes another one opens? too many times to count i'm sure. or when life hands you lemons... make lemonade? yep that one too.<br /><br />the other day as i was leaving school a co-worker of mine asked me for an update in my personal life. she knew of the struggles that i had been going through and the abyss i was finding myself spiraling down. i told her that i really didn't have much to share. she said this, "well i know that you've probably heard this before... when one door closes another one will open... but what no one tells you is that the hallway is hell..."<br /><br />isn't that the truth? no one ever tells you that. and you know what THEY SHOULD! lol.<br /><br />there is an address, <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=75e7ee9ba42fe010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;hideNav=1">Choices</a>, given by the late President James E. Faust about the principle of doors opening, opportunities, agency, and such. he talks of indecision being a decision and how a person may have the opportunity to partake in a blessing, but through their own agency they may miss the blessing or opportunity that Heavenly Father has put before them.<br /><br />i am currently self assessing those situations in my life... was it really right? was it right then and wrong now? was it because of my ignorance/fear/lack of faith/stubbornness that i missed the boat? how many doors have closed? how many new doors went unnoticed? even windows? and lemonade... i'm not even going to go there... =)<br /><br />i feel like a HUGE door in my life has closed. i am walking that hallway of "hell" searching for the next door to open. will i recognize it? what helps you to see the doors? how do you know which door or window to try? is there someone there.... walking this hallway with me?<br /><br />i know that i am not alone. my savior and redeemer is there. i can hear his voice. i can feel his love. i know that i will try doors that will not open. some that will open a crack but won't budge any farther. i may be deceived. i may deceive myself. but i have a rock on which i can build myself and that rock will get me through it all.<br /><br />lemonade anyone?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-4790196321738338994?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-92223988159121882412008-05-18T21:10:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.558-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-NEHpvOI/AAAAAAAAALA/76qb0Vb7Km0/s1600-h/olivia1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-NEHpvOI/AAAAAAAAALA/76qb0Vb7Km0/s320/olivia1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937070010514658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-gEHpvPI/AAAAAAAAALI/3wOqpT0g9ko/s1600-h/olivia23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-gEHpvPI/AAAAAAAAALI/3wOqpT0g9ko/s320/olivia23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937396428029170" border="0" /></a>i haven't been able to think of what to blog about lately... so here are just a few pictures of my BEAUTIFUL niece, Olivia Lee Sellers. maybe... one day....<br /><br />we were all born with full heads of hair! she is no exception. gotta love the cute pig tails. she is our very own version of Boo from Monsters INC!<br /><br />she is so curious already! olivia and i sat out in the foyer during brad's hooding and she just love watching all the people walk by.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-y0HpvQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZZS84XCPIkE/s1600-h/olivia4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-y0HpvQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZZS84XCPIkE/s320/olivia4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937718550576386" border="0" /></a>she is also a talker! she'll just sit on the bed and tell you stories. you should hear that one about the hippo and lion! kidding of course, but she very vocal; in a good way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-_kHpvRI/AAAAAAAAALY/HSI_AEde7-E/s1600-h/olivia6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SDD-_kHpvRI/AAAAAAAAALY/HSI_AEde7-E/s320/olivia6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937937593908498" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-9222398815912188241?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-39360721442299958762008-05-07T07:51:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.560-08:00monday marked the beginning of the end of the my 1st year of teaching! that is exciting, and nerve racking at the same time. i started to take down my room as of monday. i will admit that i am still torn about leaving. however, at the same time i feel like i just have come to a cross road in my life where change is needed. there is too much here that i don't understand. sounds kind of like i'm running, huh?<br /><br />well i guess if you want to think about it that way i guess i kind of am. i am running <span style="font-style: italic;">towards </span>something, at least i'd like to think of it that way, and not <span style="font-style: italic;">away </span>from something. i haven't done something just for me in a long time. i had made the decision to stay in utah after graduating for an "us" not a "me." i have made choices in my life for the past year for "us" and not "me." and well it started to get old as the other part of "us" <span style="font-style: italic;">appeared </span>to be thinking more "me" than "us." and please do not take that as me trying to point a finger. it is what was best for him and that makes me happy. now i guess its my turn to think "me" instead of "us."