<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103</id><updated>2012-01-27T01:32:30.211-08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Rantings and Confessions'/><category term='Tagging'/><category term='Friends and Adventures'/><category term='Randoms'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Dating and Relationships'/><category term='Tips and Education'/><category term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category term='Simple Truths'/><category term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Some Days You Just Shouldn't Ask</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an artist. I use writing and photography as my escape, my expressor, and as my passions they are pretty much all I have to offer the world. But there are some days when you just shouldn't ask what I was thinking... :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2465384269786804295</id><published>2012-01-18T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:43:42.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoarders Express...</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Epicness. Of. Gross!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone knows about the show 'Hoarders' on TLC right? Well, last night Aaron and I sat down and actually watched a full episode of it. I wanted to vomit. Aaron went pale. It was all we could do to not run out of the living room screaming and crying. I had seen glimpses of the show before, but never actually taken the time to sit down and watch a full 1 hr episode, as Althea (My mother's mother...) is a known&amp;nbsp;hoarder. One family was on the brink of losing their 3 kids, the mother was a compulsive shopper, and the dad couldn't let stuff go. The other family was a lady who horded food, and "Hated wasting things." She also didn't believe in the expiration dates. "Well, if it isn't puffy, and it doesn't smell terrible I figure it's still good. What's going to happen to sour cream, it is going to go sour!? You know... Haha!" &amp;nbsp;ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?!?!? Oh, you should have seen the way Aaron and I would cringe as they cleaned out these homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!&amp;nbsp;I married a clean freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a tiny shoe-box apartment so that we can manage rent, pay off loans, and save money to buy a house. Organization is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron married an avid organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show was over, and we had regained control over our speech capabilities we promptly thanked one another for not being anything like the two families we had just watched empty out their "Dirty Laundry." We were then able to talk about the way we would like to have our home organized, and the de-cluttering process we knew would be coming up when we move. (Hopefully in the next few months.) Thank heavens neither of us has issues with throwing out items we don't use, or need, and we seem to balance out the other's failings in the home cleanliness areas. Example: Aaron get's overwhelmed with papers, and things on the table, so he will just pile them on the counter, or throw them out. I have learned to keep all bill statements and&amp;nbsp;receipts&amp;nbsp;for at least 30 days, and I hate having counter space bogged up with papers and&amp;nbsp;nonsense&amp;nbsp;clutter. We've already talked about the need for a filing cabinet so we are both able to function, but right now we haven't the room for it, so we have delegated one counter corner as our temporary Filing space. Drives us both mad, but it's the best we can do with the circumstances we have been given. However, because Aaron hates having the table cluttered we often go through and throw away old papers, coupons, random items we pick up and have no place for -- where I keep receipts and bill statements, we have been saved several hundred dollars from creditors who have tried to bill us twice, or claim 'unpaid' items and jack up interest amounts. Win/win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I do have a few 'hoarders' in the family, I have always tried to be aware of those habits, and make sure those tendencies are not carried over into my own life style. Where Aaron works with truckers, who are notorious hoarders, he too watches himself as he doesn't want to carry those habits either. One day I will take him to a particular family member's house, and record his reaction. Then send it to America's funniest home videos, because that man had some classic facial expressions while watching that show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2465384269786804295?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2465384269786804295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2465384269786804295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2465384269786804295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2465384269786804295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoarders-express.html' title='Hoarders Express...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1834542914867978834</id><published>2012-01-10T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:45:04.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder She Wrote...</title><content type='html'>If a remedy for our neighbors ridiculous alarm isn't found soon, I am going to go postal and commit murder. Their alarm clock is on my hit list! These two women who live above us are among the most annoying of sorts! They stomp everywhere they go, never leave their apartment, and are incredibly rude/inconsiderate/abnoxious... etc! AND THEY SMOKE INSIDE THEIR APARTMENT!!! Well, they used to. I still catch moments here and there, but ever since tub-a-lub was carted to the hospital the smoking inside has decreased, now it's just outside as I come and go that I have to hold my breath. I can't tell if #2 smokes or not, as she is rarely ever seen. Anyway... their alarm. It goes off at 7:22am every morning. (What the random right!?) and doesn't stop until 9:30-9:45ish. That is 2 hours of the worlds most obnoxious sound. It fills our apartment, and even permeates the air outside. It's starting to give me a complex, as well as migraines, and puts stress on the baby. Not exactly the ingredients needed to make a happy Jess. Aaron is exhausted all the time, as he doesn't get off work until midnight, and rarely gets home before 12:30am. We usually get to bed around 1-1:30am. 5 hours a sleep, with 12 hours of hard labor is not very healthy and it's starting to show. I typed up a note I am going to put on their door tonight when I get home, as well as complain to management. Though I am not sure what they can do. It wouldn't bother me so much if they turned off the alarm within a reasonable amount of time, but they don't. I can hear them moving. I can hear their water running, and their kitchen being used. I know they are up. Yet they let that stupid noise box continue to interrupt our mornings. I don't know what their deal is, but if this continues... I may just pull out a box of pregnant lady ass kicking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1834542914867978834?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1834542914867978834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1834542914867978834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1834542914867978834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1834542914867978834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2012/01/murder-she-wrote.html' title='Murder She Wrote...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4170277803680516895</id><published>2011-12-26T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:02:36.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight, Starbright...</title><content type='html'>"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." Vincent Van Gogh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4170277803680516895?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4170277803680516895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4170277803680516895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4170277803680516895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4170277803680516895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/12/starlight-starbright.html' title='Starlight, Starbright...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4961332639356117929</id><published>2011-12-11T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:45:59.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To My Pregnant Self...</title><content type='html'>DO NOT PUT MALLOWS ON THE BROWNIES!!! You will eat half the pan before Aaron gets home, and will most likely end up birthing a 13 pound baby after gaining 50 extra pounds... (Thank heavens I didn't do that all in one day! Then I'd really be a fatty! Lol!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4961332639356117929?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4961332639356117929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4961332639356117929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4961332639356117929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4961332639356117929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/12/note-to-my-pregnant-self.html' title='Note To My Pregnant Self...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5218798115486553979</id><published>2011-12-09T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:32:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha Is Not My Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Holy mother of pearl... I am exhausted. And ready for bedtime. And wanting to get out of these pants... but I am sitting on my parents couch eating pie. Why? Because I don't want to sit in my cold, empty, apartment. So -- I will continue to eat my pie, and crave the wonder that is a quiet living space that I could be sitting in... but won't because I am pregnant and no longer logical. Stupid things make me cry. Even more stupid things make me annoyed. And the most peculiar things now make me break out in hives. Oh... and my allergy to anti-bacterial soap is now greater than it used to be. Yup, pretty sure I wanted to die about half an hour ago... I want to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I've also learned that once you become "obviously pregnant" your body is no longer your own. Your belly becomes public property. I've informed my dad I would like a toll box for Christmas. I figure if Buddha gets a penny whenever you rub his belly, I can too! Except I am raising my prices. I've decided it's $0.25 for a belly rub, $1.00 for each gooey phrase, and $5.00 for every bit of stupid advice I get from women who mean well... but really should keep it to themselves... Example: I was walking around&amp;nbsp;Walmart&amp;nbsp;the other day looking for those delicious chocolate oranges. You know, the ones you have to&amp;nbsp;whack&amp;nbsp;against something hard so you can break apart the orange slices... As I wandering around I stopped at the baby section, naturally, when an older woman stops me with a huge smile on her face --&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Her: "Oh! Are you expecting!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me: "Yes, I am!" &lt;i&gt;(Thought bubble: No, I'm just oddly shaped and don't appreciate your pointing it out...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Her: "How are along are you? Isn't pregnancy just a miracle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me: "I am 18 weeks. It's a girl, and it is quite the experience!"&lt;i&gt; (Miracle, yes. At least you didn't say magical like the last lady...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Her: "Oh girls are so much fun! Pink everywhere! Are you showing stretch marks? I know just the thing to cure them! Take crisco, and rub it along the outer edges of your belly. Especially along the lower half of the uterous, and your hips. Someone as small as you are bound to get stretch marks! You'll never be able to wear a bikini again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me: "Thank you for the suggestion! So far no stretch marks, but I'll be sure to store that away in my memory! My husband is waiting for me over in electronics, so I'd better hurry over there!"&lt;i&gt; (PINK!? Woman you obviously don't know me... My kid will NOT have pink everywhere. A bit, yes. But she will have many other colors in her repertoire. As far as crisco goes, madame that is worse than the butter suggestion from the last lady! Stretch marks will happen, or they won't happen. It's in your genetics. The only thing you can do that might help increase the elasticity of your skin is drink plenty of water, and add vitamin E into your regular dietary pill intake. GAH, I really need a toll box.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Her: "Oh of course, I know how men are! I'm just happy I could help out a new mother! Pregnancy is such a magical experience! Enjoy it while you can! Your third trimester will knock you out! But it is worth it in the end!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me: "Haha! So I've heard! Thank you!"&lt;i&gt; (Magical... really!? Magical? No, try invasive, uncomfortable, slightly gross, and quite alien... Miracle, yes. The fact that we have been designed to reproduce. Yes I find that to be quite fascinating... but magical? Why is everyone using that term!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And thank you for those heartwarming thoughts about the rest of this experience. Such a "magical" ending!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;It isn't that I don't enjoy being pregnant. It has been quite the experience! I just like my personal space. I have a bubble, and I don't enjoy many people invading it. If you are a close friend, and you rub my belly that is one thing. But a total stranger... No. Not kosher! Also, some advice I do appreciate. Such as how to deal with some of the aches and pains, and foods that help with different things such as nausea or what gets rid of the nasty taste of prenatals the best, or where to find the cheapest maternity clothes that are still cute. These random wives tale remedies are a bunch of&amp;nbsp;nonsense, and really get annoying fast!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;As for right now, I think I'll head home and take a nap. Aaron should be home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5218798115486553979?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5218798115486553979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5218798115486553979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5218798115486553979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5218798115486553979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/12/buddha-is-not-my-name.html' title='Buddha Is Not My Name...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7016888186009041568</id><published>2011-11-30T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:03:53.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl D...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you don't already know... Aaron and I are having a girl. The due date has changed to 23 April, 2011... and that is the date we are sticking to because it is earlier than 5 May, and I am just excited to see my baby girl -- so why not right!? At our ultrasound last week we learned our baby has healthy heart (MAJOR relief right there!!! I have an&amp;nbsp;arrhythmia so baby's heart was a big worry!)&amp;nbsp;, is at a healthy size (average size of 8oz.), has big eyes (no surprise there, I've always had big eyes. My dad always said when I was a baby I was just a pair of blue eyes. Haha!), oh and a drama queen already! This little girl is stubborn like her dad (and mom, if I'm honest...) and LOVES her space! If anything take away her moving space, or invades her little bubble she will beat at it, and wiggle her little self around like a pinball. The ultrasound tech kept repeating what a stubborn drama queen you have! Baby was not happy at having the US wand prodding, and poking at her! She kept waving her arms around, and trying to move away. It was funny! Thankfully we were still able to get a read on her gender. I will admit, I wanted a boy first so that my little girl would have a big brother to protect her at school, and when mom and dad couldn't be by her side... but she has a very protective father, and grandma D that already have her back! Besides, I know how tough girls can be! We have a name picked out, but I am one of those mom's that has to see the baby before I pin a set name on her. I want to make sure it fits! A name is an important thing you know! You have to live with it all your life, and in a way, it sort of defines you. There is an update on Baby Girl Durrant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kQGsuJSi0I/TtZv2A7n7nI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WKfR3PxJJo4/s1600/baby+girl+d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kQGsuJSi0I/TtZv2A7n7nI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WKfR3PxJJo4/s320/baby+girl+d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Aaron and I after telling Eva that the baby was a girl!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for the rest of life, Aaron and I are doing well! Not even a drop of morning sickness for me, just constant exhaustion. Which, I can handle! Aaron and I are still house hunting, and job searching. Aaron loves what he does, but the company he works for is a little frustrating at times! Especially as we are trying to find a way to get Sundays off for Aaron. I would love it if we were able to spend our Sabbath Day together again! Not to mention, as we are looking at houses in Grantsville/Tooele area it would be nice if he didn't work in Salt Lake! I learned pretty quick no one wants to hire a pregnant lady. Nevertheless, I have continued to press on and continue the job search! I want us out of debt asap! I hate having small things over our head like credit card balances, and overdraft payments, and school loans. They are wonderful things, and very handy... but I would like to have them paid off and taken care of! Not to mention these small monthly payments are driving me nuts! If we just had our car loans, car insurance, rent each month, with a credit card payment when we used the card that would be one thing... but live goes on. I should be grateful that we are able to make ends meet, and still go out and have fun with the money we do make, and I am! I just like the idea of being as debt free as possible before the baby comes, so that when we have the medical bills from that, and the new living costs of diapers, wipes, etc -- It isn't a huge adjustment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just an FYI -- Houses in Tooele are freaking cheap! We found a 6 bedrooom, 4 1/2 bath, attached and detached garage on 2 acres of land for 90,000. It's even a nice house! We are also looking at a few others in Tooele. All of them have at least 1 acre of land, and are under 150,000. Grantsville has some killer deals too! Jasa found one for 150,00 that had new tile, and cabinets, was a 5 bedroom, on a fair bit of land! (She and Zane have opted to not buy a house right now as they are looking into a 3 year mission in Central Asia. I hope when she and Zane return back to Utah that they move out to our area!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7016888186009041568?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7016888186009041568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7016888186009041568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7016888186009041568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7016888186009041568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-girl-d.html' title='Baby Girl D...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kQGsuJSi0I/TtZv2A7n7nI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WKfR3PxJJo4/s72-c/baby+girl+d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3110409741517116194</id><published>2011-11-16T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:52:40.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket Case...</title><content type='html'>Pregnancy is pretty hard on a woman's body, and their emotions, and their mental state. It tugs at insecurities, and makes you face them. At least it is for me. It exhausts, leaves breathless, and moody. My poor husband has been so neglected these past few months. I know it is wearing on him, but he is so patient with me. He simply picks up the slack, and never complains. Because I am a selfish person, it makes &lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;feel guilty, on top of fat, and useless. So I shy away from him, and get rather introverted. Becoming a human incubator has been one of the hardest things I've ever done so far in my life. I haven't had extra weight since I was in diapers. Now I am supposed to gain roughly 25-35lbs in 40 week!? My shirts are beginning to stretch across my ever growing belly, my favorite skirts don't zip up all the way, my hair and nails are growing like wildfire and it's hard for me to keep up the maintenance. Luckily my pants all fit, it seems I carry higher than some women, so I may escape the whole elastic band pants. Thank heavens for low rise jeans!!! So far the hardest part for me is trying to accept that it's okay that I can't see my belt buckle when I look down. Most, if not all of it, is baby weight. I keep getting told I need to eat more, I need to gain more weight. I have a high metabolism, and it's a carb metabolism. My body eats carbs like candy, and spits them out. Extra weight doesn't stick very well. And somehow my belly just keeps growing and it's messing with my psych. I have never been overweight. I have never weighed more than 122.1 lbs in my life. It was a miracle I reached 122.1 Most of that was/is muscle. Suddenly I am almost 130lbs, and I still have to gain at least 2 more pounds. I have never had depression. I've never had to fight it. Until now. I look in the mirror, and I know there is a baby developing and growing, I know I am just going to get bigger, I know it is a beautiful and wonderful thing... but all I see is my shirt getting tighter around my middle. I am exhausted, all the time. My insides hurt constantly, with the moving around of organs, and the baby pushing against my appendix, and still feeling like I should get up and do something so Aaron doesn't have to do all the work. Feeling guilty for making him the sole means of money in our home. We aren't struggling for money. We makes ends meet, and are still able to do things like hunting trips, and going to dinner. But I know that if I got a job, Aaron wouldn't be as stressed about bills, and baby costs, and getting a house. Plus it would give me something else to do during the day. Something else to focus on. I worry about getting a job though because my home is already so neglected. I don't have the energy to keep up with everything, and be the neat freak I used to be. I don't have the energy to clean, and cook full meals, and organize, and help my daddy at his store, and run the errands we have. I can't stand up for more than maybe 15 minutes at a time without searing pain making me gasp and double over, or my entire abdomen getting heavy, and making me light headed. Aaron has been so neglected, and I desperately want to do something for him to show him that I love and appreciate him... especially as his 25th birthday is coming up next week. But there is only so much I can do with my limited energy resources, and a 25lbs lifting weight limit. I honestly feel worthless, and useless, and fat right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry for my rambling, and rather basket case venting, but I needed to unload it somewhere other than my already overwhelmed husband. I guess the cyber world is as good a place as any. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But this pregnancy can't be just about me. It's new and scary for Aaron too. Baby D needs attention and care as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just need to get over it, and move on. That is all there is to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3110409741517116194?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3110409741517116194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3110409741517116194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3110409741517116194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3110409741517116194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/11/basket-case.html' title='Basket Case...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2058486857173797324</id><published>2011-11-13T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:20:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected... Due Date: May 5, 2012</title><content type='html'>The rumours are true. Aaron and I are expecting. Neither of us anticipated getting pregnant this early on, as we were told it would be a struggle for me to conceive with ovarian cysts. But here we are! 17 weeks (tomorrow) and Due May 5, 2012... though with each person we talk to,  the date changes. So sometime in late April, early May! Haha! We are prepared for a hard pregnancy. We have had a few issues lately... I find myself in a fair bit of pain when I stand for an extended period of time. (Though by some grace of God the cysts have all disappeared! I can't tell you the relief that brought!)We have an appointment with our OB on Thursday, and we hope to learn more from him than we did at the hospital last Tuesday. Maybe even find a way to relieve some of this pain! My personal goal is to not be put on bed rest in my third trimester! I've been trying to find some seasonal work so I can build up a savings and meet our goal of being debt free (With the exception of our car loans...) at least by the time the baby comes. Though, I want it cleared away by my birthday, or before, if possible! This goal will only be met if I can stay healthy, and maintain the ability to move around. Ie: No bed rest demands from our Ob!But! If any of my readers have elastic band skirts, or dresses they no longer wear (Size, doesn't matter. I can take anything in, and adjust sizes.) or know of a place to buy them cheap I would greatly appreciate any help in that area! All of my skirts are zip-up, and baby D doesn't appreciate being smashed, or having part of it's moving room taken away. This baby LOVES moving room. (I'm one of those lucky women who started feeling baby move around 15 weeks because I didn't have enough fat. So now everything is extra squished.) As for now, we are simply taking everything day by day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2058486857173797324?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2058486857173797324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2058486857173797324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2058486857173797324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2058486857173797324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/11/expect-unexpected-due-date-may-5-2012.html' title='Expect the Unexpected... Due Date: May 5, 2012'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1076244349206234835</id><published>2011-10-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:58:02.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Winter Song To You</title><content type='html'>Winter Song - Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UkOKCWDJ4iA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing as I live in Utah, it has become a known fact that it WILL snow on Halloween... But with the welcome of changing leaves, and the impeding doom that is snow, comes pea coats! I will admit it. I am a collector! I have been in search of the perfect pea coat in Red. ( Not to mention one in White, and I also need one in Army Green... and maybe one in a dark royal blue.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am happy to announce, I have found my red one! It even has the hood I wanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFxoEkLe08c/Tq29l1K3OvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/duJQhkY4aHo/s1600/2011-10-24+18.24.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFxoEkLe08c/Tq29l1K3OvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/duJQhkY4aHo/s320/2011-10-24+18.24.27.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;You'll have to excuse my erm... sub-par picture. I was a little bit excited when I saw it! I had to take a picture immediately so I could show Aaron. I haven't been able to go back to get a solid picture because I know I will buy it the next time I see it. However, when I do - There will be&amp;nbsp;documentation, complete with&amp;nbsp;a happy dance in the middle of target. (Which, yes, Aaron will video. Why? Because that is what he does. He captures my ridiculousness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1076244349206234835?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1076244349206234835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1076244349206234835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1076244349206234835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1076244349206234835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-my-winter-song-to-you.html' title='This Is My Winter Song To You'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UkOKCWDJ4iA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4734980191773475659</id><published>2011-10-28T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:53:43.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me While I Complain.</title><content type='html'>You know, there are days when I really hate being hyppglycemic. Days like today... when I have so many other things on my mind that I forget to stop for food and my Tummy contracts making me gag. Yes. My hypoglycemia has gotten to the point where I vomit if I don't eat. Awesome. (I've been told it's because of the anemia gene that runs on my dad's side of the family, but who knows.) Best part? We have a very long drive ahead of us. So I am going to have to make my sweet husband and my brother-in-law stop at a gas station so I can at least grab something to eat... or I am going to go into super Bitch mode and be ridiculously ornery. Poor boys...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4734980191773475659?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4734980191773475659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4734980191773475659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4734980191773475659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4734980191773475659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/excuse-me-while-i-complain.html' title='Excuse Me While I Complain.'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8852615926594557086</id><published>2011-10-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:06:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Worst Neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WAXMtUCcp7o" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Same house, different year and song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1UjvHMXmtfI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lieKwWqmdWM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Same house, better song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BKPo9HcDXc4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8852615926594557086?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8852615926594557086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8852615926594557086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8852615926594557086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8852615926594557086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/coolest-worst-neighbors.html' title='Coolest Worst Neighbors'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WAXMtUCcp7o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1720482915667634302</id><published>2011-10-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:30:47.