<br /><br />no word from any school districts yet. but i'm exploring other options. i looked up different cosmetology schools around the country and make up artistry schools too. i started to study for the GRE to go back to get a masters degree. still contemplating the LSAT. the world, once again is my play ground. now i need to be <span style="font-style: italic;">active in choosing</span> what to do with my play ground and where i want my life to go. i need to line up things for me and then take other things or people as they come.<br /><br />God has given me that right to choose my path; even the wrong path. with these choices come consequences, both good and bad. and those consequences are unavoidable. i pray that i will use the divine gift instead of becoming apathetic, crippled, or faithless. i would like to think of Heavenly Father and myself as a partnership. <span style="font-style: italic;">together </span>we are building up the kingdom. He at the head with me participating <span style="font-style: italic;">willingly </span>by <span style="font-style: italic;">submitting </span>myself to His will. and if/when he stays his hand, moving forward with courage, trust, and faith in Him and in myself and making decisions based on my testimony of the restored gospel and not in the "arm of flesh."<br /><br />come what may, i will progress. at least that is my goal. hugh nibley said "true education is progressive repentance." i have been told that i need to seek out all the education i can both spiritually and temporally. and when the time comes in my life that i can no longer progress on my own and need a partner to progress in the eternal scheme of things, i will stand and say with confidence that i have done all i can as an individual to ensure our progress as a family unit (crossing my fingers).<br /><br />sometimes we cannot ask our father in heaven to change our situation, but we can ask him to aid us in changing our heart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-3936072144229995876?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-29578949814976182792008-04-26T21:24:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.561-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQAXAwd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/44z-4GhzjK0/s1600-h/100_2783-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQAXAwd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/44z-4GhzjK0/s320/100_2783-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193776665605308194" border="0" /></a>day 4- flew into heathrow today. we took the underground from the airport to our hotel. or should i say the stop that we thought was for our hotel. there were no elevators so i had to drag both my suit cases up what seemed like a million flights of stairs. when we surfaced we had no idea where we were.<br /><br />eventually we found our place on high end road. thank goodness. we walked around and found a pub to eat dinner at and watch some football (soccer). it was great. we stayed away from the city, next time i would change that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQBOwwd_zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/47STbMLhwBo/s1600-h/100_2814-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQBOwwd_zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/47STbMLhwBo/s320/100_2814-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193777623383015218" border="0" /></a>day 5- this morning we got off to an early start. we found a closer underground stop and took that to hyde park and the marble arch. here we got on a double decker bus and took the city tour. i never realized that london was so spread out. i sat on the top for a while. it was FREEZING! finally i just couldn't take the cold anymore and the annoying russian lady who kept standing up and blocking everything so i went downstairs to join the parentals. boring! you couldn't see anything. i don't know why people would sit down there! defeats the whole purpose.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQDbwwd_0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/48fPXCYwyfM/s1600-h/100_2835.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQDbwwd_0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/48fPXCYwyfM/s320/100_2835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193780045744570178" border="0" /></a>anyways, we looped around again and stopped at the tower of london! this was one of my favorite experiences. i had just developed an interesting in king henry viii and all the drama that unfolded with him and his wives. there was so much history there. the be-headings of anne boleyn, lady jane grey, and the mystery behind the two missing princes. not to mention elizabeth and mary (bloody mary) were prisoners there too. sir thomas moore and so many others. it was just fascinating. i ate it all up.<br /><br />then there were the crown jewels. they were breath taking. and the tower itself is over a thousand years old. AMAZING! i bought a book to help satisfy my new intrigue. its called elizabeth and mary. its about elizabeth and mary queen of scotts and there whole rivalry which end up in mary's death. i was just blown away.<br /><br />other sites: london bridge, the london eye, kensington palace, st paul's cathedral, westminster abby, houses of parliament, big ben, the aquarium, tower hill, marble arch, west end theater district, soho, etc.<br /><br />later that day we hit <a href="http://www.harrods.com/HarrodsStore/">harrods </a>to visit <a href="http://www.tiffanyandco.com/">tiffanys </a>to see if i could get my necklace fixed and to see if there was anything here that we didn't have at home. nada. we went to the ice cream parlor and the candy store.<br /><br />after we got back on the bus and completed the tour of the city. we walked oxford street that night and did some shopping at the department stores and souvenir stores. didn't find a lot considering the pound was two to one us dollar. i had a hard time parting with that kind of money for things that i could find at home.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQFggwd_1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rr83Jpg9dSc/s1600-h/100_2836.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQFggwd_1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rr83Jpg9dSc/s320/100_2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193782326372204370" border="0" /></a><br />day 6- today holds my favorite experience from my trip. but i'll get to that later.<br /><br />we walked from the underground to buckingham palace today. no changing of the guard today. but the palace itself was exquisite. there was a small guard that passed through the square on horse back at the time that they would normally change the guard. however, they only do it every other day during the year and then everyday during the summer. the queen was residing there, hence the flag. once again it was too cold to stand out there to long to we looked for a place to walk around inside.<br /><a href="http://www.westminster-abbey.org/"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQJnAwd_2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tylEggXwu5U/s1600-h/100_2846.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQJnAwd_2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tylEggXwu5U/s320/100_2846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193786836087865186" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.westminster-abbey.org/">westminster abbey</a> was the answer. we spent a few hours walking through the abbey looking at all the tombs, monuments, and art through out the abbey. this experience was in the top three for me. we saw tombs of the people we had learned about at the tower. we saw tombs of henry vii and elizabeth, mary tudor (bloody mary), mary queen of scotts, darwin, and edward the confessor to name a few. memorials to newton, and some of my favorite authors. one of my favorites was the poets corner with jane austen, the bronte sisters, geoffery chaucer, tennyson, dickens, shakespeare, and handel! wow. yes....wow.<br /><br />then there was the coronation chair. it has been used at all the coronations since 1308. 1308!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.lesmis.com/index2.htm">LES MISERABLES.</a> after that we jumped back on the underground to picadilly circus to buy tickets to a show. it was supposed to be a surprise for my birthday from my parents, but my mom couldn't keep it from me. we went and saw.... les miserables! that was my favorite part of this trip! hands down one of the best experiences of my life. the performance was stupendous! i cried. i had seen phantom when i was younger and had always wanted to see les mis! finally! we snagged some great seats for that nights performance. it is performed at the queen's theater in the west end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQPQQwd_3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bbyg6KU_0Dk/s1600-h/100_2852.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQPQQwd_3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bbyg6KU_0Dk/s320/100_2852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193793042315607922" border="0" /></a><br />the music. my mouth just hung open as drew sarich, who played jean valjean, hit the note at the end of <span style="font-style: italic;">who am i</span>... the line "who am i.... 2-4-6-0-1." the note was just so powerful and rich. then there was <span style="font-style: italic;">i dreamed a dream </span>sung by fantine, joanna ampil. the lines:<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>"He filled my days with endless wonder...<br />...But he was gone when autumn came<br /><br />And still I dream he'll come to me<br />That we will live the years together<br />But there are dreams that cannot be<br />And there are storms we cannot weather"</blockquote></div>i shed a tear. yes it is true. and again at the end. of course i could care less for the songs like <span style="font-style: italic;">master of the house</span> and the prostitutes singing their song. the lesson of change and being that change you want to see in the world was there. and i thought of president hinckely and his love for <span style="font-style: italic;">bring him home</span>. i absolutely LOVED it! and who knows maybe i'll have to make a special trip out to NY during the 6 month limited engagement on broadway to see it again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQPcgwd_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j3fAtybf5Kg/s1600-h/100_2849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQPcgwd_4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j3fAtybf5Kg/s320/100_2849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193793252769005442" border="0" /></a>before the show we ventured out into soho and china town... we had traditional chinese food for dinner and walked around the shops before heading to the theather.... i fell asleep that night humming <span style="font-style: italic;">bring him home</span>...<br /><br />day 7- was kind of a blah day. by this time i was way ready to get back to the us. i wanted to sleep in my own bed and just be able to sit for a while and not feel like i'm wasting time or money because i'm abroad. i was ready to just take a break and sit and read a book for hours and not feel guilty. i was homesick.