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Is As Simple Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally have picked up the philosophy of 'Live and let live.' I am an honest person, and I live my life so I don't have anything to hide -- or at least I try to. I wasn't always this way. There was a time I didn't feel anyone had any business knowing the intimate details of my life. I was suspicious of anyone, and everyone who tried to contact me. I had a lot of secrets, and I was good at keeping them. Secrets make a person tired. I decided to confide in an intimate few, and learned the beauty of release. I stopped hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have since then found that when you live with nothing to hide, you are free to be exactly who you want to be, who you are meant to be. You have the ability to truly be happy, and surround yourself with good people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday when I received a friend request that was a little out of the ordinary and a bit to&amp;nbsp;coincidental, I became suspicious. I wanted to know why, and who was actually behind it. After spending years being a suspicious person, I know I don't like feeling that way. So I took a step back, and decided it didn't matter. I have my suspicions, but I also have nothing to hide. In the end I opted to go a more diplomatic route as the friend request is tied to someone from my past. And, because I am beyond tired of fighting with this someone, I figured it would be better to be safe, and avoid un-necessary drama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMTWxRXdfas/TqR4x3nMy3I/AAAAAAAAA44/hgISCB6KAeY/s1600/dramatics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMTWxRXdfas/TqR4x3nMy3I/AAAAAAAAA44/hgISCB6KAeY/s320/dramatics.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(All your dramatics are driving me 'batty')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1720482915667634302?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1720482915667634302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1720482915667634302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1720482915667634302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1720482915667634302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/simple-is-as-simple-does.html' title='Simple Is As Simple Does'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMTWxRXdfas/TqR4x3nMy3I/AAAAAAAAA44/hgISCB6KAeY/s72-c/dramatics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5085908376723678865</id><published>2011-10-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:04:58.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Said A Prayer</title><content type='html'>Aaron explained to me the reason why women cry at death, or painful scenes in a movie. He said it was because we have a better understanding of the balance between life and death. That women reside more closely to the veil, which gives us the ability to have a better understanding, and feel for empathy. With that new perspective, I can say without shame... that this song -- with the beautiful lyrics -- has the ability to move me to tears.&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OcekzICS3Ho" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5085908376723678865?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5085908376723678865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5085908376723678865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5085908376723678865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5085908376723678865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/somebody-said-prayer.html' title='Somebody Said A Prayer'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OcekzICS3Ho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7470570491049976943</id><published>2011-10-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:17:38.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Flash Me Back</title><content type='html'>I realized last night I was sort of torturing myself by watching shows like House, and Grey's Anatomy. There are still things from my hospital experience that haunt my dreams. I woke up crying last night after I re-lived suffocating. I know what caused it. I watched a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_5eKkwnIRs"&gt;tracheotomy&lt;/a&gt; in both shows. Suffocation is my worst fear. I've experienced it too many times to not be terrified of it. When you have a trache, it doesn't necessarily stop the suffocation. When the trache becomes blocked they do what they call &lt;a href="http://suction./"&gt;suction.&lt;/a&gt; It hurts like Hell. They place a small suction tube down the trache, into the lungs to suction out whatever it is blocking the airway. What happens is they suction, and it immediately removes all of the air from your lungs, and you have to cough to try and inflate your lungs again while they make it impossible. I dreaded suction, but there were times when it was the only way I was going to be able to get air to my lungs again. It almost wasn't worth the pain, and fear, and the struggle. The hardest part was watching the people in my room have to watch my entire chest cave in, and the tears stream down my face while I fought for air. But I had to try. I always wake up crying, after awakening myself by screaming in my head to breathe because I was still needed here. There are times when I feel a little down on myself because I am still trying to move past these nightmares, flashbacks, whatever you want to call them. It has been just over 3 years, and I still struggle to accept everything that was experienced. Not just by me, but by everyone around me as well. Aaron constantly reminds me that in time, and with a little patience and faith, it will get easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been married the nightmares have become less of a threat, and have even slowed down. I wake up and I see Aaron's face. I no longer have to sit and breath slowly for however long and tell myself that it is over. That I had amazing doctors, and nurses that saved my life more than once in those four weeks. Now all I have to do is reach over and lay my hand on Aaron's chest, and I am able to relax, lay down, and go back to sleep. His slow even breathing, and steady heartbeat never fails to calm me. To know that when, and/or if anything happens he will be right next to me holding my hand telling me everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed me with a wonderful, loving, man who has a golden heart and the uncanny ability to be exactly what I need in every way. And I could not be more grateful for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7470570491049976943?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7470570491049976943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7470570491049976943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7470570491049976943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7470570491049976943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/flash-me-back.html' title='Flash Me Back'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5258274419704301595</id><published>2011-10-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:15:25.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Autumn Kissed</title><content type='html'>All day, all I have wanted is to go on a drive up an&amp;nbsp;Autumn&amp;nbsp;kissed canyon. To park. To walk around the fire trees, and drink in the beautiful color that encompasses me -- while I breathe in the cool air and feel&amp;nbsp;invigorated once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUagTygGSss/Toqh_n0COTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ysymyq4mLj0/s1600/Autumn+Kissed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUagTygGSss/Toqh_n0COTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ysymyq4mLj0/s400/Autumn+Kissed.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn...&lt;br /&gt;The season of the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it stayed just a bit longer,&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;We probably wouldn't appreciate it as much. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;Frivolous.&lt;br /&gt;Always wanting what we can't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we wait. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Wait. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that one magic day in September when the first leaf begins the change...&lt;br /&gt;And the color slowly moves in...&lt;br /&gt;Starting in the mountains, and cascading down to the valleys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be a part of the movement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song of choice for this color adventure of mine? It could only be...&lt;br /&gt;Pink Martini - Hang On Little Tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Jz706sJMjg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paired With...&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea - Amos Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YRIgvtQYEmA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;Pink Martini - Song Of The Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_6a33-5vxtg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5258274419704301595?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5258274419704301595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5258274419704301595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5258274419704301595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5258274419704301595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-kissed.html' title='Autumn Kissed'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUagTygGSss/Toqh_n0COTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ysymyq4mLj0/s72-c/Autumn+Kissed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-754465339851981797</id><published>2011-10-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:15:38.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Mopar girl meets Ford Focus</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would ever say I enjoy a Ford. Me, the Mopar [Chrystler, Jeep, Dodge] girl driving around a white 2006 Ford Focus ZX4 SE. Yes, that is right. I now own a Ford Focus. Aaron got it for me. I hate my Chevy, and Aaron hates trying to fix my Chevy... so he got me a Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iEUegNZ09w/TokXvF9J62I/AAAAAAAAA4c/ETfDS3uv5cA/s1600/2011-10-01+16.16.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iEUegNZ09w/TokXvF9J62I/AAAAAAAAA4c/ETfDS3uv5cA/s320/2011-10-01+16.16.19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-754465339851981797?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/754465339851981797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=754465339851981797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/754465339851981797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/754465339851981797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/10/mopar-girl-meets-ford-focus.html' title='Mopar girl meets Ford Focus'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iEUegNZ09w/TokXvF9J62I/AAAAAAAAA4c/ETfDS3uv5cA/s72-c/2011-10-01+16.16.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2121971197821369149</id><published>2011-09-25T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:15:56.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do not let your fire go out. Spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-at. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours. -Ayn Rand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear. We all know the emotion. We have all felt the effects that fear can have. It is debilitating. It will keep you from maintaining the dreams you have painted on the walls of your bedroom. It will still your creative hand, and tear away the confidence you worked years to muster. The camera shutter stops clicking, the paint brushes lie still, the words remain unsaid... Fear will rip from you the very purpose for which you were brought here. The what-ifs, the will they like it's, and is it good enough. Sometimes, all it takes is putting a face on what you fear. When you can see what you are afraid of, it makes it easier to taking that and move forward to defeat it. To beat it. To push it into the depths of your past. You cannot move forward when weighed down, so release the baggage. Let go of the fear, and the doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumph, even though checkered by failure. . . than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much, nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When we learn to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;our self&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, and live as our self, we find happiness. Disappointments and life's little surprises simply roll off your back. Optimism comes more natural to your lips. The sky stays blue, flowers stay in constant bloom, and you begin to feel like Mary Poppins... Ah hahaha! Maybe not quite so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Disney&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, but it is easier to endure through the hard times, and appreciate the good days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing it's best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting. -E. E. Cummings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2121971197821369149?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2121971197821369149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2121971197821369149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2121971197821369149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2121971197821369149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-not-let-your-fire-go-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8974909614287059899</id><published>2011-09-25T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:16:02.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Computer At Last!</title><content type='html'>I cannot express to you the joy I received when Aaron announced that our computer was not only up and running, but we had INTERNET!!!! I literally squealed and did a happy dance in our living room! I began listing things I wouldn't have to try and do through my tiny screen anymore: * No more trying to blog - Oh my lordy, trying to type a blog post using a mini screen that constantly moves, so you have no idea what you are typing, and can't check to make sure you aren't missing words or creating new words... oober frustrating! * Trying to type up our paragraph for the Durrant Family Newsletter... took Aaron and I two hours. Emails are a royal pain in the arse! * Facebook. There is only so much you can do with the Facebook mobile app. Now don't get me wrong, I have been super grateful for the ability to still use the internet and such. That phone is very handy, and I love it! (Although I still have no idea how I manage to take screen captures all the time... or open certain applications that I didn't know I had, or what their purpose is...) It is just so much easier to see what you are typing, with access to spell check, and have the ability to function a website fully. Though, two days later... tragedy struck. Our computer crashed. So, yesterday we took our hard drive back to Best Buy and got a new one. (Thank goodness for warranty!) Last night, my dear husband re-installed everything! Thus, the glory of being able to type this odd little post via wireless keyboard, a full 19" screen, and quest wireless internet! Happy day!P.S. I am finally able to finish setting up the not-so-unique family blog for Aaron and I. I will post the link once it is done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8974909614287059899?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8974909614287059899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8974909614287059899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8974909614287059899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8974909614287059899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/09/computer-at-last.html' title='Computer At Last!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5286194403581494781</id><published>2011-09-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:16:14.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>God Appreciates Your Miracle!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or does everyone seem pregnant these days? Every time Aaron and I go to the store I swear 1 in 5 women is hugely pregnant! Not to mention Facebook has been over-run by belly and ultra sound picures. Oh, and don't forget the baby progress app that seems to be on Facebook walls, blogs, phones, and calendars. My word! No wonder so many of my friends have suddenly become baby hungry!I suppose that can also be attributed to the fact that a lot of friends also have newborns-toddlers to show off. Perhaps it is just the age I am at. Facebook makes me feel old sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5286194403581494781?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5286194403581494781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5286194403581494781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5286194403581494781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5286194403581494781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-boom.html' title='God Appreciates Your Miracle!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5514849284210471535</id><published>2011-09-04T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:16:38.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Holy Goodness!</title><content type='html'>As I was fiddling about on my blog I happened upon my page views. I was astonished at the number of views! 7022. That was simply jaw dropping for me! I never would have dreamed my little spot in cyberland would be seen by more than 5 people, and maybe one view for each blog. I write for me. I know me well enough to know I am far too blunt for some, if not most.  I think my favorite and more amusing viewer update was learning, my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend seems to read my blog. (Hello Jillian, I hope all is well!) I wonder why that is. aha! Anyway... I have been contemplating the wonder that is being wealthy, and being able to retire early. Saying good-bye to Aaron 4 out of 7 mornings each week is getting rather depressing. Especially since my car is still dead and parked at the shop. So I get to play at the apartment most days. It is nice knowing Aaron works the same schedule every week. We have every weekend together. We are able get out and play with family and friends, or just hang out together doing our own thing. It has all bee. Very nice! I think my favorite outings have been the fishing trips and the drive-in movies! P.S. It is a Red Tree year, so be prepared to go to Temple Square with me at least five times this year. I will suggest it every weekend starting December 1st. :-) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5514849284210471535?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5514849284210471535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5514849284210471535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5514849284210471535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5514849284210471535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-goodness.html' title='Holy Goodness!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5641394543358832943</id><published>2011-09-04T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:16:55.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Just Call Me Sadie</title><content type='html'>Can you name the movie my title came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figured while I get the A-Typical married blog all set up I will update my blog on the wedding. In short, it was a royal pain in the ass!!  5 days before the wedding my car died. (It is still parked at Prime, next to my motorcycle.) 2 days before the wedding my mom bailed out, Saying I was a selfish Bitch and my wedding wasn't all about me. Also that Eva was frustrated with me, and I shouldn't be so demanding. All I said was I didn't want a penis cake at my bachelorette party... oh, and Aaron and I had ordered an ice cream cake because we don't particularly enjoy cake. (All that drama over cake. Ridiculous. But, She was right about one thing, my wedding wasn't all about me because it wasn't just my wedding. It was Aaron's too. So we made decisions together. Heaven forbid.) Anyway... after my mom bailed out of the wedding I called Eva to make sure things were okay with her. She was fine, and didn't care if Aaron and I had an ice cream cake because it was our wedding. She also let me know if she had been frustrated she would have told me. So, with that settled, I went to my dad and talked with him. He said he would make sure my mom didn't cancel the food order from Costco, and he would help pick it up. The day before the wedding I had my Maid Of Honor-Johanna with me, and Tasha Kay. They came along g for the dress fitting and hung out with Aaron and I for the rest of the day! That night we joined Brooke, Sunnie, and Jennifer back at the apartment for a small get together while Aaron put our table together in the kitchen. We had Jenn and Jo sleep over in the living room so I would have help in the morning. Well, the morning arrived and as I was in the shower, Aaron explained to my girls I had to eat during the day or I would be cranky. I was already cranky. We had found out at 1am that night my mother had bought a shirt for the wedding, was coming and wanted Jo and I to come over for breakfast. We opted to not. We had too much to do. Well, with all that lovely stress, I lost it. I started having heart pains during the night, but brushed them off. Bad idea. While I was in the shower my &amp;nbsp;heart gave a wicked twist, skipped a few beats, and I just started sobbing. I shut off the water, got a towel and walked right out to Aaron. Who at first didn't quite know how to react with me in a towel... but, he recovered and just pulled me into a hug, and calmed me down. &amp;nbsp;He left to finish a few last minute details like picking up and setting up tables and chairs. I pulled myself together and got ready for the day. Jenn drove me to Sunnie who helped me with my hair. However... at Redwood intersection of 4100so. and Redwood Rd there was an accident. A white mini van driven by an illegal immigrant with no insurance had hit a cop on a motorcycle. She hit him so hard it totaled the van, knocked the cop out of his boots, shot him 60ft in the air and 20ft out. You could still hear him screaming in the gutter when I got to the salon. Needless to say, traffic was a nightmare. It got even better when I learned Aaron had come back to the apartment while I was with Sunnie, Jo had left the apartment, and it was now locked. My keys were inside. I had to call Aaron, and wait for him to unlock the door so Jo and I could get my dress put together. Anyway... we were running late. Classic right? Late to your own wedding... but we were late for helping set up... Until we realized there was traffic all the way down 9th east. We spent 45 minutes trying to get from 4500 so to 6200so... doesn't normally take that long. Hahaha! In the end it went alright. We lined up and attempted to walk without laughing too hard. Miranda and Emma had started the walk, but rather than follow the words of everyone and walk to my mom at the front, they sort of wandered. Ryan cracked a joke, and we all started to snicker. It was so fitting. The rest of the evening proceeded to be unpredictable, and quite memorable. Though we still have yet to get our wedding pictures back... we had two photographers. Both talented men, and we are infinitely grateful for offering your services! My daddy teared up as he explained the choice for the song we danced to. My dad wrote the song. It was a song I used to fall asleep to as a child. I would stay up as long as my eyes would let me and listen to him write this song. The older I get, the more I understand the song, 'The Road' which you can actually get on itunes. (The road - The M-AK) It was just a fun evening! Aaron and I left a bit early. We were both exhausted, and just ready to leave. We ran through a a bridge of sparklers to a very decorated truck, and parted ways with our guests. At the apartment we received another surprise.  Jenn had made a path of rose petals and candles that led from our front door to our bed. I literally laughed, right out loud. I couldn't help it. It was just too picturesque, and I was so flattered at her attempt to make at least one thing about us. Aaron carried me across the thresh-hold in true Aaron/gentlemanly style. Together we blew out the candles, cleaned up the petals and changed our clothes. We had friends coming over. We spent the rest of the evening with friends, and then sleeping. Yes. Sleeping. No sex. Just sleeping. The weekend followed suit. We left the city on Sunday and went up to Petes Hole for a few days. Which were lovely and exactly what I wanted! This first month has been fantastic! Being married to Aaron feels so natural. Which has been a blessing, as real life hit us kind of hard the weeks before and after our wedding. But Aaron is unbelievable! He knows how I work, and he just understands what I need without my saying anything!  We have been living true to newlywed style. Flat broke. Hahaha! Which I am truly grateful for! I never wanted to be given the easy life when I first started out. We have been blessed to be able to make ends meet, and not having over-drawn bank accounts. But it is a matter of serious budget work, and learning to trust and lean on one another. We have constantly remind ourselves that we have more than others, and family that has been working above and beyond to help us out! I am so excited to see what happens with our next billion months together! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5641394543358832943?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5641394543358832943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5641394543358832943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5641394543358832943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5641394543358832943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-call-me-sadie.html' title='Just Call Me Sadie'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Taylorsville, UT, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>40.66772479999999 -111.93882580000002</georss:point><georss:box>40.637961799999985 -111.98145480000002 40.69748779999999 -111.89619680000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6713626184774965886</id><published>2011-07-07T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:47:01.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Ordinary Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Song list for today:&lt;br/&gt;* The Bird And The Worm - The Used&lt;br/&gt;* Ordinary - Train&lt;br/&gt;* Run - Rosie Thomas&lt;br/&gt;* We Did Nothing Wrong - Royal Bliss&lt;br/&gt;* We Cry - The Script&lt;br/&gt;* Her Diamonds - Rob Thomas&lt;br/&gt;* All In All - Lifehouse&lt;br/&gt;* The Chain - Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br/&gt;* The Motions - Matthew West&lt;br/&gt;* Johnny And June - Heidi Newfield&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6713626184774965886?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6713626184774965886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6713626184774965886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6713626184774965886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6713626184774965886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/07/ordinary-diamonds.html' title='Ordinary Diamonds'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3820982067317398564</id><published>2011-06-26T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:17:04.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>High Fives and Screaming Headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DlYOi1d_SEc/TgdWbDJQJjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qo4t-ZZG55s/1309103723564.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DlYOi1d_SEc/TgdWbDJQJjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qo4t-ZZG55s/s288/1309103723564.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ... if my kids ever ask to elope I am going to say YES!!! GO!!! Gah! There are so many people who's faces I'd LOVE to high five!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3820982067317398564?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3820982067317398564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3820982067317398564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3820982067317398564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3820982067317398564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/06/high-fives-and-screaming-headaches.html' title='High Fives and Screaming Headaches'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DlYOi1d_SEc/TgdWbDJQJjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qo4t-ZZG55s/s72-c/1309103723564.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4493519022207250343</id><published>2011-06-09T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:45:01.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>9 June 2011 - Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron proposed today! We hiked to Bridal Veil Falls, he took my hand and said "Jess, together there isn't anything we can't accomplish. Will you marry me?" Right as I said yes the water started to spill over onto us. It was almost like it had been timed. I naturally was oblivious. We had been to Bridal Veil once before. It was the day I met his dad last fall. But as he took my hand and finished the word accomplish he got down on one knee. 'Oh dear' fell out of my mouth as he was kneeling. Both of us smiling like idiots. Yes, I said yes... we all knew I would... but now it is official. Aaron and I are engaged! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9wVkITK6zrI/TfGFKgeMbJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dHYUe1o9I1E/2011-06-099515.21.26.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4493519022207250343?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4493519022207250343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4493519022207250343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4493519022207250343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4493519022207250343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/06/9-june-2011-thursday.html' title='9 June 2011 - Thursday'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9wVkITK6zrI/TfGFKgeMbJI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dHYUe1o9I1E/s72-c/2011-06-099515.21.26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-22756948794841169</id><published>2011-06-08T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:15:52.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>That face, that face, that loveable face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh if only I could count the ways I love my Aaron and his handsome face ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HrrUAVzzBi8/Te_0FO4EQ3I/AAAAAAAAA3A/jnM7Ko3COKI/Winter%252520Aaron.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dOa7TeFE2-k/Te_0lR2p46I/AAAAAAAAA3E/N3d2UdrzYI4/lover.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-22756948794841169?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/22756948794841169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=22756948794841169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/22756948794841169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/22756948794841169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/06/that-face-that-face-that-loveable-face.html' title='That face, that face, that loveable face!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HrrUAVzzBi8/Te_0FO4EQ3I/AAAAAAAAA3A/jnM7Ko3COKI/s72-c/Winter%252520Aaron.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7890154044193751184</id><published>2011-06-05T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:49:56.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>Return of the Killer Infection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, for those that don't already know, I spent my Saturday morning in the ER at Inter-mountain Medical Center. My afternoon was spent under anesthesia at the oral surgeons office. My evening and night were spent with Aaron.&lt;br&gt;It is funny when you think about the timing of it all... June 4th was the day I was finally released from ICU in 2008 for this same infection...&lt;br&gt;Anyway, here is the story... Friday morning I woke up to my jaw in serious pain. The top right and lower left sides were throbbing and felt a little swollen. It didn't alarm me much as this had happened in May. I simply overdosed on Vitamin C and pain killer/anti-inflamatory meds and it went away. Though this time I didn't have that much luck. After a 10 hour shift at AFCU, Aaron and I made our way to my parents house to have dinner and celebrate Leesa's 18th birthday. Leesa noticed my jaw was swollen but I blew it off. Telling her I was fine and that it would go away. As Aaron and I arrived back at his grandparents house he again asked me if I was okay. I said I was. He wasn't terribly convinced. He suggested we cancel going shooting and we just take it easy insead. I begged him not to. I really wanted to go. We were going to have some of my family come with us, and I really just did not want to cancel. He made me promise that if I didn't feel better in the morning we would cancel the trip. As I drove home I had this sick feeling in my stomach. For some reason I did not feel right about leaving Aaron. Afraid something would happen to him I began to pray quite earnestly for his well being. As I arrived in the driveway I began to feel a little off kilter. I credited it to being overly tired and proceeded down the stairs to my room. I sent Aaron a text letting him know my worry and expressing my concern at the way I was feeling. He made me promise if I still felt that way in the morning I would seek medical help. I agreed to it. It wasn't two hours later I sent him and Sunnie a text message saying I thought I needed medical help. I had awoken to a serious pain and I could feel my cheek had increased in swelling. Sunnie came downstairs and was mid-sentence when she got a good look at me and said wooow!!! Jess I can smell the infection smell again. I said I know, I can taste it. I had been looking up dentist offices trying to find one that would be open on a Saturday. Sunnie asked if I was crazy, and did I remember what happened the last time I had tried to wait... so at 3am we picked an ER and called Aaron. He asked me to call him back once we were at the hospital and he would meet us there. An hour later, when we were settled into room 31, I called Aaron. He didn't answer and I didn't have the heart to wake him. It would be awhile before anything happened. I swear there is a mandatory two hour wait for an er doctor to see you. No matter how many or few are in the er... I began telling the nurse and Doctor that I knew what was causing it. I had been through this before. I had the scars to prove it. The man just kind of blew my information off. After another 2 hours, a CT scan, and allergic reaction to IV meds later... he came in all raring to go. He'd read some of my medical history and it seemed to light a fire under his ass. He asked for the names if my previous surgeons. I rolled them off... Garner Meads inserted the treacherous and the first drain from my jaw at Altar View. After being lifelighted to LDS I was under the care of Dr. Pearl who was over the ICU. Dr. Sharma took over care of the treach and added another few drains in my throat. Dr. Michael Collins was my thoracic surgeon. He inserted lung tubes and performed the heart surgery. Mr. IMC-ER doctor called and woke up the oral surgeon who rushed over. In the hour it took for him to arrive, I received a priesthood blessing from Darin and Daeson. Aaron called, and was on his way when the oral surgeon arrived introduced himself and left to view the CT scan. Sunnie left for work at 8:30am as soon as Aaron was seated by my side. A nurse came in and said Dr. Christensen had prescribed an anti-inflamatory. The moment that drug hit my veins my entire body burst into flames. It felt like pins and needles were stabbing my insides trying to get out. The nurse left to get benadryl immediately. Dr. Christensen came in to see for himself what was happening. He also said that instead of trying to book the O.R. he wanted me to go to his office to have the teeth extraction done. It would be cheaper and a lot less hassel for everyone. He made sure I had the benedryl, and ordered one final dose of a different antibiotic that was similar to penicillin, but different enough from the first antibiotic I had been allergic to. I had to sit and wait for those IV drugs to finish before I was finally allowed to leave at 10:40-ish. Aaron took me home and we took a two and a half hour nap. The oral surgery lasted only an hour and a half. I dimly remember waking up with my head in Aaron's lap as we pulled up to the house. Vaguely remember walking in past Sunnie and hitting my pillow. Aaron was able paint in the missing pieces . The nurses told him I was starting to wake up, that the surgery had gone well, and he could come see me. When he walked in the room he asked if I recognized him. I said nope, but I recognize your shirt. I was very sweet but didn't know anyone there. He informed me he was going to wait until I had awakened a little more before he brought the truck around. I knew his truck and didn't hesitate to jump in put my head in his lap and fall asleep again. I supposedly rambled but he couldn't understand much of it. I remember half waking to tell Aaron I had seen our children. We both woke up about two hours later and decided to make a trip to target, fill my prescription, and eat something. The pharmacy was closed, but we stopped at the cafe for a bite before heading to his grandparents house to pick up a few movies at my request. I also wanted to see his grams and show her the shirt she had gotten me fit perfectly! We went back to my house and watched movies, took pictures, and fell asleep. Aaron left this morning for work making me promise I would stay in bed today and tomorrow or I couldn't go see him during his lunch break. I compromised with him. I agreed to rest and lay down, but outside in the sun. He agreed and I was able to get a little sun and chat with Sunnie and Alaina on the lawn while I laid on my blanket. I was happy to see Aaron but was reminded just how quickly my body tires after medical stress and surgery. So... I am back in bed and ready for sleep. I'm sure tomorrow I will darken my tan, finish my book, and call Dr. Christensen to schedule a time to remove the stitches and the drain, and prepare to work a 5 hour shift on Tuesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-j0dBzWAW99s/TexIPvTUeiI/AAAAAAAAA2s/cFJwU7UxdzA/2011-06-04%25252008.09.08.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5_2xlZKK0cU/TexIqLhEfAI/AAAAAAAAA24/rViK69mwC2g/2011-06-04%25252022.30.25.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fbXu2g7AsLQ/TexIqjPv2GI/AAAAAAAAA28/ys44UwPViJc/2011-06-04%25252022.32.23.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZW61vK353tk/TexISDrqmaI/AAAAAAAAA2w/VYbOGTqY1wk/2011-06-04%25252005.10.43.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1XNCpLmPUdE/TexITR8vsOI/AAAAAAAAA20/5r4iCC0Ikjg/2011-06-04%25252005.10.24.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7890154044193751184?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7890154044193751184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7890154044193751184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7890154044193751184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7890154044193751184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/06/return-of-killer-infection.html' title='Return of the Killer Infection!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-j0dBzWAW99s/TexIPvTUeiI/AAAAAAAAA2s/cFJwU7UxdzA/s72-c/2011-06-04%25252008.09.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4236747532983393676</id><published>2011-05-26T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:32:09.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Bring On The Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning while waiting for Aaron, I took a walk around his grandparents house. I found this pretty purple flower hiding in the branches behind some shrubbery. I quite liked the picture! It also gave me an excuse to play with the camera on this phone. Not bad hmmm!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pfMIaKAFm_0/Td78sjVvZyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5zAcs5xqD4Y/2011-05-26%25252011.46.36.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4236747532983393676?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4236747532983393676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4236747532983393676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4236747532983393676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4236747532983393676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/05/bring-on-color.html' title='Bring On The Color'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pfMIaKAFm_0/Td78sjVvZyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5zAcs5xqD4Y/s72-c/2011-05-26%25252011.46.36.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3906951423878562026</id><published>2011-05-21T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:21:52.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Joined</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally joined the wonderful world of smart phones. Best Buy has a deal for select verizon phones if you are eligible for an upgrade. So, I got the Samsung-Galaxy S for free. It's been an adjustment, but both my husband-to-be, and sister-in-law-to-be have it and love it. My only complaint is battery life, and being more high tech than I was prepared for. Haha! I do however LOVE the camera!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3906951423878562026?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3906951423878562026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3906951423878562026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3906951423878562026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3906951423878562026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/05/joined.html' title='Joined'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3183358626094778682</id><published>2011-05-18T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:55:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandi Carlile - Memory List</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dreams - Sunnie Lynn&lt;/b&gt; - St. George. Screaming it on top of our lungs that entire road trip!&amp;nbsp;Nicks baptism, and the Condo we stayed in at St. George. Windows down -- getting funny looks... You introduced me to Brandi Carlile. I owe you so much! Just know that for the rest of time, Dreams will be your ringtone. Hahaha! "Dreams, I have dreams, when I'm awake, when I'm asleep. Oh you, you are in my dreams. You're underneath my skin... and now in my dreams I can feel the weight I can just come clean... I keep it to myself, I know what it means I can't have you... but I have dreams! Oh and I have dreams, I have have dreams! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mind can you read my mind&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Has it come undone?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Am I showing signs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And now in my dreams I can feel the weight I can come clean! I keep it to myself! I know what it means! I can't have you, but I have dreams!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/De-CA2DM4AM" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Story - My Aaron &lt;/b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;The night we drove up Cottonwood canyon&amp;nbsp;when I told you my&amp;nbsp;story, and you showed me where your truck went off&amp;nbsp;the road and down the canyon with you in it. I am so very grateful God saved you!&amp;nbsp;:) I know I say this all the time, but no one has ever EVER been able to read my heart the way that you do. It is uncanny just how well you can read my face, my mannerisms, and my silence. I truly believe I was made for you. I've never fit so perfectly with anyone else. You are everything I have ever dreamed of, wanted, wished for, and more. As cheesy as this sentence is, I am so grateful I get to call your heart Home. Aaron Robert Durrant -- I love you with all that I am, from my head to my toes!!!&amp;nbsp; "You see the smile that is on my face, it's hiding the&amp;nbsp;words that won't&amp;nbsp;come out.&amp;nbsp;And all of my&amp;nbsp;friends who think that&amp;nbsp;I'm blessed, they don't know my head is a mess. No they don't know who I really, am and they don't know what I've been through like you do. And I was made for you.. &lt;i&gt;And all of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh but these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to. And I was made for you. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh and it's true,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; I was made for you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nd4KCFA-fHo" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pride and Joy - Daddy&lt;/b&gt; - The night you sat in my hospital room with me and told me the story of how you proposed to my mom, and when you went and asked Grandpa Adams for mom's hand was the night I knew things would be different between you and I. I knew we were finally going to have that Daddy/Daughter relationship I had always wanted. You know, growing up, the only thing I wanted was your approval, to be loved by you.&amp;nbsp; To have you look at me and say that I was your pride and your joy. That you were happy I was your kid, and that you understood why I had made the choices that I had made. (Being LDS, rather than being a member of his religion) And that happened for me that night. It was in LDS hospital that I first heard you say I love You Jessica. I appreciate you, and I am proud that you are my kid. I am so Proud to be your kid Daddy! :) "That's the problem with the days, they're never long enough to say what it is you never said, all the books you never read. Throw myself into the wind, hoping someone will pick me up and carry me again. Where are you now? Do you let me down? Do you&amp;nbsp; make me grieve for you? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do I make you proud? Do you get me now? Am I your Pride and Joy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HCu601SwbVI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Will - Stanley&lt;/b&gt; - You were sitting in my car -- this song came on, and&amp;nbsp;as you were talking&amp;nbsp;I heard these lyrics&amp;nbsp;and I knew our time together was almost over. "You can't hold a heart that was never yours to break. And you could never be there for me in the end. So I will do the right thing, I will - I will, I will... I don't think you ever learned a thing from me, but I know that you want me to learn from you. And you draw heavy handed lines around morality about yourself&amp;nbsp;and I don't share your point of view. It's been time to let you go a thousand times and&lt;i&gt; you'd never know that it hurts to be the one that you'd regret. I have to say that I am proud to know ya, and I'll never be the same because we met. You might not miss this, but I will&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kfe8pnkelV8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again Today - Miss Maris&lt;/b&gt; - The day we walked along the Riverton section of the Jordan River Parkway we were talking about Jared, and the things that were bothering you. While you were on the phone with him, this song came on my Ipod, and it made me laugh. You were my first friend when I moved to So Jo, and after everything, you're still my friend now. I'm really glad we have a bond that will stand the test of time. I know you and Jared will find a way to be happy, and work through the difficult times ahead. I am happy you married a man that makes you feel as deeply as he does, both the hurt and the happy. It's good that you feel. "Broken stick and broken stones all turn to dust just like our bones, it's words that hurt the most, now isn't it. Are you sad inside, are you home alone?&lt;i&gt; If I could just pick up the phone, maybe you could see a better day&lt;/i&gt;, under my watchful eye. Because I'm your hero and you're my weakness. Who's gonna break my fall, when the spinning starts, and the colors bleed together and fade. Was it ever there at all, or have I lost my way? The path of least of resistance is catching up with me again today. I'm broken down, not good enough. The broken promises add up to twice their weight in tears which I have caused. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DdKsEgBN-dE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Song - Tasha Kay&lt;/b&gt; - Hahaha! You know why this song reminds me of you... Driving around Provo and both of us thinking we were bad ass... How many conversations have we had that are "Well if I could say this to this person -- I soooo would!" Oh Tasha... if they only knew what words we were screaming in our heads! "Here I am, I'm so young! I know I've been bitter, I've been jaded, and alone. Every day I bite my tongue, if you only knew my mind was only full of razors that would cut you like a knife if only sung... and this is my song. I live every day like there'll never be a last day until they're gone, and they're gone... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your&amp;nbsp;time, so you can come and get it from now on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gYRMOAaSboA" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hiding My Heart - Amber Marie&lt;/b&gt; - When I first met you Amber you were trying to figure out how to deal with the death of your special someone&amp;nbsp;and I couldn't imagine myself ever going through that. You are truly one of the strongest people I know. "This is how the story went, I met someone by accident, that blew me away. That blew me away. And it was in the darkest of my days that you&amp;nbsp;took my sorrow and you took my pain and buried them away, you&amp;nbsp;buried them away. I wish I could lay down beside you when the day is done, and wake up to your face against the morning sun, but like everything I've ever known, you disappeared one day. So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uASs6kM6q8E" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking Out -Victoria Lastoria&lt;/b&gt; - This song was in my head the night you called me crying, after one of the worst fights you and Amber had.&amp;nbsp;I remember you were packing while you were talking with me, getting ready to go to your dad's house.&amp;nbsp;And look at you now, you have the man you are going to marry. You are happy, and almost Amber free! ;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"I&amp;nbsp;know the darkness pulls on you, but it's just a point of&amp;nbsp;view. And when you're outside looking in, you belong to someone. And when you feel like&amp;nbsp;giving in,&amp;nbsp;or the coming of&amp;nbsp;the end.&amp;nbsp;Like your heart could break in two. Someone loves you! I am afraid of crossing lines.&amp;nbsp;I am afraid of flying blind. Afraid of inquiring minds. Afraid of being left behind. I close my eyes I think of you. I&amp;nbsp;take a step I think of you. I catch my breath I think of you. I cannot rest I think of you. My one and only&amp;nbsp;wrecking&amp;nbsp;ball, oh&amp;nbsp;you're&amp;nbsp;crashing through my wall. When you're outside looking in, someone loves you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-a2pWMNan3w" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hallelujah - Me.&lt;/b&gt; This is my song. It's only when I heard Brandi sing this cover that I really listened to the words, and I'll never ever forget them. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I hear the line Love is not a victory march, it's a cold, and it's a broken Hallelujah -- I remember, it is a constant fight to love someone. It requires being selfless, and sometimes it means you take the higher ground and you bite your words. You take your pride and you sit on it! Love is amazing, and pure, and good, and it makes you stronger when you find that person to love you back, but you have to remember -- it isn't just about you, it's about the we, us, and our. This song reminds me of that. "&lt;i&gt;Your faith was strong, but you needed proof&lt;/i&gt;. You saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight over through ya. She tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your thrown and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah... &lt;i&gt;Well darling I've been here before. I've seen this room I have walk this floor. You know I used to live alone before I knew ya. I've seen your flag on the marble arts, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;and love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah... There was a time you let me know what's really going on below, but now you never show that to me do ya... Remember when I moved in you, the holy dove was moving too and every breath was hallelujah. It was Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah... Hallelujah. &lt;i&gt;So maybe there's a God above, but all I ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. It's not a cry that you hear&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and&amp;nbsp;It's a broken Hallelujah&lt;/i&gt;. It was Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah... Hallelujah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lvUfq2UslOM" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3183358626094778682?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3183358626094778682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3183358626094778682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3183358626094778682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3183358626094778682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/05/brandi-carlile-memory-list.html' title='Brandi Carlile - Memory List'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/De-CA2DM4AM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4679447399708949424</id><published>2011-04-27T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:32:11.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Call Me Happy Endings, but This Ain't Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't know how he does it. His birthday is in 3 days, and I will most likely wish him a happy one.&amp;nbsp; There will be things that will forever and ever remind me of him, and they will probably always make me smile. I've tried hating him. I've tried being apathetic towards him. I've tried erasing, ignoring, avoiding, and forgetting. It just doesn't work. I don't know how he does it, but I can't. I will forever think of and consider him a friend. I've forgiven the pain, and mistreatment. I forgave that a long time ago.&amp;nbsp;I don't understand&amp;nbsp;how he&amp;nbsp;seems able to simply displace, and brush off the&amp;nbsp;years, time, and experiences&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;went through together, but I can't. And I no longer want to. I have just accepted I will always love him as a friend, and as a part of my past. He will and should do as he pleases, but as for me... this is where I stand. This, it seems, is what my heart wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XbzkaznpZD0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Me - Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/huelbch4wn4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Endings - Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F63QbAuBrO4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ain't Goodbye - Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4679447399708949424?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4679447399708949424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4679447399708949424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4679447399708949424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4679447399708949424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-me-happy-endings-but-this-aint.html' title='Call Me Happy Endings, but This Ain&amp;#39;t Goodbye...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XbzkaznpZD0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8925277598408439529</id><published>2011-04-08T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:13:33.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Big Hearted Pains</title><content type='html'>I have this person that I care a lot about, and I know that they are seriously hurting right now... but I don't know if I would be out of line in asking them if they are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I already know the answer to that, so I guess I more want to know if there is anything I can do for them, to help ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... would my interfering help or harm? Would it be a bad decision? Should I just wait and see what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they wanted to talk with me, they would have contacted me... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just ask Aaron. He'll know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8925277598408439529?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8925277598408439529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8925277598408439529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8925277598408439529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8925277598408439529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-hearted-pains.html' title='Big Hearted Pains'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5697449217744405814</id><published>2011-04-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:47:45.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>181st Semi-Annual General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love General Conference! I love that it fills two days. I love that if you truly listen to the words and counsel of those who have been asked to speak, you receive answers to your questions, both asked and un-asked. Advice and and counsel that is much needed. I love the power, and comfort that comes from watching and listening to&amp;nbsp;the leaders of our &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;religion&lt;/a&gt; as they speak on the topics the Lord has given them.&amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for the opportunity we are given to benefit from the testimonies of these great saints. (So far, my favorite has been Kent F. Richards talk!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing that I have been thinking about during this first session of conference, is the Sunday worship. How do I, and the people around me view Sunday service? Do we take it as an obligation, something we have to do out of habit? Is it a negative thing we begrudgingly roll out of bed for? Something we eagerly await the end of so we can take the rest of the day and do what we want? Or do we realize it is a blessing to be able to come together and worship together? Do we benefit from the strength that comes in numbers, and the unity of so many that share our faith and belief? I know I vary between this. There are&amp;nbsp;Sundays when I fight with myself. I don't want to wake&amp;nbsp;up, and&amp;nbsp;getting ready seems like such&amp;nbsp;a hassel.&amp;nbsp;More often than not,&amp;nbsp;I am excited to attend the 3 hour block, and I strive to get both Aaron and I there on time. Though he works a full, and hard 12 hour shift on Saturdays, he does his very best to be up and ready in time to go. Some mornings all he is able to do is be there for sacrament, but I have never seen someone so dedicated to gaining what he can from what little he is able to attend. That example, I know, has been one of the things that has kept me mindful of the fact that it is a blessing to be able to attend sunday services. Another thing, is it is a new develpment for Aaron to be able to sit with me through all of our church services. Aaron works 3, 12-hour shifts, and 1 6-hour shift. His schedule used to be Sun-Wed, now it is, Wed-Sat. I cannot express to you how grateful I am for Sundays together with him. There is a different feeling on Sundays, and the fact that I am now able to spend the full day with him is incredibly special to me. On the Sundays when he would work, he would stay with me until 11:30. I would then go to him and spend his lunch break with him at 6pm. I don't know what it is, but there is something very special about spending Sundays with the people you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am excited to listen to, and find out what the rest of the speakers&amp;nbsp;have to say. To learn what it is our Father in Heaven would like us to know and focus on at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAPPY GENERAL CONFERENCE WEEKEND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. Does anyone else find it funny that is rains every conference weekend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5697449217744405814?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5697449217744405814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5697449217744405814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5697449217744405814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5697449217744405814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/04/181st-semi-annual-general-conference.html' title='181st Semi-Annual General Conference'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7195538475050866898</id><published>2011-03-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:45:19.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>For you... anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few points I want to make: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am now 23 years old, I have 3.5 months to my wedding day. I have always said, I would be married in year 23. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally met [in person] LaTasha Kay Widdison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have the worlds greatest [future] In-laws!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite, and amazing, best friend Alaina Mills has been home for almost 3 months now! I couldn't be happier and more thrilled to be able to spend as much time as possible with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most importantly, I finally have a man in my life that I can and do depend on for anything and everything! Aaron is the best man that I know! Which is a good thing as I am sealing myself to him for time and all eternity 21 July, 2011 at 8:00am at the Salt Lake City Temple!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me just gush for a moment please. It could&amp;nbsp;be that I am just that annoying love-sick girl at the moment, or it may truly be that I am without a doubt happy, and secure with my life situation right now! I have a man that I love, and that loves me back. Unconditionally! He is everything I have ever wanted in a man, right down to his defined chin, height, eye color, and yes, even shoe size! He is everything, and more. He fills in the cracks I left when I pictured my perfect guy, In my journal I have a very detailed&amp;nbsp;description,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;is even a little fairytale-esk at&amp;nbsp;bullet points, for the perfect man. --&amp;nbsp;Aaron fulfilled them, and added more. I can't tell you how&amp;nbsp;grateful, and amazed&amp;nbsp;I was when I re-read that list, and was able to put a check by each thing. Fairy tales aren't supposed to&amp;nbsp;come true. They are supposed to be pretend, yay disney you suck... Thank&amp;nbsp;putting the prince Philip image in my mind and then leaving me to face the world&amp;nbsp;of un-perfect men&amp;nbsp;type thing. Right...? Wrong! Aaron has his faults, don't get me wrong, but they aren't faults you normally find. At least not the ones&amp;nbsp;I have dated in the past. Aaron is not a flake. He is not all talk. He is not a meat-head. He is not a liar. He doesn't take advantage of situations. He isn't lazy, judgemental, shallow. Aaron is a gentleman. He opens every door, and pays for every date we&amp;nbsp;go on, ,and makes sure I am happy, and that&amp;nbsp;I have what I want and feel I need&amp;nbsp;while still&amp;nbsp;allowing/helping&amp;nbsp;me feel capable and independant. Aaron knows how to compromise with me. He gives me my freedom, but still has this ability to put his foot down, and have me respect it. I have never met anyone that could do that. Any time anyone tried, I felt smothered, and I would run the other way. I would fight back. I don't with him.&amp;nbsp;Aaron defends me, without making me appear weak. I could go on forever about how wonderful he is, but we all know a great man happens because of even more amazing parents. So I have to credit a lot of Aaron's behaviors and character to his parents teaching. Ron and Eva are the most amazing people, let alone parents! All of their&amp;nbsp;children are phenomenal people! I feel so blessed to be able to join and be a part of their family! I look forward to Tuesdays for&amp;nbsp;Durrant family night! I love that this family takes time out of their life, and busy schedules to spend time together as a family! It truly is amazing to feel the love and harmony a family can have for and with&amp;nbsp;one another! That is something I have never had, but always wanted. I am truly excited for the future!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7195538475050866898?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7195538475050866898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7195538475050866898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7195538475050866898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7195538475050866898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-you-anything.html' title='For you... anything!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1572122823245195324</id><published>2011-03-15T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:19:29.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Reversed Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G1h3D5oFCJU/TX8SHh8RuhI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/d3xVmpPOwQI/s1600/braiding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G1h3D5oFCJU/TX8SHh8RuhI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/d3xVmpPOwQI/s320/braiding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am coming up on the 3 year mark to the single most frightening experience of my short life time. May 21, 2008 will forever be a day that I remember. I still dream about it, and the 4 weeks that followed it. I still wonder how people reacted, what went through their minds, and what they felt. In the moments I do remember, I know how I felt. I know how I reacted, and I know what was going through my mind. There are mornings when the dreams are so real I wake up with the taste of hospital in my mouth, and the scent of gauze still haunting me. I read something today that reminded me of the morning I finally let myself cry. The morning I finally gave myself a moment to fall into weakness, and feel the fear I'd been denying for so long. At the end of that I made a promise to myself. I chose life. I promised I would forever choose life, and no matter what happened next, I was going to survive through it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-me3zPhFGe8c/TX8Sjz_LlGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rAbJNVuIQzE/s1600/lung+tubes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-me3zPhFGe8c/TX8Sjz_LlGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rAbJNVuIQzE/s320/lung+tubes.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I’m in this for the long run, and even though my world is uncertain and  changing, I want nothing more than to live an extraordinary life. I may  be lonely, scared, and little sad at the moment, but I think that that’s  alright...for now. I am being stretched constantly, and all I can do is  breathe, and try to choose between what’s right and easy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-E58Zxa9zrqQ/TX8ShxLfQ3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/pTtke0I17Fo/s1600/aunt+mary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-E58Zxa9zrqQ/TX8ShxLfQ3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/pTtke0I17Fo/s320/aunt+mary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So far, I have. I have not only survived, but I have learned how to live! I am happy, and I am in this for the long run! I am running as fast as time will let me, and I am pushing boundaries I have never dared to push. Until now. I couldn't be more excited, and scared for what is happening, and what has yet to happen. This is a good thing! I can feel it. I am learning. I am growing. And, I am where I am supposed to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one really knows the end, or what will happen, though we may plan every detail... it's all a test of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I suppose that is half the excitement. . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1572122823245195324?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1572122823245195324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1572122823245195324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1572122823245195324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1572122823245195324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/03/reversed-deja-vu.html' title='Reversed Deja Vu'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-G1h3D5oFCJU/TX8SHh8RuhI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/d3xVmpPOwQI/s72-c/braiding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7636819616622000028</id><published>2011-03-10T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:04:48.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Small Taste Of Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>I have LOVED today! The bright sunlight, the warmer feel, and of course -- the fact that it is Temple Thursday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun compiling the wedding music playlist. (I'll post the song list&amp;nbsp;a little later)&amp;nbsp;It's mildly exciting, but a tad more tricky than anticipated. It's alright though, I'll figure it out. (Any suggestions are welcome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... Decorations, clothing choices, and food options. Not my favorite thing to try and figure out! Thank heavens for Aaron, my FMIL (Future Mother In Law) Eva, my future sister in law&amp;nbsp;Jaclyne, and of course,&amp;nbsp;my lovely friends for&amp;nbsp;being so willing to help me out! I would have run away screaming a long time ago if it weren't for you! (I may have been part of/in a lot of weddings, but for some reason, I've hit a brick wall with trying to plan my own. Go figure...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7636819616622000028?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7636819616622000028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7636819616622000028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7636819616622000028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7636819616622000028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-taste-of-sunshine.html' title='Small Taste Of Sunshine...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7551370837234320058</id><published>2011-02-18T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:17:45.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Adele - 21</title><content type='html'>I know the Adele album isn't supposed to be out in the US, but I managed to get the UK release, which was released in January. It has 5 more songs than the US version will initially release, who is to say they won't release them later, but why wait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell head over heels in love with this album. There are 3 songs I have kept on repeat for the past week that I've had it. Tracks 1 - Rolling In The Deep, 11(recorded)/17(acoustic) - Someone Like You, 14 - I Found A Boy.&amp;nbsp;I don't know, it's...&amp;nbsp;well, to be perfectly honest, this album really struck a chord with&amp;nbsp; me. I could&amp;nbsp;connect with nearly every lyric in these songs. I&amp;nbsp;am willing to bet&amp;nbsp;it's because&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adele_(singer)"&gt; Adele&lt;/a&gt; is my age.&amp;nbsp;She was born&amp;nbsp;in May of 1988. She is experiencing a lot of the same things I am and have, at the same&amp;nbsp;ages.&amp;nbsp;That is what makes an album great, isn't it?&amp;nbsp;When you can connect with a song so entirely. . .&amp;nbsp;Sunnie and I had a long&amp;nbsp;conversation today about it all. How funny it is that these ages the 3 of us are at really are a time for growth, love, loss, and just learning who we are. It's the same with Sara Bareilles&amp;nbsp;and Ingrid Michaelson who were both&amp;nbsp;born in 1979.&amp;nbsp;Their music&amp;nbsp;and lyrics are incredibly simliar, but they still manage to resonate with people&amp;nbsp;10 years their junior... It's just the way of life I suppose. Emotions are the same no matter what age,&amp;nbsp;race, or gender. Music is a way to release those emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track by track interview by Adele &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uXdZUHbHnI4" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling The Deep &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Like You &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NAc83CF8Ejk" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. On the UK Album Adele sings a Brandi Carlile cover. Hiding My Heart. May I just tell you I about peed my pants when this song came on. It is an acoustic recording, the original song. I had a mini freak out in my car, so much so I am pretty sure I freaked out the people driving next to me. My arms waving, mouth wide open as I screamed. . . I immediately sent Sunnie a text message, as I knew she would be able to fully&amp;nbsp; understand and appreciate the magic and wonder that is ADELE singing BRANDI... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh. My. Holy. Goodness!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7551370837234320058?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7551370837234320058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7551370837234320058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7551370837234320058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7551370837234320058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/adele-21.html' title='Adele - 21'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uXdZUHbHnI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8054946915984883833</id><published>2011-02-16T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:21:06.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Who cares baby, I think I wanna Marry You!</title><content type='html'>I am sooo ready for summer! I'd like to kick off these shoes, and long pants. I am ready for warm weather, bare feet in the grass, and summer dresses! Not to mention&amp;nbsp;Picnics in the mountains, swings at the park, and COLOR EVERYWHERE!!! GAH, why must Utah winter drag on forever!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbGmQXbL7JU/TVxWtylPejI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gBJtDnCXeX4/s1600/Summer+feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbGmQXbL7JU/TVxWtylPejI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gBJtDnCXeX4/s320/Summer+feet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(p.s. I'm also looking forward to this day...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COXTbGW-Ozc/TVxY2vQwBsI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8PMNIMkJkBQ/s1600/July212011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COXTbGW-Ozc/TVxY2vQwBsI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8PMNIMkJkBQ/s320/July212011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8054946915984883833?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8054946915984883833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8054946915984883833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8054946915984883833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8054946915984883833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-cares-baby-i-think-i-wanna-marry.html' title='Who cares baby, I think I wanna Marry You!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbGmQXbL7JU/TVxWtylPejI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gBJtDnCXeX4/s72-c/Summer+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6468909825577789532</id><published>2011-02-10T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:16:00.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Midgets, and Lollipops.</title><content type='html'>I was talking with my 'brother' Courtland yesterday night, and the topic of 'getting freaky' came up... So naturally, I rather bluntly offered up my opinion, and this is what fell out of my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care if it is lightly scented, and flavored like a lollipop, some things just don't belong in your mouth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had a rather comical argument/discussion with at little person about the use of the term 'midget.' Which happens to be what I call my younger siblings... It turned into an argument about the power of words, and how the 'dictionary' meaning behind a word doesn't seem to matter anymore in today's society. Needless to say, I won the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in keeping with my attempt at being Valentines open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWEqojrnkTQ/TVSnlzNHFYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/MkCkoNB4Sjc/s1600/Have_a_Heart_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWEqojrnkTQ/TVSnlzNHFYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/MkCkoNB4Sjc/s320/Have_a_Heart_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5btp-zQR8-o/TVSn01bHw8I/AAAAAAAAA14/MtQiJFvXWSw/s1600/I_Heart_Rainy_Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5btp-zQR8-o/TVSn01bHw8I/AAAAAAAAA14/MtQiJFvXWSw/s320/I_Heart_Rainy_Days.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6468909825577789532?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6468909825577789532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6468909825577789532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6468909825577789532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6468909825577789532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/midgets-and-lollipops.html' title='Midgets, and Lollipops.'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWEqojrnkTQ/TVSnlzNHFYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/MkCkoNB4Sjc/s72-c/Have_a_Heart_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2373839673952134420</id><published>2011-02-09T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:11:55.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>"A man, when he wishes, is the master of his fate."</title><content type='html'>I have this fascination with wishes. I've had it for as long as I can remember. There are so many things people wish upon. Stars, a time of day, dandelion seeds, four leaf clovers, birthday candles, necklace latches, fountain coins, shadows, sentimental items, the list goes on and on. So many wishes, so many dreams, so many hopes thrown out into the universe...&lt;br /&gt;I find it all fascinating. Every person has a secret wish, or hope that they carry around with them. It's almost as though it's a warm stone in their pocket. Something they are always aware of. Always twirling around in their hand. I want to know what it is they are wishing for. I want to know why they are wishing for that one particular thing. I want to know if their wish ever comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLw09bHqpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MR9BzAhiNfw/s1600/A+Dream+Is+A+WIsh+Your+Heart+Makes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLw09bHqpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MR9BzAhiNfw/s320/A+Dream+Is+A+WIsh+Your+Heart+Makes.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true."&lt;br /&gt;“To a resolute mind, wishing to do is the first step toward doing. But if we do not wish to do a thing it becomes impossible.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2373839673952134420?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2373839673952134420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2373839673952134420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2373839673952134420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2373839673952134420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-when-he-wishes-is-master-of-his.html' title='&quot;A man, when he wishes, is the master of his fate.&quot;'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLw09bHqpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MR9BzAhiNfw/s72-c/A+Dream+Is+A+WIsh+Your+Heart+Makes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8354673329092654212</id><published>2011-02-09T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:32:12.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Beware The Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Creepy, Gross, and Vile, Construction man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you stand in front of my vehicle for 15 minutes with your damned sign, and ask me for my phone number, I will not sit and argue with you -- I will happily beat you into the ground with your stop/slow sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLqrGqlowI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UlqTuft3qi0/s1600/Construction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLqrGqlowI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UlqTuft3qi0/s320/Construction.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLqnwarxoI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4Nrx-pFPPRI/s1600/construction_men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLqnwarxoI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4Nrx-pFPPRI/s320/construction_men.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. I really did have to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8354673329092654212?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8354673329092654212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8354673329092654212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8354673329092654212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8354673329092654212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/beware-sign.html' title='Beware The Sign'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVLqrGqlowI/AAAAAAAAA1g/UlqTuft3qi0/s72-c/Construction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2346704018081238573</id><published>2011-02-08T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:23:41.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Love Inspires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never really been one who enjoys Valentines Day. I find the holiday ridiculous. Very pink, very girly, it's all very cheesy. Not to mention the candy isn't all that great, and the cards are silly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Typically most people hate valentines day because they have no one to share it with. I've never spent a Valentines alone, so I suppose I wouldn't be able to truly appreciate it...?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;This year I will be celebrating this day with Aaron, purely because he asked me to give it an honest try.&amp;nbsp;In an attempt to give this day a chance, here is my ode to Valentines Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVGXO7FISuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/08_pNhWXbwM/s1600/love_inspires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVGXO7FISuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/08_pNhWXbwM/s400/love_inspires.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2346704018081238573?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2346704018081238573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2346704018081238573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2346704018081238573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2346704018081238573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-inspires.html' title='Love Inspires'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TVGXO7FISuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/08_pNhWXbwM/s72-c/love_inspires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3724772958591114692</id><published>2011-02-07T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:32:14.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips and Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Sideways Glances, and Judgemental Passes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This has been my&amp;nbsp; most controversial Facebook status update. There are a few remarks&amp;nbsp;I refrained from saying on facebook, and have decided to put them here on my blog. If you don't like controversy, or just don't like the fact that I am vocal, and opinionated... then I'd suggest you stop reading this post. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Meredith Gustafson is a little confused... The woman at Walmart had a straight up 5 o'clock shadow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps confused is the wrong word. Shocked might have been a better word choice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Crofts Sanda&lt;/strong&gt; Lmao! I saw a woman on TV with a beard the other day! Sad day for them!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Jennifer has had laser hair removal. The hair on her face started to grow in darker, with the increase in medications she was taking. It is a common side effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Meredith Gustafson&lt;/strong&gt; Amen!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously? I saw someone in my ward with a mustache!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Many woman have a 'stache' thus the popularity of upper lip waxing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adella &lt;/strong&gt;It is a common side effect of PCOD or PCOS. There is every possibility that she is in a lot of pain, a lot of the time. Having your hormones all messed up sucks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Cousin Adella, I'd have to agree. Having your hormones all messed up does suck, but there are many ways to fix the side effects of that, especially when it is uncomfortable hair growth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dianna&lt;/strong&gt; eeek&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nice. Walmart is never without interesting folk.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(&lt;/u&gt;I will refer to this again later... but &lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leah&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so scared now. Women shouldn't have any o'clock shadow that's why there is waxing!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Leah is one of the ones I mentioned. She goes in for waxing regularly. It isn't uncommon, and it doesn't make her less of a person. In fact, I find it commendable that she takes such good care of her personal hygiene! She has come a long way, and she will be the first to tell you that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adella&lt;/strong&gt; There times when you can't wax. Say like if you are getting laser hair removal, your doctor wants to keep an eye on the situation, or your skin is too sensitive. It is really a sad situation for the women. Your hormones make you feel halfwa...y male, halfway female. You gain weight easily, but it won't go away without some severe dieting and a hefty exercise routine, and even then it is slow going. Your menstral cycle is crazy erratic, and often means cramps that put labor to shame. You become insulin resistant so you are at a high risk of becoming diabetic. A lot of them spend years and years telling their doctors that something isn't quite right, just to have their doctors think they are just seeking attention, and by the time the doctors agree something is wrong you can't turn back the changes your body started. Depression is a side effect, but can you really blame them? Their bodies don't do the primary thing they were designed to: be female. Something we all take forgranted when it is just natural. When I see women in this state I just want to hug them because it isn't easy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(I have no doubt it isn't easy, but this woman obviously did not care about her personal hygiene. She had tattoos from her ankles to her elbows. Her hair was greasy, and her clothing unwashed. People like that are really sad, but she is working at walmart. She has a regular paycheck. That would allow her to pay for a&amp;nbsp;shower with soap and shampoo, laundromat, and her insurance would cover laser hair removal. She may have a $35 co-pay, but what is that amount every 3 months compared to the amount of shaving cream, razors, and the public humiliation that comes with being a woman with a 5 o'clock shadow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eva &lt;/strong&gt;Was the circus in town? ;)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Come on now, this is just funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Meredith Gustafson&lt;/strong&gt; I hope not! Clowns give me the heebe jeebies.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt; Some rude, inappropriate comments for someone who probably wishes every day they didn't have the problem. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(This is where it gets controverisal.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Meredith Gustafson&lt;/strong&gt; Katie, if it makes you feel better, I at first couldn't tell if it was part of her tattoo collection, or a real 5 o'clock shadow. I was genuinely surprised.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie &lt;/strong&gt;Im glad it makes people feel better and superior to judge and make fun of people who look different. This is why our world and society is the way it is. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(I was floored by this comment for two reasons. 1: That entire comment is a judgement. and 2: Based upon the comments that had been made up to this point, no one was having superiority issues, unless you count Katie.. No one was making direct comments to taunt this cashier, if you'll read them again you'll notice no one was even really talking about her personally, but more about the fact that facial hair on woman is based upon hormones, and it is probably an uncomfortable situation for those who suffer with it. Now had someone said 'That woman should be put in the circus' or 'She must have gotten a sex change' then I would understand where Katie was coming from.)Jessica Meredith Gustafson Katie, calm down. Most of the people who commented on this status are good people. No one was seriously making fun of her. Personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Meredith Gustafson&lt;/strong&gt; Katie, calm down. Most of the people who commented on this status are good people. No one was seriously making fun of her. Personally.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt; Im not sa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3724772958591114692?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3724772958591114692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3724772958591114692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3724772958591114692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3724772958591114692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-has-been-my-most-controversial.html' title='Sideways Glances, and Judgemental Passes'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8906419249162756397</id><published>2011-01-24T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T16:23:58.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>The Rose - LeAnn Rimes with the Gay Men's Choir of Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CaROl1j-xBY" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am LDS, and yes I am a Christian, and yes, I understand the views of both on the topic of gays... but I also believe God loves all his children, without condition. I will keep my full views to myself for now, but know that I love my gay friends/family, and though I may differ in beliefs, and opinions from them I refuse to judge and exhile someone because of the way they choose to live their life. It is not our place to judge, it is our requirement to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8906419249162756397?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8906419249162756397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8906419249162756397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8906419249162756397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8906419249162756397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CaROl1j-xBY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1968729689441206084</id><published>2011-01-21T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:51:11.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips and Education'/><title type='text'>Toilet Flushes and Sunny Delight Bottles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The new suspicion is that I have type 2 Diabetes, and while it really wouldn't surprise me, I kind of don't want to find out if I do or not. (Stupid if I don't relent, but it's me. I'll procrastinate as long as I can.) But because Aaron said please, and Jennifer threatened me, I called a medical professional and while they agree it sounds like diabetes, I have to schedule a blood test to prove it. Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TTpFLRORdmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ruuw3y-z5K0/s1600/Vilnius_Toilets_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TTpFLRORdmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ruuw3y-z5K0/s400/Vilnius_Toilets_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hate needles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;How this suspicion was put on the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday evening:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go pee again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yes, where did you think I went?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Jess, I think you need to be tested for diabetes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Where on earth did that come from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"You pee a lot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"What does that have to do with Diabetes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"It's one of the symptoms."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am already&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypoglycemia"&gt;hypoglycemic&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anemia"&gt;anemic&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;. I always knew becoming a diabetic was a possibility, but I have this thing called a superwoman complex... So, when my hypoglycemia suddenly seemed to be on steroids, I started to wonder, but pushed those thoughts away. Until my lovingly observant boyfriend decided to point out I pee a lot... Thanks Aaron. He's mentioned before he felt I might be leaning more towards being a diabetic a few times, but when I ignored that idea he let it drop... until now. Now that the signs are neon colored, and sound a lot like a constant flushing toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What are the symptoms you ask, well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 13px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fatigue:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In diabetes, the body is inefficient and sometimes unable to use glucose for fuel. The body switches over to metabolizing fat, partially or completely, as a fuel source. This process requires the body to use more energy. The end result is feeling fatigued or constantly tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(This one is funny for me. I'll fall asleep everywhere, and not realize I've fallen asleep until I wake up... Bad news... I have slept through more alarms in these past few months than I have in my 22 years... Lame. Oh, and I can sleep for a full 10 hours, take a nap halfway through the day, and still be exhausted by 10 pm. I used to function beautifully on 4-6 hours.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unexplained weight loss:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;People with diabetes are unable to process many of the calories in the foods they eat. Thus, they may lose weight even though they eat an apparently appropriate or even excessive amount of food. Losing sugar and water in the urine and the accompanying dehydration also contributes to weight loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(My pants have never really fit me very well, because I don't believe 0 is a size, but apparently it's my size now. Yeah... thank you karma...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Excessive thirst (polydipsia):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A person with diabetes develops high blood sugar levels, which overwhelms the kidney's ability to reabsorb the sugar as the blood is filtered to make urine. Excessive urine is made as the kidney spills the excess sugar. The body tries to counteract this by sending a signal to the brain to dilute the blood, which translates into thirst. The body encourages more water consumption to dilute the high blood sugar back to normal levels and to compensate for the water lost by excessive urination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(The only thing that even gives me some sort of relief from the constant thirst is orange juice/Sunny Delight. Random? Yeah, I think so too. At any rate I have downed 2 gallons of Sunny D in 4 days, I fill a glass of water, and a water bottle every night, who knows how many drinks Aaron has bought for me... Yeah, I thought I had to pee all the time because I was constantly thirsty... It would make sense right!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excessive urination (polyuria):&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another way the body tries to get rid of the extra sugar in the blood is to excrete it in the urine. This can also lead to dehydration because excreting the sugar carries a large amount of water out of the body along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(This, This is the one that annoys the dickens out of me!!! I counted how many times I peed yesterday -- 15 times in the 12 hours that I was awake. Pathetic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Excessive eating (polyphagia):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If the body is able, it will secrete more insulin in order to try to deal with the excessive blood sugar levels. Moreover, the body is resistant to the action of insulin in type 2 diabetes. One of the functions of insulin is to stimulate hunger. Therefore, higher insulin levels lead to increased hunger and eating. Despite increased caloric intake, the person may gain very little weight and may even lose weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(I actually kind of like this one. I've experienced so many more foods now, because I'm usually dizzy enough [meaning I need food asap] to eat just about anything! It's been kind of fun... Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poor wound healing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;High blood sugar levels prevent white blood cells, which are important in defending the body against bacteria and also in cleaning up dead tissue and cells, from functioning normally. When these cells do not function properly, wounds take much longer to heal and become infected more frequently. Also, long-standing diabetes is associated with thickening of blood vessels, which prevents good circulation including the delivery of enough oxygen and other nutrients to body tissues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Bruises have appeared out of no where. I don't bruise easily, but suddenly I have these massive bruises all over my legs. I've had a sick looking bruise just above my left knee for 2 months now. It is slowly getting lighter, it's a little wicked. This was the first thing I really noticed truth be told. I had a cut on my finger that took about 3 weeks to heal, when normally something like that took maybe a few days. Not Kosher!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Infections:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Certain infection syndromes, such as frequent yeast infections of the genitals, skin infections, and frequent urinary tract infections, may result from suppression of the immune system by diabetes and by the presence of glucose in the tissues, which allows bacteria to grow well. They can also be an indicator of poor blood sugar control in a person known to have diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(This is a little gross, but -- I had my first UTI in January of 2009. I've had at least 5 since then. Not sure if that is normal or not, but it was a point of interest for medical&amp;nbsp;personnel.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Altered mental status:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Agitation, unexplained irritability, inattention, extreme lethargy, or confusion can all be signs of very high blood sugar, ketoacidosis, hyperosmolar hyperglycemia nonketotic syndrome, or hypoglycemia (low sugar). Thus, any of these merit the immediate attention of a medical professional. Call your health care provider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(I am already hypoglycemic... Ta da! Oh yeah, and I've been wicked ornery lately. Tasha, Aaron, Jennifer, are all witness to it. OH! And I've become paranoid about a few things that are completely illogical... Cool right? Bonus? I am now more stubborn than ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"&gt;&lt;b style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Blurry vision:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blurry vision is not specific for diabetes but is frequently present with high blood sugar levels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(And I thought I just needed to have my glasses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;prescription adjusted! I can't see worth crap at night. It gets a little scary sometimes. Though this is the symptom that has really caught my attention. I've been noticing I can't see as far as I was able to even just a few months ago, and I can't see the lines on the road at night. This one seemed to happen all at once for me. It's been the only thing that really worries me. I simply associated the rest with my failure to keep up with my dietary needs of late coming back to bite me in the ass.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;We will just have to see where this goes, but as for right now... I'm pretending I am still just the normal Jess, with the exception of needing to be near a toilet at all times. I'll let you know what happens when I go in for the blood test next week, or the week following... whenever I get around to getting it done... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1968729689441206084?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1968729689441206084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1968729689441206084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1968729689441206084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1968729689441206084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/toilet-flushes-and-sunny-delight.html' title='Toilet Flushes and Sunny Delight Bottles'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TTpFLRORdmI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Ruuw3y-z5K0/s72-c/Vilnius_Toilets_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8123899816174643389</id><published>2011-01-21T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:43:05.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>1 + 2 = A Good Day!</title><content type='html'>1: Steven Tyler rocks my world! The man is amazing, and every time I see him on that judge panel Ragdoll starts going off in my head. AH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CgRJ81hTFG0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I love my 2-year old stud-muffin baby brother! The kid is stinking adorable, and keeps me laughing all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TToU5v7FuQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ql5pzFtBkt0/s1600/downsized_0121011031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TToU5v7FuQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ql5pzFtBkt0/s320/downsized_0121011031.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TToYsBhDOeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2PHNEkWARMM/s1600/0121011030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TToYsBhDOeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2PHNEkWARMM/s320/0121011030.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TToYoSb6mhI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pojWPQjrk5w/s1600/downsized_0121011012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TToYoSb6mhI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pojWPQjrk5w/s320/downsized_0121011012.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8123899816174643389?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8123899816174643389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8123899816174643389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8123899816174643389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8123899816174643389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-steven-tyler-rocks-my-world-man-is.html' title='1 + 2 = A Good Day!'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CgRJ81hTFG0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3287974244559979664</id><published>2011-01-19T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:17:09.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>Impending Writers Cramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have only a few moments, but I need to tell someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my &lt;a href="http://hermanamills.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alaina&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know the Lord needs her in Texas, sharing the gospel with those around her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But I can't help but wish she was still just a short&amp;nbsp;hop,&amp;nbsp;skip, and a jump&amp;nbsp;away. I know she would know just what to do! She always did have the answers when no one else had a clue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I suppose another half-novel letter will have to do for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3287974244559979664?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3287974244559979664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3287974244559979664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3287974244559979664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3287974244559979664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/123-and-go.html' title='Impending Writers Cramp'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5079897874359495940</id><published>2011-01-11T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:50:26.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Nobody Is Going To Give You Freedom, You Just Have To Take It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJuv-9-9ROg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJuv-9-9ROg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5079897874359495940?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5079897874359495940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5079897874359495940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5079897874359495940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5079897874359495940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/nobody-is-going-to-give-you-freedom-you.html' title='Nobody Is Going To Give You Freedom, You Just Have To Take It.'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8842585427175348405</id><published>2011-01-08T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:04:18.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Life's Little Adventures - Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I believe in honor of the new year, I will re-post my '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-awaited-life-list.html"&gt;Life List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;' and update those items I have accomplished&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ones in bold I have  already accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;1.) Tour the UK and Egypt &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;2.) Learn to speak French and Spanish fluently &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;3.) Swim the English Chanel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;4.) Be financially stable enough to donate to others &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;5.) &lt;b&gt;Find balance between taking care of myself and giving to others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;6.) &lt;b&gt;Go camping&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;7.) &lt;b&gt;Go skydiving &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;8.) Go Ivy League&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;9.) &lt;b&gt;Get Over fear of Mexico&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;10.) &lt;b&gt;Fall in love with my best friend &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;11.) &lt;b&gt;Go on a cruise &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;12.) Buy a car, of my choice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;13.) Acquire as many old books as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;14.) &lt;b&gt;Memorize how to spell pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;15.) Visit the East Coast during autumn &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;16.) Finish the 50 books to read before you die list&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;17.) Go abroad and teach English &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;18.) &lt;b&gt;Kiss a boy from every zodiac sign &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;19.) Live outside of Utah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;20.) &lt;b&gt;Move out of my parents house &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;21.) &lt;b&gt;Reconnect with people from my childhood &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;22.) &lt;b&gt;Find that one soul I can take to 'Neverland'&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;23.) Do something with my photography&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;24.) &lt;b&gt;Learn the constellations&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;25.) &lt;b&gt;Go to Disneyland&lt;/b&gt;, and Disneyworld &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;26.) Get my Bachelors degree before I’m 25 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;27.) Visit the temple every week for a year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;28.) Jump a waterfall&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;29.) Pay a compliment to someone every day for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;30.) Experience New York&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;31.) Go back to Washington D.C. and tour everything there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;32.) &lt;b&gt;Ride an elephant&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;33.) Learn to play the piano well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;34.) &lt;b&gt;Get baptized.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;35.) Climb Ensign Peak every week for a summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;36.) &lt;b&gt;Be able to beat all the 'Gus' girls in a race&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;37.) Sell a photograph I have taken&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;38.) Learn to ski/snowboard&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;39.) &lt;b&gt;Learn calligraphy&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;40.) Lose fear of singing in public&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;41.) &lt;b&gt;Read a 1,000 page book.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;42.) &lt;b&gt;Go Kayaking/canoeing &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;43.) &lt;b&gt;Run mile in 5 min&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;44.) &lt;b&gt;Join ballroom team&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;45.)&lt;b&gt; Earn all girl scout patches&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;46.) &lt;b&gt;Set up a steady savings account&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;47.) Memorize a poem longer than 5 stanzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;48.) &lt;b&gt;Play in an orchestra &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;49.) Visit Amish country &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;50.) &lt;b&gt;Kiss in the rain&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;51.) See the Aurora Borealis &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;52.) Learn to play the guitar well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;53.) &lt;b&gt;Find someone I trust with everything and anything &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;54.) Write a book and get it published &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;55.) &lt;b&gt;Bear my testimony in sacrament&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;56.)&lt;b&gt; Have an extensive vocabulary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;57.) &lt;b&gt;Make-out in a walk in refrigerator/freezer, car wash, and the SLC library&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;58.) &lt;b&gt;Reach over 10,000 songs on itunes&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;59.) &lt;b&gt;Kiss a stranger &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;60.)&lt;b&gt; Help someone else gain self-confidence &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;61.) Visit every art museum in Utah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;62.) Visit all 50 states&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;63.) Learn to love everyone around me for who they are, and are trying to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;64.)&lt;b&gt; Build a tree house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;65.) &lt;b&gt;Plant a garden&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;66.) Own my own house&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;65.)&lt;b&gt; Re-gain contact with a best friend from the past &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;66.) &lt;b&gt;Develop own style&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;67.) &lt;b&gt;Graduate from High School&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;68.) Graduate from College&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;69.) &lt;b&gt;Learn to do flips and handsprings&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;70.) &lt;b&gt;Fill a sketch book&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;71.) &lt;b&gt;Learn to paint&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;72.) &lt;b&gt;Write a song and sing it for someone&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;73.) Get married in the temple&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;74.) &lt;b&gt;Free climb a cliff face&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;75.) &lt;b&gt;Learn to rappel&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;76.) &lt;b&gt;Tend a rose garden I planted&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;77.) &lt;b&gt;Tell someone I love them and mean it whole heartedly&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;78.) Appreciate the small things every day for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;79.) &lt;b&gt;Be the first to point out the silver lining in every bad situation for a month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;80.) Write a gratitude moment every day in journal for a month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;81.)&lt;b&gt; Experience something no one else has&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;82.)&lt;b&gt; Develop a true relationship with Christ&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;83.) Learn to be self-less&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;84.) &lt;b&gt;Go streaking and skinny dipping&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 14px; padding: 0px 0px 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;85.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Make a new friend every month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;86.) Go backpacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;87.) &lt;b&gt;Learn to shoot a gun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;88.) Dance naked around a bonfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;89.) &lt;b&gt;Go hunting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;90.) &lt;b&gt;Drive a truck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8842585427175348405?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8842585427175348405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8842585427175348405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8842585427175348405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8842585427175348405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/lifes-little-adventures-updated.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Adventures - Updated'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6985241364925186414</id><published>2011-01-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:07:28.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Dirty Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TSkkwnuS9zI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nCFdhPgVWIE/s1600/Dirty_Snow_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TSkkwnuS9zI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nCFdhPgVWIE/s400/Dirty_Snow_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ready set... DONE WITH THIS GROSS SNOW, GRAY SCENERY, AND THE BLASTED COLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6985241364925186414?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6985241364925186414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6985241364925186414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6985241364925186414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6985241364925186414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2011/01/dirty-snow.html' title='Dirty Snow'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TSkkwnuS9zI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nCFdhPgVWIE/s72-c/Dirty_Snow_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1918910039824294384</id><published>2010-12-19T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:12:43.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Mkay, I fail at blogging take 567...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is the un-official announcement that I have dragged my feet about posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story of Aaron and Jess:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Initially I met, or sort of met Aaron at the 2009 Super Bowl party. ( You know, the one between the&amp;nbsp;Steelers&amp;nbsp;and the Cardinals. Where the&amp;nbsp;Steelers&amp;nbsp;WON!!!) Aaron is Patrick DeVaney's best friend, and I happened to be friends with Amber DeVaney. I was sitting on the couch watching the game, when Patrick and Aaron come smashing through the room and sit on top of the people sitting on one of the couches, being loud, and rude, and pardon my&amp;nbsp;French, but royal Assholes to everyone. My distaste for someone had never been peaked so quickly. What irked me even more, was Aaron carried himself differently from anyone else in the room. There was such a different spirit around him. I'd felt that pull from someone once before, and I wanted nothing to do with it, especially if the guy was as rude and pompous, and self-righteous&amp;nbsp;as Aaron seemed to be. (Ironically enough, Aaron immediately 'wrote me off' that night as well. He though Cameron was mine. He'd dated girls with kids before and wanted none of it!) In fact, when Amber started pointing to people and telling me who they were, and sort of informally introducing me to those I didn't know, I got up and left when she said "This is Aaron." I really didn't want to know him! I used Cameron as an excuse. (I had him with me as my family was on their cruise. Cameron was 6 weeks old at this point. If you'll remember &lt;a href="http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-my-baby.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post from that time. I had stayed behind to watch baby, and make sure he had someone there that knew what was going on, and that he was familiar with.) Over the course of the year I grew closer to Amber, and got to know Patrick fairly well. Their dad Lonnie would share his opinion of "You should date Aaron" each time I came over. I made the mistake of asking who it was that owned the Dodge Viper SRT. I received quite the shock when I learned it was Aaron's truck. My first thought: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!? THAT ASSWIPE&amp;nbsp;OWNS&amp;nbsp;ONE OF THE SEXIEST TRUCKS ON THIS GREAT GREEN EARTH!?!?!?!?!?!?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TQ7wMOzKGJI/AAAAAAAAA04/CCdo_V5oSBc/s1600/DodgeViperSRT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TQ7wMOzKGJI/AAAAAAAAA04/CCdo_V5oSBc/s320/DodgeViperSRT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(This was the truck. Pee-your-pants gorgeous right!?) &amp;nbsp;The hard truth? Yes, he did, but he sold it as car payments+fuel+Insurance= No money for anything else. He now drives Buck, which I am absolutely in love with. Aaron is well aware I am only dating him for his truck and marrying him for his money. :) (For those of you who can't read sarcasm -- I am totally joking. I actually like Aaron, but only just a little bit. I promise!) Anyway, I avoided Aaron, and he stayed clear of me. I honestly did not like the guy! I couldn't understand how he had friends. He still wanted nothing to do with me, as no one had informed him I did not have a baby. (Because apparently I looked like I'd just had a kid... Yeah, couldn't break my peak of 109 lbs at that point in time, thank you dentist/hospital/heart!) There were a few moments when I'd give him the benefit of the doubt, then he and Patrick would do something stupid and annoying. At Amber's wedding in October Aaron was sort of forced to stop in and say hello to me while I was curling Monica's hair in the bathroom. Lonnie and Patrick wouldn't quit bugging him about it. I however, was super annoyed with him. He was being moody, and beyond ornery. I thought he should just go home if he was going to be a bother the whole day! It wasn't until this summer that we even started talking. Patrick put up a picture of Aaron dressed up as Joe Dirt/Hillbilly. I commented and said "Aaron, we should be friends." He took me seriously, and I accepted. He didn't place who I was, just that I'd said we should be friends I wasn't actually being serious when I'd said that. I was being&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/facetious"&gt;facetious&lt;/a&gt;, he didn't quite catch that part, so he sent a friend request on&amp;nbsp;Facebook. I accepted the request via mobile&amp;nbsp;Facebook. I knew I knew his name, but couldn't place where from, or why it felt so familiar, but I had the distinct impression I needed to accept his request. Aaron began to comment on my status updates, and we'd have mini conversations over&amp;nbsp;Facebook. After about a month (July '10) of these&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;comment conversations Patrick started to insist Aaron liked me. I didn't think anything of it. I had no interest in seriously dating anyone. I was quite happy with my flippant ways, and my very open, very versatile dating life! I learned Aaron didn't want to date. Period. To put it simply, he'd been through Hell and back with several different girls, and had given up. Meanwhile, God had a different plan for us. Sunnie and I ended up going to Lava Hot Springs for the ward camp out. We both felt like we needed to go, though neither of us really wanted to go, or understood why we felt a strong need to be there. In the end I am really glad we did go. We found Patrick, and Aaron sitting in one of the Hot Springs, and sat down with them. Almost immediately Patrick splashed me and Aaron pulled me under. Hello, nice second-first impression... HA! The next morning (that night wasn't all that amazing... Sun and I were told the wrong location, so we pitched our tent with a bunch of stranger. Aaron and Gavin came over, carried our tend [which was still up] and moved it to the right location) Sunnie and I stuck with Patrick and Aaron. Chatted it up, and left early with them. We followed them to a random location where I was taught how to shoot a gun. :) Sunnie was re-taught how to shoot, but Aaron ended up feeling stupid when Sunnie hit the target right off the bat. Aaron - "You already knew how to shoot a gun didn't you." Sunnie - "I'm a hunter's daughter." Aaron - "Well I feel like an idiot now." BAH hahahahaha! We still laugh about that! You know what is funny about all of this, I didn't process this was the&amp;nbsp;Super-bowl&amp;nbsp;idiot until after I realized I had a small sort of crush on Aaron... Ironic right? Aaron asked me to be his girlfriend Sept. 10, sitting in the back of his truck under a curtain of stars. I knew I was going to marry this kid after about 2 weeks of dating him. It scared me to death, but I knew it. I could feel it. So could he. And so we reach the point we are at now. December of 2010, and planning a wedding. AHHHH! I never thought I'd actually get married. This is going to be a new adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am unofficially announcing this. Yes, on the internet. I know, smart right!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am getting married in a special month on a&amp;nbsp;super neat day&amp;nbsp;in the year&amp;nbsp;2011 to Aaron R. Durrant. (Obviously...) I'm going to keep the details to myself for now, you'll get them if I love you... Or if your are Tasha and you happen to be the person I text when I am freaking out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this: &lt;i&gt;I AM NOT OFFICIALLY/TECHNICALLY ENGAGED YET&lt;/i&gt;! Meaning, Aaron hasn't "officially" proposed yet, and Yes, this is my fault. I asked him not to propose until January 2011 at the very earliest, no holidays, or birthdays... I know it's a little funny, both of our parents are getting tired of us dragging out feet about it... but I have my reasons, and Aaron is just patient enough with me to agree to my plea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1918910039824294384?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1918910039824294384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1918910039824294384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1918910039824294384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1918910039824294384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/12/mkay-i-fail-at-blogging-take-567.html' title='Mkay, I fail at blogging take 567...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TQ7wMOzKGJI/AAAAAAAAA04/CCdo_V5oSBc/s72-c/DodgeViperSRT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8346018137892540377</id><published>2010-11-15T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:58:30.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>To You I Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concentrate on this Sentence: 'To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concentrate on this Sentence: 'When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concentrate on this sentence: 'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8346018137892540377?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8346018137892540377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8346018137892540377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8346018137892540377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8346018137892540377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-you-i-say.html' title='To You I Say'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5297806480384772476</id><published>2010-11-15T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:57:04.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 (11/15/10) - Who are you?</title><content type='html'>Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, I am Jessica Meredith Gustafson. I am a daughter of God. I am also the daughter of Micheal and Maryanne Gustafson. I love to laugh. I have blue eyes, and I am 5'3 if I stand up straight and stretch a little bit. I am addicted to music, RedBull, ice cream, fries, and sugar in general. I hate being cold, and still don't understand why I live in Utah. I am who I am because of the people who have been in my life, and I am so grateful for them and their influence. I am a walking oxy moron - I am an intelligent blonde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5297806480384772476?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5297806480384772476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5297806480384772476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5297806480384772476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5297806480384772476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-30-111510-who-are-you.html' title='Day 30 (11/15/10) - Who are you?'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4734588474543506979</id><published>2010-11-15T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:53:35.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 29 (11/14/10) - In this past month, what have you learned</title><content type='html'>I have learned I freak out about commitment more than the average person. &lt;br /&gt;I have learned I NEVER want to own a dog, but will have to conceed eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned I don't do well with people who don't take control of their depression.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned I really don't have a lot of pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned I really do love my family, even though they drive me mad.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned it is okay to publicly announce I am madly in love with a boy named Aaron Durrant.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned I love, love, LOVE Ben and Jerry's ice cream&lt;br /&gt;I have learned my family didn't know I was addicted to RedBull... that's right, I said it, and I am proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;I have learned my hands are almost always cold unless I am with Aaron or Patrick. They keep them warm for me. &lt;br /&gt;I have learned I am actually a fairly easy going person, and according to "the boys" low maintenance. (Which they said was a HUGELY COOL THING. Bah hahaha! I so love Laugh Out Loud moments like that!)&lt;br /&gt;I have learned Aaron knows me better than I do.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned I need to trust my intuition because, it is never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned I have learned a lot of things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4734588474543506979?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4734588474543506979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4734588474543506979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4734588474543506979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4734588474543506979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-29-111410-in-this-past-month-what.html' title='Day 29 (11/14/10) - In this past month, what have you learned'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7794832555429143570</id><published>2010-11-15T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:46:28.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 28 (11/13/10) - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A picture of my last year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TOGbgAt6JbI/AAAAAAAAA0w/IuaAXnXNAJg/s1600/1234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TOGbgAt6JbI/AAAAAAAAA0w/IuaAXnXNAJg/s320/1234.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A picture of me this year: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TOGbiIOuKKI/AAAAAAAAA00/z7kfENkASVQ/s1600/12belize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TOGbiIOuKKI/AAAAAAAAA00/z7kfENkASVQ/s320/12belize.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And how I've changed? Well, for one I am happy. Truly, genuinely happy. I have traveled out of the country. I've moved out of my parents house. I am moving forward in life. I have many new friends, and people I consider to be my family. It's been a really big year for growth, and that is a really good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7794832555429143570?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7794832555429143570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7794832555429143570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7794832555429143570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7794832555429143570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-28-111310-picture-of-you-last-year.html' title='Day 28 (11/13/10) - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TOGbgAt6JbI/AAAAAAAAA0w/IuaAXnXNAJg/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1537118653241613325</id><published>2010-11-15T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:23:42.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 27 (11/12/10) - Why are you doing this 30 day challenge</title><content type='html'>In all honesty...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass the time. To help me get back on track with blogging (To which it has, but I've also failed at hitting the post button on time...) and to help count down the days to what will either be July, or April... I'm leaning more towards April... Fewer days to count down, and we all know I HATE math. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1537118653241613325?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1537118653241613325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1537118653241613325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1537118653241613325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1537118653241613325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-27-111210-why-are-you-doing-this-30.html' title='Day 27 (11/12/10) - Why are you doing this 30 day challenge'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-329860976315259756</id><published>2010-11-15T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:22:01.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 26 (11/11/10) - What you think about your friends</title><content type='html'>What a silly question! I think my friends are fantastic people who have helped to create the person I am today. They support me AND my crazy antics. They accept me for who I am and only try to help me better myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That would be the reason they are my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-329860976315259756?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/329860976315259756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=329860976315259756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/329860976315259756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/329860976315259756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-26-111110-what-you-think-about-your.html' title='Day 26 (11/11/10) - What you think about your friends'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3886611127927042581</id><published>2010-11-15T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:20:30.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 25 (11/10/10) - What I would find in your bag</title><content type='html'>Right now? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glasses - I may or may not be slightly blind at night... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ipod/Ear buds&amp;nbsp;- I don't go anywhere without it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pen - Mr. Hassett told me in the 6th grade never to leave home without one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Military sized Book Of Mormon - I keep this with me, for comfort purposes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keys - Purpose is obvious....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chapstick - I actually have about 3 different brands in my bag. I am addicted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Card&amp;nbsp;Case - Again, obvious. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tooth Brush/mini toothpaste&amp;nbsp;- I&amp;nbsp;abhor bad breath, and yellow teeth. I will always carry this with me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand Sanitizer - Um... I blame my&amp;nbsp;OCD...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literature book - I usually have a book of some sort or another with me. You never know when you will have spare time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sugar/candy/snack food&amp;nbsp;- I am hypo-glycemic. Basically I am the opposite of a diabetic... I have to keep my sugar levels up! Good thing I have a sweet tooth and a constant need to snack... Hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3886611127927042581?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3886611127927042581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3886611127927042581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3886611127927042581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3886611127927042581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-25-111010-what-i-would-find-in-your.html' title='Day 25 (11/10/10) - What I would find in your bag'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7302437463133439424</id><published>2010-11-15T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:12:49.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 24 (11/9/10) - A letter to your parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Mum and Papa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to thank you for everything you have done for me! You have given me life, love, and protection for most of my life. Now that I am on my own, I understand why you had the rules that you did, and the lessons you were so insitent on teaching me. I am now a better person because of you. I know how to cook, clean, and provide for myself and those around me. I am a more courteous person because of you example. I look on every being as a living creature created by a&amp;nbsp;God that loves each of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to say I am sorry for the words and actions&amp;nbsp;I have said and done&amp;nbsp;throughout my 22 years, that might have hurt you. I am a stubborn, head-strong girl and though I may not always follow your advice, I do listen to it. I appreciate everything you have tried to share with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I move forward in my days, and take steps&amp;nbsp;toward beginning&amp;nbsp;my own family I want you to know I am better prepared because of you. I am more equipt to handle the stresses of marriage, and life in general because of your examples and the way that you have raised me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I lift my glass to you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your daughter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jessica Meredith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7302437463133439424?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7302437463133439424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7302437463133439424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7302437463133439424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7302437463133439424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-24-11910-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 24 (11/9/10) - A letter to your parents'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8748289428045959280</id><published>2010-11-10T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:52:50.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 23 (11/8/10) - Something you crave for a lot</title><content type='html'>I am sort of known for my cravings... Especially my midnight cravings which usually inclued one or more of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Fries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate Raspberry Shakes or any shake for that matter...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben and Jerry Ice Cream - Yellow Brickie Road, Mud Pie, Half Baked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dark Chocolate Pomegranate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bean and Cheese Burrito&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aaron (Cheesy and ridiculous? Yes.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8748289428045959280?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8748289428045959280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8748289428045959280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8748289428045959280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8748289428045959280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-23-11810-something-you-crave-for.html' title='Day 23 (11/8/10) - Something you crave for a lot'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1032853875733295211</id><published>2010-11-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:47:47.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 22 (11/7/10) - What makes you different from everyone else</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have a quote on the side bar of this blog that kind of sums up what makes me different from everyone else. If you don't mind I'll just copy and paste that quote onto this post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're an artist, you feel things differently from other people... You're an artist, you see things differently from other people... You're an artist, you say things differently from other people... You are an artist Jess... you are different from other people."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtLL96c7_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/5j0SqIfnc44/s1600/A_Touch_Of_Crayon_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtLL96c7_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/5j0SqIfnc44/s400/A_Touch_Of_Crayon_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1032853875733295211?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1032853875733295211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1032853875733295211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1032853875733295211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1032853875733295211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-22-11710-what-makes-you-different.html' title='Day 22 (11/7/10) - What makes you different from everyone else'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtLL96c7_I/AAAAAAAAA0s/5j0SqIfnc44/s72-c/A_Touch_Of_Crayon_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5994431975097184352</id><published>2010-11-10T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:31:11.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 21 (11/6/10) - A picture of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtHEOf7bQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/VK5gFuG6vWo/s1600/1234.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtHEOf7bQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/VK5gFuG6vWo/s320/1234.bmp" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Music has always been a vice for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtHHgtizxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-PVkKS0yWGs/s1600/123boys.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtHHgtizxI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-PVkKS0yWGs/s320/123boys.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These two boys continually make me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know that is two pictures, but I couldn't decide! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5994431975097184352?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5994431975097184352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5994431975097184352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5994431975097184352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5994431975097184352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-21-11610-picture-of-something-that.html' title='Day 21 (11/6/10) - A picture of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtHEOf7bQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/VK5gFuG6vWo/s72-c/1234.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-485756268083344782</id><published>2010-11-10T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:17:22.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 20 (11/5/10) - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future</title><content type='html'>Bah hahaha! Wow! Well, this one is slightly&amp;nbsp;ironic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I have a wonderful, fantastic, and all around perfect-for-me boyfriend I am going to say Aaron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtD_QkjyCI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jFPe-cTjD4o/s1600/Joedirtsoffspring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtD_QkjyCI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jFPe-cTjD4o/s400/Joedirtsoffspring.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really do love this man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-485756268083344782?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/485756268083344782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=485756268083344782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/485756268083344782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/485756268083344782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-20-11510-someone-you-see-yourself.html' title='Day 20 (11/5/10) - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TNtD_QkjyCI/AAAAAAAAA0c/jFPe-cTjD4o/s72-c/Joedirtsoffspring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8716426589668363746</id><published>2010-11-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:47:24.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 19 (11/4/10) - Nicknames you have; why do you have them</title><content type='html'>Well, my mother calls me Shoe Shine, which was shortened to Shoom Shoom - I am the daughter of a Shoe Repair man. As a baby I loved the spinning brushes on the shoe shine machine. I would assume that is where it came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the population now calls me Miss Jess. It began with Stanley, and spread. I have no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis is another common nickname. It started with my uncle Tim, and a few people have continued the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace came from Nathan Steele. I've always wanted to be a writer,&amp;nbsp;much as Rory Gilmore, and I remind him of Rory, hence the&amp;nbsp;same nick name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any and all forms of Jessica are used. Ie: Jess, Jessi, Ica, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8716426589668363746?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8716426589668363746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8716426589668363746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8716426589668363746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8716426589668363746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-19-11410-nicknames-you-have-why-do.html' title='Day 19 (11/4/10) - Nicknames you have; why do you have them'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6834953865309622103</id><published>2010-11-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:44:34.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 18 (11/3/10) - Plans/dreams/goals you have</title><content type='html'>Plans/Dreams/Goals I have? How about I just give you my long term to-do list. That's about the same thing isn't it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop - I have needed to get a new laptop since my senior year of high school. The one I was using had an accident. The power cord met with my (then) boyfriend's foot (accidentally)&amp;nbsp;and sadly passed away... I have been without ever since.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School - Finish school, plain and simple.&amp;nbsp;(Make sure to take a photography, and egyptian history, and WWII History classes to reward yourself for finally getting back into school!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan for July - This particular item has it's own to-do list, and&amp;nbsp;I swear it&amp;nbsp;gets longer each week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apartment - Find one that suits, and begin the necessary journey to furnish it before it is time to move in. (Preferrably next year... things are moving too fast for my comfort levels just now!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Progress at WCPC - meaning stay long enough to save for at least July's events expense, preferrably more, and get a good standing at an employment location so I can change jobs or pick up a second one&amp;nbsp;if I need to/so desire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a New York Times Best Seller - Meaning finish the book I am currently writing, and begin the second one I am going to write with my Aunt&amp;nbsp;Olivia Gustafson LaBar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car - Get a new car by the end of 2011 (Preferrably with 4WD so Aaron will stop worrying about me driving in Utah weather) so that&amp;nbsp;Leesa can have the Lumina. (It's a good first car. Sturdy. Heavy. Basically, the thing is a tank, she would have a hard time trying to smash it! It will keep her safe!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Me Jeans - One day I will break down and actually purchase a pair or two for me. They are the ONLY pair of jeans that fits in all directions. Perfectly. And as Buckle hems your jeans so they fit you length wise, they will be absolutely divine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boston - One day I will go to Boston/Washington D.C. in the fall. It will happen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E.T.C. And so forth!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6834953865309622103?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6834953865309622103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6834953865309622103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6834953865309622103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6834953865309622103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-18-11310-plansdreamsgoals-you-have.html' title='Day 18 (11/3/10) - Plans/dreams/goals you have'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6603162999641782931</id><published>2010-11-02T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:39:27.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 17 (11/2/10) - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm, someone I would want to switch lives with for one day? In all honesty I don't know&amp;nbsp;that I want to switch lives with anyone right now, but if I had to,&amp;nbsp;I'd have to say Joseph Smith.&amp;nbsp;As for why I'd&amp;nbsp;have only this reason, to know him better. I've been reading&amp;nbsp;The Story of Jospeh Smith, writen by Lucy Mack Smith. I would love to understand what it was he felt, and everything he had to go through. I think it would&amp;nbsp;give me a better understanding, and a greater&amp;nbsp;appreciation for everything he has given to the world, and&amp;nbsp;to me&amp;nbsp;personally. I know that is funny&amp;nbsp;to say, but without the Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints I truly would not be where I am today. I would not have the amazing people I have in my life. I would probably still be an angry kid; bitter&amp;nbsp;against the religion of my father, and the neglect I felt as a child. I would not understand forgiveness, repentence, or&amp;nbsp;what it is to have a Christ-like&amp;nbsp;love for someone. There is so much that a person gains&amp;nbsp;from being an honest member of the church. Not only do the gospel principles make sense, along with the values and morals, but it really is a choice thing.&amp;nbsp;It is a lifestyle that we choose.&amp;nbsp;We choose not to&amp;nbsp;consume alcohol/drugs.&amp;nbsp;We choose&amp;nbsp;abstinence. We choose all of those&amp;nbsp;things that separates the LDS religion from the rest of the world, and we live them because we want to.&amp;nbsp;Joseph&amp;nbsp;Smith, in his faith and trust in the Lord, has&amp;nbsp;given me all that.&amp;nbsp;I can't say if what I just typed is&amp;nbsp;going to be understood by anyone but myself, but&amp;nbsp;that is&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;honest&amp;nbsp;answer to&amp;nbsp;this question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If I must choose someone fun, and random then I'd really have to say Joss Stone. The girl is crazy! She writes music like it's nothing, has a voice full of soul, and she isn't afraid to go out and do what she believes/wants/feels like doing. She really is the embodiment of the quote: "Give 'em hell, give 'em hell, give 'em hell! There are never enough trouble makers fighting for justice..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6603162999641782931?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6603162999641782931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6603162999641782931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6603162999641782931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6603162999641782931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-17-11210-someone-you-would-want-to.html' title='Day 17 (11/2/10) - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4349644811339986246</id><published>2010-11-01T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:20:44.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 16 (11/1/10) - Another picture of yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TM72c7BPHuI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vNKX5aIU3I4/s1600/2+Belize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TM72c7BPHuI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vNKX5aIU3I4/s400/2+Belize.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture was taken in front of the Aztec temple, Jaguar, in Lamani [Belize]... (Laman - Lamani... Get the reference!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4349644811339986246?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4349644811339986246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4349644811339986246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4349644811339986246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4349644811339986246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-16-11110-another-picture-of.html' title='Day 16 (11/1/10) - Another picture of yourself'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TM72c7BPHuI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/vNKX5aIU3I4/s72-c/2+Belize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7028577062683445125</id><published>2010-10-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:00:52.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 15 (10/31/10)- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play</title><content type='html'>Well this one should prove interesting... Lets see what happens shall we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:&amp;nbsp; Adia - Sarah McLachlan, Closer: The Best Of Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;2: This Is Me - Demi Lovato, Camp Rock Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;3: Damn Girl - The&amp;nbsp;All-American Rejects, When The World Comes Down&lt;br /&gt;4: !Viva La Gloria! - Green Day, 21 Century Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;5: You Can Run, But We'll Find You - Matchbox Romance, Voices&lt;br /&gt;6: Last Letter - Katharine McPhee, Unbroken&lt;br /&gt;7: Can't Stay Away - Kris Allen, Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;8: I'm Not In The Mood - Shania Twain, Up (Red Disc)&lt;br /&gt;9: Megalomaniac - Incubus, A Crow Left Of The Murder&lt;br /&gt;10: The Hat - Ingrid Michaelson, Girls and Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7028577062683445125?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7028577062683445125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7028577062683445125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7028577062683445125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7028577062683445125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-15-103110-put-your-ipod-on-shuffle.html' title='Day 15 (10/31/10)- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6962743932101354811</id><published>2010-10-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:07:13.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 14 (10/30/10) - A picture of you and your family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My family sort of fails at taking yearly family pictures. The most recent one of the whole family I have is from last July ('09)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBUX7f5fI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zqHICF0Yd0Y/s1600/123+Boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBUX7f5fI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zqHICF0Yd0Y/s320/123+Boys.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Boys: Micheal (Dad),&amp;nbsp;Ryan, and Cameron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBXs_dvUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nFUjityY94E/s1600/123+Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBXs_dvUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nFUjityY94E/s320/123+Girls.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Girls: Maryanne (Mom), Jess, Leesa, Miranda, Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBaxA7v2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/bVab8v_2YjM/s1600/123+Gus+Family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBaxA7v2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/bVab8v_2YjM/s640/123+Gus+Family.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes, this is a candid shot...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvC7FqBIcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2vwf1BIegAM/s1600/123+Gus+Family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvC7FqBIcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2vwf1BIegAM/s400/123+Gus+Family.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6962743932101354811?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6962743932101354811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6962743932101354811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6962743932101354811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6962743932101354811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-14-picture-of-you-and-your-family.html' title='Day 14 (10/30/10) - A picture of you and your family'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMvBUX7f5fI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zqHICF0Yd0Y/s72-c/123+Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1162629842189530519</id><published>2010-10-29T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:06:48.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 13 (10/29/10) - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know if I can/should do this one. I haven't been hurt by anyone &lt;em&gt;recently&lt;/em&gt; number one, and two I don't know that I'd put something like that on the internet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I will say good luck to S.L.L. and L.L.S. (HA! How funny, their initials are&amp;nbsp;mirror images of one another!) Thank you for the letter L. L. S. I have a response for you, I will be sending it in the mail in a day or two! And, of course&amp;nbsp;I forgive you! It was forgiven years ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amos J. don't be so hard on yourself! Trust will come, just give it time my friend. Also, a mistake is a mistake, you two will be back on your feet in no time. This is just a minor set back! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1162629842189530519?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1162629842189530519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1162629842189530519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1162629842189530519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1162629842189530519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-13-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html' title='Day 13 (10/29/10) - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-939201555810104548</id><published>2010-10-29T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:06:30.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Day 12 (10/28/10) - How you found out about Blogs and why you made one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In all honesty I don't really&amp;nbsp;remember how I heard about blogs. I've always seemed to have some sort of a blog type website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made one so that I would have somewhere to put my thoughts. It's faster to type them than to write them down, though I do keep a journal, and secretly I wanted input on what I was saying. I wanted to know if what I had to say was worth saying, and if I really did have a talent with words outside of achedemics. (meaning english teachers that liked my poetry/essays)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-939201555810104548?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/939201555810104548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=939201555810104548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/939201555810104548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/939201555810104548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12-how-you-found-out-about-blogs.html' title='Day 12 (10/28/10) - How you found out about Blogs and why you made one'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2979670147925633797</id><published>2010-10-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:06:09.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 11  (10/27/10) - Another picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>Camping Pictures! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Patrick, and myself unloading the 'not stolen' wood the boys found from somewhere or someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMu5bE7nfII/AAAAAAAAAz4/BWNNoQfbgj8/s1600/123+Camping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMu5bE7nfII/AAAAAAAAAz4/BWNNoQfbgj8/s320/123+Camping.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky and I showing off the natural look. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMu5dL1n9uI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ONr31CxLAw0/s1600/123+Becky+and+Jess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMu5dL1n9uI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ONr31CxLAw0/s320/123+Becky+and+Jess.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2979670147925633797?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2979670147925633797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2979670147925633797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2979670147925633797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2979670147925633797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html' title='Day 11  (10/27/10) - Another picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMu5bE7nfII/AAAAAAAAAz4/BWNNoQfbgj8/s72-c/123+Camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-474247529073156414</id><published>2010-10-29T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:05:47.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 10 (10/26/10) - Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Hyped, Bored, Mad</title><content type='html'>Songs I listen to when I am happy: The upbeat kind...? Nah, I have so many songs I listen to when I am happy. I love music. What can I say!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I listen to when I am sad: Erm... Bad Day - Daniel Powter...? Haha, seriously though it depends on what upset me at the time. More often than not, Train, Brandi Carlile, Sara Bareilles, or classical.&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hZQzbjU3z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hZQzbjU3z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I listen to when I am Hyped: HA! Venga boys was on that list for a long time, thanks to Brooke for that... For some reason I love listening to R&amp;amp;B when I am super hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I listen to when I am bored: I will typically put my ipod on shuffle and let it play whatever. Like now for example... this is what came up... &lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNgWCP9Oqs0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNgWCP9Oqs0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I listen to when I am mad: Honestly, Beth Hart has the best angry lady voice I have ever heard! I love listening to her gravel voice. It's amazing. Brandi Carlile of course! Then you also have Skillet, Shinedown, Seether, you know the harder edge Rock stuff. Though, if it's boy related it has to be Lover Lover by &lt;span dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Jerrod Niemann - Lover, Lover"&gt;Jerrod Niemann!&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-q0LE3gtUn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-q0LE3gtUn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-474247529073156414?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/474247529073156414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=474247529073156414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/474247529073156414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/474247529073156414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html' title='Day 10 (10/26/10) - Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Hyped, Bored, Mad'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6642921076491624926</id><published>2010-10-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:05:28.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 9 (10/25/10) - Something you’re proud of in the past few days</title><content type='html'>I survived camping in the rain/snow!!! I learned what hunting is. Also, I made a new friend. Enjoyed time with Patrick, Aaron, and Becky. I re-affirmed my loathing of cold, but the scenery was Breathtaking! Currant Creek Canyon really is a gorgeous place! Especially with the trees crystalized in snow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love camping,&amp;nbsp;though I would really like to&amp;nbsp;experience it when it isn't pouring rain and/or freezing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6642921076491624926?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6642921076491624926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6642921076491624926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6642921076491624926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6642921076491624926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-9-something-youre-proud-of-in-past.html' title='Day 9 (10/25/10) - Something you’re proud of in the past few days'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2946311575787546669</id><published>2010-10-29T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:04:59.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 8 (10/24/10) - Short term goals for this month and why</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I think I'll&amp;nbsp;type in my goals for&amp;nbsp;the month of November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Figure out what to get Aaron for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;Purchase a book shelf. Most likely from Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;Purchase&amp;nbsp;3-5&amp;nbsp;pairs of scrubs. Solid colors.&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;Begin Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;* Pick colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2946311575787546669?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2946311575787546669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2946311575787546669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2946311575787546669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2946311575787546669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8-short-term-goals-for-this-month.html' title='Day 8 (10/24/10) - Short term goals for this month and why'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3241741678041095709</id><published>2010-10-21T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:04:52.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 7 (10/23/10) - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you</title><content type='html'>I would need a bigger posting for all of the people that have had an impact on me. I will give you the first 5 that came to mind though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpFYOGdbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Ato64Wqp7mw/s320/Aaron+Durrant.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aaron Durrant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpM8gjIUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fbBRV6e1tJE/s1600/Johanna.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpM8gjIUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fbBRV6e1tJE/s320/Johanna.bmp" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johanna Adams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpQCaAphI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WiOzRn7TOLY/s1600/Marisa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpQCaAphI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WiOzRn7TOLY/s320/Marisa.bmp" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marisa Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpTmUvzjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/jj9BYKzzcCU/s1600/Stnaley.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpTmUvzjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/jj9BYKzzcCU/s320/Stnaley.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stanley Lloyd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpXtbliKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vJeKJGOUz4o/s1600/Sunnie+Lynn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpXtbliKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/vJeKJGOUz4o/s320/Sunnie+Lynn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunnie Rushton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-3241741678041095709?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/3241741678041095709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=3241741678041095709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3241741678041095709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/3241741678041095709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-7-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html' title='Day 7 (10/23/10) - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCpFYOGdbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Ato64Wqp7mw/s72-c/Aaron+Durrant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8027973778785534626</id><published>2010-10-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:03:10.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 6 (10/22/10) - Favorite super hero and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite super hero? That would have to be super man. I love Batman don't get me wrong, but he isn't a super hero. He is a hero with super neat gadgets and inventions, but batman is by far the greatest superhero aside from our Savior, parents, and those special people in our lives that serve as real life super heros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCmTndtzEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oh4_0s5PaAg/s1600/Superman-pinned.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCmTndtzEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oh4_0s5PaAg/s320/Superman-pinned.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8027973778785534626?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8027973778785534626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8027973778785534626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8027973778785534626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8027973778785534626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-favorite-super-hero-and-why.html' title='Day 6 (10/22/10) - Favorite super hero and why'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCmTndtzEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oh4_0s5PaAg/s72-c/Superman-pinned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2329157652895021718</id><published>2010-10-21T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:02:36.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 5 (10/21/10)- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In February of this year (2010) My mum, sister, and I went on a Bahama cruise. We stopped at 4 ports. Cozumel Mexico, Belize, Honduras, and Costa Maya. I don't have my cruise pictures on this computer, these I stole from my sisters facebook page... so here are 3 of the locations we went to! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCkdinYtdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Y0lJ4taqw_M/s1600/Cozumel.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCkdinYtdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Y0lJ4taqw_M/s320/Cozumel.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cozumel Mexico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCkZLbUvgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7e8tHM08woI/s1600/Belize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCkZLbUvgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7e8tHM08woI/s320/Belize.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Belize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCklrKN5gI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VZbSo1UlHt8/s1600/Honduras.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCklrKN5gI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VZbSo1UlHt8/s320/Honduras.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Honduras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2329157652895021718?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2329157652895021718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2329157652895021718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2329157652895021718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2329157652895021718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-picture-of-somewhere-youve-been.html' title='Day 5 (10/21/10)- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCkdinYtdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Y0lJ4taqw_M/s72-c/Cozumel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7951603386321160825</id><published>2010-10-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:04:52.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 4 (10/20/10) - A habit that you wish you didn’t have</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, well there are a few actually, but I'd have to say apologizing. I apologize for everything. Even if it isn't my fault! I'll take the blame for it. It's silly, but there you have it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was a short post! Haha! So I'll post a photography I have entitled Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCjVdow4ZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sTzKNP8xsZA/s1600/Apologize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCjVdow4ZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sTzKNP8xsZA/s400/Apologize.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7951603386321160825?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7951603386321160825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7951603386321160825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7951603386321160825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7951603386321160825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-4-habit-that-you-wish-you-didnt.html' title='Day 4 (10/20/10) - A habit that you wish you didn’t have'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCjVdow4ZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sTzKNP8xsZA/s72-c/Apologize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7262416536553905585</id><published>2010-10-21T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:01:43.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>Day 3 (10/19/10) - A picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>As I am on Trever's computer, the pictures will be scarce. They'd be few and far between anyway as I really don't like taking pictures of me. I enjoy standing behind the camera! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfrqOdz6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/DYe5RxLsZLQ/s1600/JessAmyKenna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfrqOdz6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/DYe5RxLsZLQ/s320/JessAmyKenna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This would be from March 2009 I believe. Myself, Amy, and McKenna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfytCOvUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/qwoneti27Yg/s1600/JessSunnieBrandi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfytCOvUI/AAAAAAAAAzA/qwoneti27Yg/s320/JessSunnieBrandi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, that's right, Sunnie and I met Brandi Carlile! September 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCf8NIWJTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/I6bF-lEuj6o/s1600/JessBrookeStanleyMike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCf8NIWJTI/AAAAAAAAAzE/I6bF-lEuj6o/s320/JessBrookeStanleyMike.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;May 2008. Stanley, Myself, Brooke, Bootcamp Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCf-PaQv4I/AAAAAAAAAzI/yRPCuwWQM-4/s1600/JessChris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCf-PaQv4I/AAAAAAAAAzI/yRPCuwWQM-4/s320/JessChris.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;July 2009 Chris and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfO2WwokI/AAAAAAAAAy4/P02ubtOo_p0/s1600/CasaBlanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfO2WwokI/AAAAAAAAAy4/P02ubtOo_p0/s320/CasaBlanca.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bah hahaha! Casa Blanca pool, June 2010. Sunnie and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7262416536553905585?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7262416536553905585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7262416536553905585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7262416536553905585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7262416536553905585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-picture-of-you-and-your-friends.html' title='Day 3 (10/19/10) - A picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TMCfrqOdz6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/DYe5RxLsZLQ/s72-c/JessAmyKenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7050097012539779457</id><published>2010-10-17T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:01:18.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 2 (10/18/10)- The meaning behind your Blog name</title><content type='html'>The meaning behind my blog name. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;'Some Days You Just Shouldn't Ask'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty self explanatory... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you really should not ask what I was thinking... More often than not I couldn't really tell you anyway. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7050097012539779457?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7050097012539779457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7050097012539779457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7050097012539779457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7050097012539779457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html' title='Day 2 (10/18/10)- The meaning behind your Blog name'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6470852808275100258</id><published>2010-10-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:04:52.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Day 1 (10/17/10) - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TLqew1tmxxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/TEdX3VOA5ns/s1600/Honduras+Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TLqew1tmxxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/TEdX3VOA5ns/s320/Honduras+Beach.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the most recent picture of myself I have on this particular computer. :) It's from this past February, when I went on the Bahama/Mexico Gulf cruise with my family. This is my sister Leesa and I at the beach in Honduras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am naturally a strawberry blond, but I highlight my hair to blend in the platinum blond strips that grow in along my face line. If I don't it looks like I have racing stripes when I pull my hair into a pony tail. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have an obsession with french fries, and RedBull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I read. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I prefer to 'feel' a situation out before I really take active part in what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I tend to date people with the same name. Un-intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I love to learn about new ways to learn how to read/identify/understand different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have always wanted a summer wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have more guy friends than girl friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I hate the cold, and I can't stand snow after Christmas passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My favorite dessert is Cannoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My favorite flowers are lilies, roses, and Gerber daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I love to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I haven't had a 'real' job in over 2 years. Not really by choice, but it's turned out to be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I love old movies. Pride and Prejudice, Gone With The Wind, Roman Holiday, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I understand/speak car language, and can fix my own vehicle, but am rarely 'allowed' to because I am a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6470852808275100258?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6470852808275100258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6470852808275100258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6470852808275100258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6470852808275100258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-recent-picture-of-you-and-15.html' title='Day 1 (10/17/10) - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TLqew1tmxxI/AAAAAAAAAy0/TEdX3VOA5ns/s72-c/Honduras+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-574806505396751848</id><published>2010-10-16T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:04:52.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>30 Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>I have been failing at maintaining my blog, and I think this might  help me a little bit. It's a 30 day, day by day, blog posting all about you chart  thingy... Also, I find it interesting to read the other blogs I've seen  this on. This is the list. Feel free to copy and paste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day  1 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day  2 - The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - A picture of you  and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;Day  5- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Favorite super  hero and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - A picture of someone/something that has the  biggest impact on  you&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - Short term goals for this month and  why&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Day  10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;br /&gt;Day  11 - Another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 12- How you  found out about Blogs and why you made one&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A letter to  someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 14- A picture of you and  your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that  play&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Someone  you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-  Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you  have them&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with  in the future&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day  22 - What makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 -  Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 24- A letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day  25 - What I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 26- What you think about  your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - Why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day  28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since   then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - In this past month, what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;Day  30- Who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-574806505396751848?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/574806505396751848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=574806505396751848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/574806505396751848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/574806505396751848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-days-and-counting.html' title='30 Days and Counting'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6914411936472322313</id><published>2010-09-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:36:04.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Aaron - The Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I usually kept my dating life to myself. I don't like to spread around who I date, or if I like anyone at the moment. I find that to be my business... But! As I have finally relented on the boyfriend front and it's even facebook official -- I figure it's time to make it blog official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TJmGeTlrmyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Vgqo-3fTYjI/s1600/Aaron+Hitting+On+the+Ladies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TJmGeTlrmyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Vgqo-3fTYjI/s400/Aaron+Hitting+On+the+Ladies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His name is Aaron. He will be 24 in November. He graduated from Copper Hills High School. He is a diesel mechanic, and yes that is what he wants to do career wise. He is a Ford fan, but I forgive him as he drives a 3500 Dodge Ram Cummins, extended long bed, gun metal gray. (Basically, he drives a massive gray, dodge diesel truck) He loves hunting and being outdoors, but has a secret weakness for Pride and Prejudice and theatre. (Don't tell anyone I told you... Haha!) His family always comes first. He's the best friend you'll ever have. He served an LDS mission in Mississippi. He won over my daddy instantly, it was amazing! We speak the same language. (I know right! I didn't know that was possible either!) He makes me laugh like no else can. I am loving getting to know him, and enjoying every minute I am given with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6914411936472322313?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6914411936472322313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6914411936472322313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6914411936472322313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6914411936472322313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/09/aaron-boyfriend.html' title='Aaron - The Boyfriend'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TJmGeTlrmyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Vgqo-3fTYjI/s72-c/Aaron+Hitting+On+the+Ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-1988192128642512002</id><published>2010-09-08T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:53:26.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>You have to go through it to get to the end of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TIftzNoAHGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/1NtvJTulG4Y/s1600/reflection_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TIftzNoAHGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/1NtvJTulG4Y/s400/reflection_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Model: Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taken: 2006&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;re-edited 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Short update...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Living with Sunnie and her brother Trever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Long story but here is the shortest version I can come up with -- my mom finally lost it. She flipped over something I didn't do, but since I am the one that is always around I got the brunt of it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Scared Sunnie who was on the phone with me at the time. Blah blah this, blah blah that, she can't decide if she likes me or not (I love my mum, she's just super stressed.) so I'm left somewhat homeless for now. Which has actually been fine! I was able to spend&amp;nbsp;more time with my daddy while he was in the hospital! I've been adopted by the Rushton family, and I've been able to make new friends and visit old ones! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully starting work with Grandma Gus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -I am actually really excited for this one! Not really sure what I'll be doing, but my grandmother is a cool lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Daddy is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Open heart surgery went really well! He's up and moving around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Boys, boys, boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -I've had lots of fun these past few months, making friends, playing with old ones, and accomplishing things on the bucket list! Also, I was given a new CTR ring! It's quite pretty!&amp;nbsp;Thanks Amos! AND! I may or may not have finally ended my boyfriend boycott... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ta Da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-1988192128642512002?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/1988192128642512002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=1988192128642512002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1988192128642512002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/1988192128642512002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-say-that-home-is-where-heart-is-i.html' title='You have to go through it to get to the end of it.'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TIftzNoAHGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/1NtvJTulG4Y/s72-c/reflection_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5406776942395162064</id><published>2010-08-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:12:00.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><title type='text'>Learning to Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? &lt;em&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;You are a child of &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TFs3E_5XP0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/CraGmAvyEYk/s1600/goddontmakelonelygirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="288" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TFs3E_5XP0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/CraGmAvyEYk/s400/goddontmakelonelygirls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thank you Alexander for the photograph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5406776942395162064?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5406776942395162064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5406776942395162064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5406776942395162064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5406776942395162064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/08/learning-to-breathe.html' title='Learning to Breathe'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TFs3E_5XP0I/AAAAAAAAAyA/CraGmAvyEYk/s72-c/goddontmakelonelygirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5439697194911883620</id><published>2010-07-28T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:42:36.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Struck By Lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;For as long as I can remember lightning storms have been a source of excitement and wonder for me. Some of my favorite&amp;nbsp;childhood memories come &amp;nbsp;from the summer storms that would blow over the top of our little 'gingerbread' house. My dad, brother Ryan, and I used to sit on our back porch and watch them in the summer afternoons. My dad would tell us stories about his childhood, and we'd laugh about the things Leesa would do, or how angry mom would get over the most ridiculous things! That backyard,&amp;nbsp;defined by the line of&amp;nbsp;trees, roses, and fence the Reids constantly protected from our "monkey fanatics" provided the greatest area for 3 siblings, and a handful of daycare kids to play around in. We had trees to climb, sprinklers with a mind of their own, ghosts, the best trampoline you could imagine,&amp;nbsp;grass that seemed to go on for days when it came time to drag out the lawn mower, but best of all a covered porch big enough for a platic kitchen set, a picnic table, a 4 chair outdoor table, a park bench, and carpeted&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the fake backyard turf/carpet/thingy that I&amp;nbsp;swear was stolen&amp;nbsp;from the backyard of the Brady Bunch. The thing was huge and covered by green fiber-glass that we weren't allowed to walk on because it would break. (Though we learned we could still jump off the roof and onto the trampoline if we climbed the garage roof, or walked on the boards that formed the support of the fiber-glass stuff.) That roof was the BEST place to watch lightning storms! Nature really is a wonder. I hadn't thought about that old faded red porch until last night as I was laying on the cement in the middle of temple square watching the lightning dance across the heavens. I was thinking about how much had changed in the last 10-15 years of my life. The people I had met, and wondering what would have happened had my family never moved from Bountiful to South Jordan. Would I have grown up the way I did, and chosen the classes I had in high school. Would I have re-connected with some of my old elementary school friends as I have recently, or would I have drifted from them the way I have from the people I did go to high school with. There really isn't a way to know what could have happened, or would have happened. I came to the conclusion that everything had happened for a reason that I wasn't yet aware of, and I had met the people I had met because I was supposed to. Makes a girl wonder why, but I guess those answers will have to come later on in life, or when I see it all rewound and re-played on a big screen in Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;It's strange that all this introspection was brought on my a simple lightning storm, but I'd guess&amp;nbsp;it's all part of the magic and wonder that comes with a strip of energy striking the earth, and lighting up the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TFEJYwq1b8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/UZj3lfmOL54/s1600/struck_by_lightning_by_annarexic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TFEJYwq1b8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/UZj3lfmOL54/s400/struck_by_lightning_by_annarexic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Title: Struck By Lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Photography thank you to: Anna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5439697194911883620?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5439697194911883620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5439697194911883620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5439697194911883620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5439697194911883620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/07/struck-by-lightning.html' title='Struck By Lightning'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TFEJYwq1b8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/UZj3lfmOL54/s72-c/struck_by_lightning_by_annarexic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-6164776971540977255</id><published>2010-07-15T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:02:21.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Through Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Only We'd Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_HIDey0BI/AAAAAAAAAxY/aX7PgnLvsIk/s1600/Somewhere_Over_The_Rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_HIDey0BI/AAAAAAAAAxY/aX7PgnLvsIk/s400/Somewhere_Over_The_Rainbow.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why don't we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why don't we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why don't we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-6164776971540977255?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/6164776971540977255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=6164776971540977255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6164776971540977255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/6164776971540977255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/07/somewhere-only-we-know-keane.html' title='Somewhere Only We&apos;d Go'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_HIDey0BI/AAAAAAAAAxY/aX7PgnLvsIk/s72-c/Somewhere_Over_The_Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7435915014411684192</id><published>2010-07-15T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:18:38.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Oh The Places You'll Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was thumbing my way through a few memories today while contemplating a rather bizarre dream I'd had last night&amp;nbsp;when I came across &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'Oh the Places You'll Go...' By Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;. This book has always been a favorite of mine. It seems to me, the more you read it, the more you realize just how much depth this simple book has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Congratulations! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You're off to great places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You're off and away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_IFIhTtbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wRyEAW3GleA/s1600/OhThePlacesYoullGo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_IFIhTtbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wRyEAW3GleA/s320/OhThePlacesYoullGo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can steer yourself any direction you choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You're on your own. And you know what you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And you are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With your head full of brains, and your shoes full of feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And you may not find any you'll want to go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's opener there in the wide open air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Out there things can happen, and frequently do, to people as brainy, and footsy as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just go right along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll start happening too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The places you'll go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll be on your way up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll be seeing great sites! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll join the high fliers; who soar to high heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Except when you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because, sometimes, you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry to says so but, sadly, it's true, that bang-ups, and hang-ups, can happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And your gang will fly on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll be left in a lurch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll come down from the lurch with an unpleasant bump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a slump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And when you're in a slump, you're not in for much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A place that could sprain both elbow and chin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How much can you lose? How much can you win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And IF you should go in, should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quaters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or maybe not quite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or go around and back and sneak from behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long and wiggled roads at a break-necking pace, and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most usless place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Waiting Place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...for people just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Waiting for a train to go, or a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a yes or a no, or waiting for their hair to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Waiting for the fish to bite, or waiting for wind to fly a kite, or waiting around for Friday night, or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake, or a pot to boil, or a better break, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_JwDNq3cI/AAAAAAAAAxw/r4xkoPPGTb8/s1600/OhThePlacesYoullGo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_JwDNq3cI/AAAAAAAAAxw/r4xkoPPGTb8/s320/OhThePlacesYoullGo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's not for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll find the bright places where boom bands are playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Except when they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because, sometimes, they won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whether you like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And when you're alone, theres a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But on you will go though the weather be foul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On you will go though your enemies prowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Onward up many a frightening creek, though you arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On and on you will hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll get mixed up of course, as you already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You'll get mixed up with many stray birds as you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So be sure when you step, step with care and great tact and remember that life's a great balancing act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And never mix up your right foot with you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And will you succeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes! You will indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(98 and 3/4 percent garanteed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kid, you'll move mountains! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Alenn O'Shea you're off to Great Places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is your day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your mountain is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So... get on your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_JYaZVvCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_3wUPjwFxiw/s1600/EmmaMikell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_JYaZVvCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_3wUPjwFxiw/s320/EmmaMikell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: Street Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taken: 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Models: Leesa, Miranda, and Emma Gustafson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taken: 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7435915014411684192?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7435915014411684192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7435915014411684192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7435915014411684192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7435915014411684192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh The Places You&apos;ll Go...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TD_IFIhTtbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wRyEAW3GleA/s72-c/OhThePlacesYoullGo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-5056879279866613440</id><published>2010-07-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:00:01.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Random Word Vomit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was writing in my journal and pondering the different things I going on around me, words began flowing across the page, and before I knew it I had answered my own questions. I had found the hope I had so desperately been searching for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is going to come with all sorts of ups and downs. People will come and go, the faces will change, but the lessons learned will remain in our hearts forever. At times your feelings will be hurt, but there will be moments when your heart knows what it is to fly. It's all part of living and experiencing what it is to be alive! It's learning to live freely, love willingly, and trust openly. It's having the faith to move mountains even if that means taking it one shovelful at a time and knowing that with God, and through God, absolutely &lt;/em&gt;Nothing&lt;em&gt; is impossible!&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 1:37)&lt;em&gt; We don't need to know the ending before beginning a journey, or to begin a journey. We just need to trust that God knows the end and no matter what, his will, will be done with or without our, or anyone elses, approval! All he asks is that we believe and follow his words. He will take care of the rest.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;two of my wall&amp;nbsp;quotes&amp;nbsp;say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'Accept the things to which fate binds you. Love the people to whom fate brings you, but do so with all of your heart.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;'Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't it strange how we almost always have the answers to our questions already within us? We just have to quiet our minds long enough to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-5056879279866613440?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/5056879279866613440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=5056879279866613440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5056879279866613440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/5056879279866613440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-word-vomit.html' title='Random Word Vomit'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4434910350541167326</id><published>2010-07-06T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:10:31.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck On Repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had this blasted song stuck in my head for the entire Independence weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFwIL5whx3M&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think you're better, you're better than me/You blow me off as history/To avoid conversation you're ignoring me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you've had enough and you need somebody to know/Well, you're looking tough but you need a way to let it go/Come on now, what's a boy s'posed to do/ When I can't seem to leave you alone touching me touching you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna be your brother, wanna be your father too/Never make you run for cover even if they want us to/I wanna be your sister, wanna be your mother to/I wanna be, wanna be whatever else that touches you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever else that touches you/Whatever else that touches you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For fear of losing, losing your way/Just stop and listen to the things that they say/To avoid confrontation you walk away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Hey!) Growing up, found the need to compromise/ (Hey!) Well, I've had enough 20 year and I realized/(Hey!) Come on now, what's a boy s'posed to do/(Hey!)When I can't seem to leave you alone, touching me touching you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna be your brother, wanna be your father too/Never make you run for cover even if they want us to/I wanna be your sister, wanna be your mother to/ I wanna be, wanna be whatever else that touches you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna be your brother, wanna be your father too/Never make you run for cover even if they want us to/I wanna be your sister, wanna be your mother to/ I wanna be, wanna be whatever else that touches you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever else that touches you [x4]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you've had enough and you need somebody to know/Well, you're looking tough but you need a way to let it go/Come on now, what's a boy s'posed to do/But I can't seem to leave you alone, touching me touching you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This isn't a perfect love/One that we're guilty of/What am I supposed to do/Can't seem to leave you alone/Touching me touching you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This isn't a perfect love (I wanna be your brother, wanna be your father too) / One that we're guilty of (Never make you run for cover even if they want us to) / What am I supposed to do (I wanna be your sister, wanna be your mother too) / Can't seem to leave you alone touching me touching you (I wanna be wanna be whatever else that touches you) [x2]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4434910350541167326?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4434910350541167326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4434910350541167326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4434910350541167326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4434910350541167326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuck-on-repeat.html' title='Stuck On Repeat'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-7163142729337149958</id><published>2010-06-30T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:53:14.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Truths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>All Because Nostalgia Came Out To Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Getting close to someone is something I've realized I don't do all that often.&amp;nbsp;Giving someone a chance to know your secrets, and understand&amp;nbsp;why you are the way you are...It sort of terrifies me. That is a vulnerability I don't often like to experience.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have this complex, I supose you could call it --&amp;nbsp;I am convinced&amp;nbsp;that People Always Leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The pitter pat of long lost days&amp;nbsp;dance echos in my mind. All because a simple word brought nostalgia&amp;nbsp;out to play. The game of learning a heart, is a dangerous game,&amp;nbsp;tells&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;soul that&amp;nbsp;knows people&amp;nbsp;rarely stay. A new rule,&amp;nbsp;or addition&amp;nbsp;to be learned with each new player joining; ideas&amp;nbsp;shared, and names handed round filled the days will smiles and laughter.&amp;nbsp;They came to play for&amp;nbsp;one round, maybe two,&amp;nbsp;but never made it to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;last. The game was&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;finished&amp;nbsp;with only one&amp;nbsp;set of footprints left in the playground sand.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(originally written in 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But you know, when you do get to know someone -- I mean really know them, you have this set way of speaking. A language that belongs to the two of you. Inside jokes, play-on words, and phrases that incure certain emotions, and/or significant&amp;nbsp;memories. There are things you don't realize were 'special' to your relationship until someone says something, and you respond with your 'normal' retort... and they give you the "wrong" answer... It makes you miss that one person, and soon your day is lost to a walk down a lane you didn't realize was covered in crisp autumn leaves... each step louder than the next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-7163142729337149958?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/7163142729337149958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=7163142729337149958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7163142729337149958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/7163142729337149958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-because-nostalgia-came-out-to-play.html' title='All Because Nostalgia Came Out To Play.'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2848047805786377119</id><published>2010-06-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:04:37.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rantings and Confessions'/><title type='text'>Hell Hath No Fury Like A  Blonde On A Soapbox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ventation of things&amp;nbsp;that have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; irked me this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1: Being given the write off because I have blonde hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TCuGius4RII/AAAAAAAAAxI/EMzUtPy7s7w/s1600/smarter+than+you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TCuGius4RII/AAAAAAAAAxI/EMzUtPy7s7w/s320/smarter+than+you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(P.S. Jo sent me this flair button, and I thought I'd share it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2: Having an argument started over whether or not Facts carry emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;They do not. A fact is a fact. Opinions of the fact&amp;nbsp;carry the emotions.Your opinion of the fact&amp;nbsp;will incure what you feel and how you feel. Not the fact itself. IE whether or not a death is a tragedy or an honor --&amp;nbsp;either way that person is still dead!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3: People who can't keep their opinions to themselves, especially biased ones that are based mostly on assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4: Being called overly dramatic after&amp;nbsp;stating my&amp;nbsp;opinion that&amp;nbsp;every person&amp;nbsp;is owed common courtesy, no matter the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5: Having judgement placed on my head because I refuse to take a situation personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6: The lack of respect, and foresight, and the increase in cowardice being shown by the men passing through my life at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2848047805786377119?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2848047805786377119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2848047805786377119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2848047805786377119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2848047805786377119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/06/hell-hath-no-fury-like-blonde-on.html' title='Hell Hath No Fury Like A  Blonde On A Soapbox...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TCuGius4RII/AAAAAAAAAxI/EMzUtPy7s7w/s72-c/smarter+than+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-2449190125517625297</id><published>2010-06-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:54:40.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>Toilet Paper Trail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TCDpgzLCSlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/FDvxABMLagI/s1600/Paper_trail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TCDpgzLCSlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/FDvxABMLagI/s400/Paper_trail.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love how drama is like toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe -- trailing along behind you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-2449190125517625297?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/2449190125517625297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=2449190125517625297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2449190125517625297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/2449190125517625297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/06/toilet-paper-trail.html' title='Toilet Paper Trail...'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TCDpgzLCSlI/AAAAAAAAAxA/FDvxABMLagI/s72-c/Paper_trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-4045486646555909896</id><published>2010-06-17T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:14:56.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifes Little Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Adventures'/><title type='text'>MIA...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, now that I have successfully been MIA for a bit, it's time to clue all of you in I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been in Logan for the past 2 weeks; exploring the scene here, applying for jobs, and hiking around the canyons. Let me just say, I'M IN LOVE!&amp;nbsp;I absolutely love this city!&amp;nbsp;(I will be the first to say I never thought that sentence would &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come out of my mouth, but -- Ne jamais a dit jamais -- eh!?) It's so comfortable, and GREEN! I've never felt more at home in a place, it's crazy! Now I know that it gets pretty gnarly out here in the winter months what with crazy amounts of snow and bitter cold-ness, BUT! I am willing to tough it out if this is in fact the place that I need to be! I'm still trying to figure out if it is, or if Ogden is where I am needed most. I have 2 friends thinking of moving down here with me, but we'll see which of the 2 actually end up moving to Utah, and where we move to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all know I am a huge believer in fate, and letting the 'powers-that-be' take care of things for me. So, the attitude I am taking at this moment is 'if it is meant to be then things will all fall into place.' Whichever person is supposed to be out here with me will be out here with me when the time comes. -- If that made any sense to anyone but myself... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are those of you who know who lives here in Logan, and yes... I did visit with him. Last week. He's good, but he's not a part I care to include publicly at this time. You'll have to forgive me for being vague at the moment. :) Though I will just say I am not moving to Logan for a boy. And that I can promise you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have grown quite fond of the parks and the USU campus. I like the programs up here, and think it will do quite nicely for someone like me. I have my nature escape near b;. a big enough city type area to suffice for me. AND it's quiet, and fairly crime free, which means I can walk anywhere without someone saying "What! You walked!?" Bah! Most annoying question ever! It's close enough to my family that I can visit on weekends if I so choose, but far enough away that I feel like I am on my own. I'm the same distance from Bountiful and my 'Neverland.' Closer to Ogden, which I never thought I would be excited about, but with current circumstances I have a feeling I will be visiting that city a bit more often! ;) I may or may not explain later! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, that should explain a little bit of why I have been distant, and/or non-responsive of late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TBqNlI0Z1QI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7jZD7ZBBDXA/s1600/McGuirePrimrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TBqNlI0Z1QI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7jZD7ZBBDXA/s400/McGuirePrimrose.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture found &lt;a href="http://www.yorksite.com/Yorksite/PortfolioTPY/McGuirePrimrose.jpg"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-4045486646555909896?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/4045486646555909896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=4045486646555909896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4045486646555909896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/4045486646555909896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia.html' title='MIA...?'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TBqNlI0Z1QI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7jZD7ZBBDXA/s72-c/McGuirePrimrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-3870170822790150337</id><published>2010-06-03T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:38:17.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Boys Were Girls!</title><content type='html'>It's funny because it's true! 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPuxYke5vI/AAAAAAAAAww/032suofmhdA/s1600/mopar_logo_new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPuxYke5vI/AAAAAAAAAww/032suofmhdA/s200/mopar_logo_new.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fanatics!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(For those of you who don't know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;MOPAR is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPsqOH_99I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qv6p0Y7whws/s1600/MOPAR+-+LOGOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPsqOH_99I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qv6p0Y7whws/s640/MOPAR+-+LOGOS.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just because we're funny!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPuNfMWrkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/DgpHCfR9Pvo/s1600/Dodge+vs+Chevy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPuNfMWrkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/DgpHCfR9Pvo/s640/Dodge+vs+Chevy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8610702990337349068?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8610702990337349068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966810669540870103&amp;postID=8610702990337349068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8610702990337349068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966810669540870103/posts/default/8610702990337349068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/2010/05/mopar.html' title='MOPAR'/><author><name>Jess Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076291590797688677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/S8NObgd9a3I/AAAAAAAAAts/_tmiyPD5EFA/S220/Lost+in+the+field+2.5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmzHXw6smKY/TAPuxYke5vI/AAAAAAAAAww/032suofmhdA/s72-c/mopar_logo_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966810669540870103.post-8405216374335669268</id><published>2010-05-31T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:05:24.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Until We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;May I just tell you how very blessed the Latter-Day Saints are to know of, and have a testimony of life after death, and eternal families!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JiRc84kihRM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiRc84kihRM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiRc84kihRM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3966810669540870103-8405216374335669268?l=missjessmeredith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjessmeredith.blogspot.com/feeds/8405216374335669268/comments/default' title='Post 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style="color: #444444; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxecxecxecxecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Women are Angels...And when someone breaks our wings...We simply continue to fly -- on a broomstick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxecxecxecxecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We are flexible like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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