<br /><br />today's stops were the british museum, regent street, hamleys, the london eye, and more shopping. my favorite part of the museum were the exhibits about egypt and mummies. facsinating. <a href="http://www.hamleys.com/">hamleys </a>is one of the largest toy stores. it is the largest in london. there were 5 floors of toys. i walked around and picked out all the toys i used to play with as a kid. and i was glad to see that somewhere in the world they still made some of them. i got a paddinton bear and a book from my mom there. apparently its supposed to be for my children who, by the way, are still waiting patiently in heave for the mom to get a clue. and i also bought a star (yes a real star in the night sky) for my students. it came with a cute blue stuffed dragon. we have yet to name our star.<br /><br />the london eye. this was a sight that everyone must see. i was a little freaked out at first, but it was well worth it. the views of the city were sensational. too bad it wasn't a totally clear day when we went. but i got some good pictures of the city. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQViwwd_5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/2CW8rh6VRoU/s1600-h/100_2870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBQViwwd_5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/2CW8rh6VRoU/s320/100_2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193799957212954514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />by the time we were done getting all the "stuff" for our friends and family here i was ready to just get on a plane and come home.<br /><br />day 8- woke up early to finish packing and get ready to venture home. took an hour cab ride to gatwick airport. the underground and other trains weren't such a good idea with the luggage situation which we learned on the way in from heathrow. the cab ride took about an hour. i got sick in the car. not sure if it was driving on the other side of the road, lack of circulating air, or the fact that i was way dehydrated. maybe a combo. all i know is when we got to the airport my heart jumped.<br /><br />the flight home wasn't as high tech as on the way in. no touch screens and guess what... no people. our flight was almost empty. i had a whoel row to myself and stretched out for the journey home. watched national treasure two (again), enchanted, and sort of watched the water horse. read a lot. chatted with my dad about life. once again, no sleeping.<br /><br />on my flight were two of my professors from byu. that was a little weird. they were from the pre-school at byu. random seeing as byu was still in session. small world i guess.<br /><br />i finally got home after 23 hours of no sleep and crashed. got up the next day and went back to work. and let me tell you... still recovering and its been six days...i'll post more pictures as i get them from my parents. there are links on the right up at the top for more pictures!<br /><br />the united kingdom- i'd do it again. only this time i'd explore the countryside more and things outside of london. ooooo and i'd rent a car for a day just to drive around.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-2957894981497618279?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-75256356480172394932008-04-25T19:41:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:28.406-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBKW6gwd_xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bgGjqYATriI/s1600-h/100_2898-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SBKW6gwd_xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bgGjqYATriI/s320/100_2898-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193379252281409298" border="0"></a><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6869234254237297287-7525635648017239493?l=jennifernanci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054852957922308314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869234254237297287.post-80894452949601393832008-04-21T16:42:00.000-07:002010-01-29T06:52:27.567-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SA0ncQwd_nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FQsRMFb2xQI/s1600-h/100_2655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SA0ncQwd_nI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FQsRMFb2xQI/s320/100_2655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191849311916129906" border="0" /></a>Day 1- Traveling to Amsterdam. i got up at 4 this morning to make sure that i got everything that i needed. joy and i headed to the airport. i dropped off joy for her 6:55 flight and then headed to angelina's to drop off the car and wait until it was my turn to head to the airport.<br /><br />i flew from slc to atlanta. my parents flight from lax was canceled. they were bused to orange county and just made it. we met in atlanta. from there it was a LONG flight to the netherlands. i normally do fine traveling, but i got really sick on the way over for the last 2 or 3 hours of the flight. for most of the flight i played on the touch screens on the seats in front of us. i played my some of my favorite games. <a href="http://bloomingbliss.blogspot.com/">Cami </a>and i used to stay up until all hours of the night playing zuma and bejeweled. so i played those for a while. i also played this spelling game with tiles and such.<br /><br />in flight movies were great too. we could watch whatever movie, whenever we wanted on our screens. i opted to watch elizabeth: the golden age. it sparked an intrigue about british history. i'll get to that more later in the second half of the trip. other movies: becoming jane, dan in real life, i am legend, enchanted, etc. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vm6Qh_WqWps/SA0qFgwd_oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YaOAJw4y0HA/s1600-h/100_2657.JPG"><img style="margin: