<?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-1392462124036688863</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:17:29.655-06:00</updated><category term='Flights'/><category term='finances'/><category term='tripping'/><category term='clumsy'/><category term='funny comments'/><category term='beach'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='AP'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='cops'/><category term='service'/><category term='hair'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='hope'/><category term='led zeppelin'/><category term='enchiladas'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='prom'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='family'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='computer'/><category term='video'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Ike'/><category term='temple'/><category term='physics'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='driving'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='homecoming'/><category term='trying'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='bike riding'/><category term='friends'/><category term='first day'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='lucki'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='California'/><category term='cell phone'/><category term='bruises'/><category term='Victor'/><category term='music'/><category term='chemistry'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='mission'/><category term='mario kart'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='church'/><category term='LA'/><category term='diet coke'/><category term='patience'/><category term='Chile'/><category term='dates'/><category term='busy'/><category term='disease'/><category term='sick'/><category term='TAKS'/><category term='washington'/><category term='love'/><category term='rodeo'/><category term='NASA'/><category term='art cars'/><category term='snowboard'/><title type='text'>Nitro Jenn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5369888081875172352</id><published>2009-11-23T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:05:28.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been awhile since I last wrote but it’s a good time to write you all!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I survived my summer working for NASA in Los Angeles…it was a long summer and although paid well I wouldn’t sign up for it again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I got back to Houston and resumed my teaching job (still Physics and AP Physics C) with the same school. It has actually been a great year!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really love my kids and I really feel like a veteran teacher. I feel like I fit in with the staff (we have a lot of cool new, young teachers in the science dept) and feel more connected to my leaders, too. I started a Rocket Club with some great students and will also sponsor Robotics in January. It’s a good thing I’ve got going!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We just got out for Thanksgiving break- a whole week! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still work for Space Center but instead of the actual teaching over video conferencing, they pay me more to do personal contract work making new lessons for them!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s infrequent and on my own time, pretty sweet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still live in the same apartment with Mac (my cat).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found a fabulous black leather sofa and loveseat for super cheap (I sold my old couches to teacher friends- it worked out perfectly), so my apartment is even cuter now. I have a pretty new bed set, too!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mac is doing great. Love that cat. He’s just as spastic as ever but keeps life interesting!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I’m dating someone!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re on facebook you might have seen the photos. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name is Matt Francis. He’s the same age as me (26) and is from the Dallas area. He did attend some high school in Germany and Korea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He served his mission in London. He graduated from BYU in exercise science and wants to start Baylor’s Physical Therapy program with the Army next fall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now he’s a physical trainer (so he’s got muscles…) and he’s working on some pre-req classes for the Baylor program. (muscles &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;brains!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met on Halloween---my friend Julie is dating his brother Sam and we all went to our Halloween party together and just hit it off. He asked me over for dinner the next day and we’ve seen each other everyday since!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(well, okay he was out of town for a few days but other than that…).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve gone shooting, to the opera, a hockey game, to my see favorite singer Regina Spektor, ran 4 miles yesterday, and more!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knew I’d actually like shooting and running!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s just because I’m with a cute boy. He’s so sweet, smart, and funny and we’re just smitten.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it’s only been three weeks, we’re pretty dang crazy about each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We spend every minute we can together. I couldn’t ask for a better guy. Even last night he surprised me with candles and our first slow dance to “You are so beautiful”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How romantic!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now I’m on my way to Utah to visit my friend Aubrey for the week! Then I’ll probably go to Dallas to meet Matt’s family Friday (connecting flight is in Dallas so Matt suggested I just skip the next flight to Houston and stay with his family for the weekend).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be in Spokane from December 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; to 30&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;…then Dallas for New Year’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Las Vegas for Grandma’s 90&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday in mid-January with all the extended family!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matt will have to come to Washington soon- he just learned how to play cribbage and &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;beat me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that’s my update. I am very happy and feel very blessed to have such wonderful things going on in my life!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5369888081875172352?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5369888081875172352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5369888081875172352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5369888081875172352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5369888081875172352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-13830490793208928</id><published>2009-10-04T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:28:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Georgia, serif; font-size: 24px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 228, 228); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Real Simple- Month's worth of meals.  Here's one recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Georgia, serif; font-size: 24px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 228, 228); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Georgia, serif; font-size: 24px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 228, 228); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tilapia With Peppers and Olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="featRecipeImg" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; word-spacing: 1px; float: left; width: 300px; padding-top: 8px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.realsimple.com/images/0910/tilapia_300.jpg" title="" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="author" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Jose Picayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="featRecipeContent" style="float: right; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 17px; width: 300px; "&gt;&lt;div class="recipeInfo" style="margin-bottom: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; line-height: 15px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; line-height: 15px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hands-On Time: 20m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; line-height: 15px; font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Total Time: 20m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="recipeIngred" style="margin-bottom: 30px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4 6-ounce tilapia fillets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;kosher salt and black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2 red bell peppers, thinly sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1 onion, thinly sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1/2 cup pitted green olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1/2 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2 tablespoons fresh lime juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="recipeDirections"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ol style="padding-left: 1.75em; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Heat 1 tablespoon of the oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Season the fish with 1⁄4 teaspoon each salt and pepper and cook until opaque throughout, 4 to 5 minutes per side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Meanwhile, heat the remaining tablespoon of oil in a second large skillet over medium-high heat. Cook the peppers and onion, stirring often, until tender, 8 to 10 minutes. Stir in the olives, parsley, lime juice, and 1⁄4 teaspoon each salt and pepper. Serve with the fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-13830490793208928?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/13830490793208928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=13830490793208928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/13830490793208928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/13830490793208928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1244296066962303639</id><published>2009-09-07T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:50:38.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i do NOT live that far away, people</title><content type='html'>Just saying, please don't use the excuse that I "live too far away" to exclude me from any goings ons in the singles ward.  I drive to Church every week and usually something Friday and/or Saturday and you don't hear me complaining that I live too far away.  I will drive if I want to go to something. But don't say we don't hang out or are better friends because I live too far away. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muchas Gracias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1244296066962303639?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1244296066962303639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1244296066962303639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1244296066962303639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1244296066962303639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-not-live-that-far-away-people.html' title='i do NOT live that far away, people'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8678753131884434424</id><published>2009-08-29T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:03:57.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>victor</title><content type='html'>Victor passed away this morning. I am glad that I could help bring him the Gospel and I hope he will be an angel watching over me throughout my life. Love you, Victor!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIctor murió hoy a las 04 AM, en su casa, èl se acordó de ti, el domingo pasado, y dijo que te dijiera, que fue al templo, y oró por sus amigas. El estaba muy enfermo.. pero ahora, estará feliz porque sus amigas le enseñaron el evangelio.. y gracias a tu obediencia, él se pudo bautizar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz&lt;/span&gt;&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/1392462124036688863-8678753131884434424?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8678753131884434424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8678753131884434424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8678753131884434424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8678753131884434424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/victor.html' title='victor'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-263035514631107191</id><published>2009-08-29T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:28:32.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>veteran teacher</title><content type='html'>whoa. I feel like a veteran teacher. I have things under control!  I know what I'm doing!  It's fabulous. There are a few new teachers in the science department- so I'm not the youngest (I haven't been the newest for awhile) anymore! The new teachers are fabulous and fun- I like them a lot!  I feel like it's going to be a great year!!!!!!  We switched from block to 7-period days which is an adjustment for all. The day just goes by so fast and you don't have much prep time but that's okay.  I really have an awesome science department! Our dept head is wonderful, the 'older' teachers are so nice, and I am so grateful for Matt... it's just good. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-263035514631107191?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/263035514631107191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=263035514631107191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/263035514631107191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/263035514631107191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/veteran-teacher.html' title='veteran teacher'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5359486320788898129</id><published>2009-08-26T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:29:45.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>toning up!</title><content type='html'>yay! I'm finally seeing results from my 7-8 weeks of personal training!  Now that I can eat decent food (which was hard in LA with all the eating out) I am losing weight and toning up!  I have biceps I can see!  :)  So I'm just going to keep this healthy lifestyle up (that's all it is) and go back to my skinny self and be all buff!   :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I do-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days/wk with personal trainer + cardio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days/wk without PT weights and/or cardio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 hrs of sleep (doctor says that helps lose weight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to eat real foods, no preservatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually eating breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little-to-no carbs at dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More water (although I still drink diet coke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see- just plain healthy. LOVE it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5359486320788898129?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5359486320788898129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5359486320788898129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5359486320788898129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5359486320788898129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/toning-up.html' title='toning up!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2513917063447688220</id><published>2009-08-17T16:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:21:52.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's not my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SonJbsYW79I/AAAAAAAAAaw/maBepgS_gXE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SonJbsYW79I/AAAAAAAAAaw/maBepgS_gXE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371045508223004626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Thank you to the Ting Tings for my theme song as I return to Texas.  Apparently when I say "Jenn" here people think I say "Jan", "Jane"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:11px;"&gt; "Janet".  That happened TWICE today. Really, Texans? Is my "washington" accent so off that you can't understand that my name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:11px;"&gt;Jenn?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande', fantasy;"&gt;So weird.   THAT'S NOT MY NAME.  Now don't get me started on DanielS.  Even Jack Daniel's is Daniel-apostrophe-S.  Jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Poor Ting Ting girl gets called "her", "Stacey", "Jane", "Mary", "Jolisa"  Those aren't even close to whatever her name is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1392462124036688863-2513917063447688220?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2513917063447688220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2513917063447688220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2513917063447688220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2513917063447688220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-not-my-name.html' title='that&apos;s not my name'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SonJbsYW79I/AAAAAAAAAaw/maBepgS_gXE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1254865722107353276</id><published>2009-08-11T22:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:22:41.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>america's got farts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SoI0lbR-miI/AAAAAAAAAao/aLWgO8bTEDM/s1600-h/americas-got-talent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SoI0lbR-miI/AAAAAAAAAao/aLWgO8bTEDM/s320/americas-got-talent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911523362019874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SoIzamjKUII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/S7x7ZCamyrY/s1600-h/images.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;okay, so embarrassing moment with my physical trainer at the gym today. He was making me do crunches. I had a sweat band around my waist, which is rubbery, so when I would sit up it would move slightly and make a farting noise.  I tried adjusting mid-crunch and hoped that he didn't think I was farting (heaven forbid!).  Then he realized I did have a sweat band that was making the farting noises...he thought it was pretty funny. He said it'd be impressive if I could really do that- fart continuously.  He said I could go on America's Got Talent. "Jennifer Daniel...is this real? Yup, she can fart continually! Let's see this!" says the announcer. Oh gosh.  He went off for a minute or so while I tried to finish my crunches. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he burped. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1254865722107353276?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1254865722107353276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1254865722107353276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1254865722107353276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1254865722107353276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/americas-got-farts.html' title='america&apos;s got farts?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SoI0lbR-miI/AAAAAAAAAao/aLWgO8bTEDM/s72-c/americas-got-talent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5913104976121222385</id><published>2009-08-06T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:17:21.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><title type='text'>ode to victor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got word that my favorite convert from Chile, Victor, is dying of lung cancer. He was so amazing and will forever be a key part of my life. Let me tell you about him.&lt;div&gt;Lindsey Lansing and I were companions in Santiago. I only had a few months in the mission and she only had a few to go.  But I was new to the area.  Lansing had taught English on Saturdays to a lot of non-members and Victor used to attend.  One day we were at a little tienda (shop) and talked to someone who happened to know Victor.  He hadn't been to English class in a while and this lady told us he was sick and gave us (so conveniently) his address.  So, we went to visit!  He was just delighted to have us visit and to know someone cared. Victor was 66 (I think) when we met him and he lived alone. He had a bad habit of smoking- but was one of the most determined to stop.  He said he could've bought a house with as much money he's spent on cigarettes over the years!  We would teach him about the Book of Mormon and the Gospel and would take him to church.  We would eat cookies and drink Ecco (coffee that's not coffee).  We would even speak in English (he spoke really well!).  It was grand.  He got bapti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zed and I just remember being so happy that day. So happy.  I love Victor!  He gave up a lot to join the Church and his determination got him far, always did.  He was in the EQ presidency not long after I left the mission and was always the best with investigators!  Oh, Victor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SoI0KcV1cCI/AAAAAAAAAag/jYhWtUjVqZc/s320/n1266960102_30003582_6705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911059790164002" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry he has lung cancer.  I have faith Heavenly Father knows what he's doing, but I just can't help but get teary eyed.  I can't lose my Victor!  Hang in there, my dear friend. I love you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5913104976121222385?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5913104976121222385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5913104976121222385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5913104976121222385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5913104976121222385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-victor.html' title='ode to victor'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SoI0KcV1cCI/AAAAAAAAAag/jYhWtUjVqZc/s72-c/n1266960102_30003582_6705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8778661182852656565</id><published>2009-07-30T21:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:04:07.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude and adventures</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been an adventure here in LA with the clan of ten kids.  Let me focus on the positives.  For one, how many people can say they got to work for NASA for a summer in LA?  Pretty snazzy.  And financially, it pays better than my teaching job. Can't go wrong there.  On top of that, I get to temporarily live in LA and not pay for rent or food or gas or parking. That adds up, my friends. I get to see cool things and tour around (also paid for).  I also get to know some awesome kids who have bright futures and are just plain great. A lot of them are just a blast.  Impressive bunch. Even if I am with them 24/7 minus the few hours they're at work!  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I've been lonely here in LA- not being around anyone my age is tough- but I have learned a lot about myself.  I am working on my biggest flaw- being too hard on myself.  How do I fix that?  Well being alone with your thoughts makes you fix that or you'll go crazy!  That and going to the temple. And going to the gym. I got a personal trainer contract (which will still be good in Texas) and so I'm getting all buff. ;)  It's a confidence booster. I may come off confident, but I sure don't feel it some days. But that's changing. I feel more confident and at peace with myself.  So a little bit of physical confidence along with spiritual confidence (yup, Heavenly Father keeps telling me to be patient!) I think I can conquer the world. Or close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can do hard things (reference from my mission president).  I am scared to start school next month but every day I'm less scared. I know more than I did a couple years ago. I CAN handle high schoolers.  I'm learning to not take things personally. I'm a sweet gal and if they don't like me that's their problem (still trying to convince myself of that...).  I can't make everyone happy (a lesson learned this summer when trying to please ten kids at once).  But I can make me happy.  I control that.  It's not what city I'm in, if I'm dating anyone, what job I have... it's all about my perspective on those things that really makes me happy.  That's what matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be grateful to be home in Houston with my friends and start a new school year. It's going to be a good year- in many ways. And I'll keep learning from the experiences put in my path. I know I was here to be in LA with these great kids for a reason. I've learned lots from them and hope they have learned something from Maegan and me, too.  It hasn't been easy but I think it's been worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My adventures aren't over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8778661182852656565?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8778661182852656565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8778661182852656565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8778661182852656565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8778661182852656565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/gratitude-and-adventures.html' title='gratitude and adventures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-571435700732504250</id><published>2009-07-20T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:42:19.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when the going gets tough...</title><content type='html'>...I don't blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just trying to make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will write more when I can think of happier things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-571435700732504250?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/571435700732504250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=571435700732504250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/571435700732504250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/571435700732504250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='when the going gets tough...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6353920737506604602</id><published>2009-07-06T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:56:37.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SlKOynDbOTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/eA_aPnEBHwY/s1600-h/walkingLA_9f0b044d-683c-4962-b827-c1651b4537af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SlKOynDbOTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/eA_aPnEBHwY/s400/walkingLA_9f0b044d-683c-4962-b827-c1651b4537af.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355499907024894258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book and bought it because it'll help me stay busy here in LA!  Some days are way busier than others (like Thursday we have a 3.5 hour drive to the middle-of-nowhere to see giant satellite receivers for deep space in Goldstone and next Tuesday freshman come up for a tour of JPL).  BUT nonetheless I'm excited to give some of these routes a try. Now, where to start!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other goals of mine- going to the LA Temple (I think Wednesday I'll go!) and also getting my butt into shape with a trainer at the gym.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6353920737506604602?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6353920737506604602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6353920737506604602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6353920737506604602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6353920737506604602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-la.html' title='Walking LA'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SlKOynDbOTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/eA_aPnEBHwY/s72-c/walkingLA_9f0b044d-683c-4962-b827-c1651b4537af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-9158561807824272044</id><published>2009-07-05T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:33:04.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a rare friend</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about a dear dear friend of mine. We were in the same MTC district together and the same mission.  We became extremely good friends in the MTC and that still continues today. I've been home over three years, so it's almost five that we've known each other. Right now he's in the middle east studying abroad. So cool!  We have a spiritual friendship that is hard to describe.  He was one of the biggest supports I had on the mission. And he claims I was one of his, too. I feel like he is a rare friend because he truly sees me how Heavenly Father would see me.  I know he knows my weaknesses and my strengths (missions do that to ya!) yet he thinks I'm amazing.  He always knows exactly what to say. He believes in me more than I believe in myself most times.  And he knows that, too.  He sees my testimony more than I see it some days. He sees the good I do with my job and opportunities even though I think they're not that great of accomplishments.  He's proud of me.  That's sweet when a friend tells you that.  He also reminded me that if a guy doesn't see me like he sees me then he's missing out.  Talking to him this week shifted my focus a little in terms of what I truly need in a relationship. I need to feel special!  This friend makes me feel that way. Encourages, loves, supports, edifies, builds upon, etc, and it's okay for me to do that back to him!  I need to find a guy like that.  (and you may ask why I don't date said friend...well...it's more complicated than you think. But I've asked the same questions myself more than a few times!).  Anyways, I'm so grateful for this friend and his never-ending love and friendship! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-9158561807824272044?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9158561807824272044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=9158561807824272044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9158561807824272044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9158561807824272044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/rare-friend.html' title='a rare friend'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6985078599778581813</id><published>2009-07-05T13:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:32:15.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maeganisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SlD3kEc7mlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/objXw_bJ_Cs/s1600-h/CIMG4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SlD3kEc7mlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/objXw_bJ_Cs/s320/CIMG4268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355052155985959506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a mini dictionary that I feel the need to create because Maegan says the darnedest things sometimes!  Being from a small town, she says some crazy things sometimes that catch us saying "what?"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dom&lt;/span&gt; (v): dominate.  "Our restaurant will dom your restaurant!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dingleberry&lt;/span&gt; (n):  lint stuck on your clothes. "These washing machines make dingleberries on my shirt! Look!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;welp&lt;/span&gt; (n): a bruise or marking from something hitting you hard. Commonly known as a welt. "Have you ever thrown pie dough? Man, those things give you welps!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gondola&lt;/span&gt; (n) [goon-dah-la]: boats in Italy or sky rides. Commonly known as gondolas.  "I loved the gondola ride! Or whatever that was!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cat of nine tails&lt;/span&gt; (n): medieval weaponry. Used to signify something that surprises you in a bad way.  "Just get us with a cat of nine tails, would ya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gotcheyed&lt;/span&gt; (a) [gotch- eyed]:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;crooked, messed up. "That satellite is all gotcheyed!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whipjacked &lt;/span&gt;(a): crooked, messed up. "They don't say gotcheyed much any more. Whipjacked is more common."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pirate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jackal&lt;/span&gt; (n): a selfish, conniving person who makes life rough for someone else.  "Them pirate jackals are coming!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bobbed wire &lt;/span&gt;(n): wire with spikes on it. Commonly known as barbed wire.  "Good steak places have bobbed wire over the doors. That's how you know they're good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream man &lt;/span&gt;(n): someone who will snatch up little kids and "chop them to pieces."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;whistley-boogers &lt;/b&gt;(n): hard boogers in your nose that make whistle sounds sometimes. "I couldn't sleep last night because of them whistley-boogers!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;skunk-eyes&lt;/b&gt; (n):  this is the look someone gives you when you said something wrong. "I said ice cream and she gave me skunk-eyes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come. Love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1392462124036688863-6985078599778581813?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6985078599778581813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6985078599778581813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6985078599778581813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6985078599778581813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/maeganisms.html' title='Maeganisms'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SlD3kEc7mlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/objXw_bJ_Cs/s72-c/CIMG4268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5306373024411782515</id><published>2009-07-03T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:16:08.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the LA update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5JqUfWZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/QXHB3iHhUkw/s1600-h/CIMG4266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5JqUfWZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/QXHB3iHhUkw/s320/CIMG4266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297998393632594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't written in almost a month! That's so not like me!  I think I haven't just because I'm just now feeling comfortable in LA and the things I'm doing here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maegan is the Student Advisor. She's 20 and is a junior at Oklahoma State University.  Either her or I have to be with the kids when they're not at JPL (the NASA center).  She's a riot. From Stillwater, Oklahoma- we teach her a lot of things about city-living and she teaches us funny things from a small town view!  It's rather hilarious to be around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5I6_cnoII/AAAAAAAAAYo/TGCg0xIiwsg/s1600-h/CIMG4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5I6_cnoII/AAAAAAAAAYo/TGCg0xIiwsg/s320/CIMG4238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297185291182210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maegan and me at the Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5I6djSXhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/tuvrBGDQhMI/s1600-h/CIMG4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5I6djSXhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/tuvrBGDQhMI/s320/CIMG4049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297176192343570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our crazy kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 10 kids are all 16 or 17 years old. They will be seniors in the fall. They get paid decent money to intern at JPL.  (Maegan and I get paid decently, too!) We all get activities paid for and room, board, travel, and perdiem.  It's sorta fun!  The kids are great bunch. 6 boys and 4 girls. Everyone gets along really well and seems to be enjoying it.  We're all on the same floor in the dorm and have a lounge to hang out in if we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the kids have completed 2 out of their 8 weeks here.  Here's an example of my schedule:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:40 wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 take the kids to breakfast on campus (we're staying at Occidental College in northeast LA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30 leave for JPL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:45 drop kids off at work!  yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[now it's my free time. I usually go to the gym then run errands like get the van's oil changed. I like to go shopping or walk around the area. I have a library card here!  I like naps, too. I've gone to JPL a couple times for cool tours or speakers.   I'm not quite sure where all my time goes, but I feel busy yet lazy (minus the gym!). Maegan's usually studying so it's rare if she does anything with me. I need to add to my free time list!!!!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:40 Maegan leaves to get kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:00 kids are off work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 kids are back from dinner on campus (I usually eat a big lunch so I don't eat dinner. Plus it's not the best...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 activity!  Mondays are surveys/abstracts, Tuesdays are a hands on engineering activity, Wednesday are fun things like bowling/laser tag, Thursdays are work-on-projects time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 wind down time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:00 "curfew"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rinse and repeat. Except Friday night we do fun things like go to movies and Saturdays are usually planned ahead for us to go to museums or six flags.  And Sundays we just go out to eat and do laundry here at the dorms. Our kids get every other Friday off, too!  Lucky ducks.  They had a four day weekend for the fourth of July. All but two went home for the weekend.  The two who stayed get to hang out with us all weekend!  It's been fun so far! :)  I mean, we do have Disneyland tomorrow! (but CA kids don't think it's that great because they go too much. Oh poor babies).  But the Zoo and USS Midway were definitely a treat for us all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5JgWxgfYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/A80wyDJWEK8/s1600-h/CIMG4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5JgWxgfYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/A80wyDJWEK8/s320/CIMG4201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297827207970178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5I7vXwF7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Qbo4B3YcTQw/s1600-h/CIMG4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5I7vXwF7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Qbo4B3YcTQw/s320/CIMG4186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297198155667378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like it here--for the summer--but couldn't see myself raising a family here. Traffic (which thankfully we only have on weekends where we're at!), crazy people, sketchy areas of town, no super target!  How do people not have a Super Target or Super Walmart? Those places rock- can't beat all-in-one shopping. And 9.25% tax! Yikes.  Everything is more expensive here.  And the road system here makes no sense.  We named our GPS "Jill" and she's helpful but sometimes frustrating, too!  :)  What happened to grid streets?  The city is just overwhelming sometimes.  And being in a big ol' van doesn't help!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mainly I just miss being around people my own age. I'm either with Maegan (20) or a bunch of 17 year olds. Yes, they're great and I adore them, but I miss my friends in Houston.  I did go to Church last week but didn't really get to know anyone. And you saw my schedule, I can only hang out during the day!  Don't hesitate to text or call me---I need the friend interaction!  It can get kind of boring here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5306373024411782515?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5306373024411782515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5306373024411782515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5306373024411782515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5306373024411782515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-update.html' title='the LA update'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sk5JqUfWZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/QXHB3iHhUkw/s72-c/CIMG4266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-9151932086475910879</id><published>2009-06-09T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:18:26.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from Linda</title><content type='html'>I got to do the training this week for the summer NASA Experience and met some great people. I met my student advisor, Maegan (who is a hoot and a holler!) and also a couple other chaperones and their advisors.  Linda, who will be chaperoning at the Glenn Research Center in Ohio, was one I got to spend a lot of time with and learned a lot of things. She is a beautiful person, inside and out.  I want to share some of the wisdom I got from her.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Have self control whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n eating. &lt;/span&gt;She had gall-bladder surgery and can only eat certain things. She was so good and responsible!  Gosh, I would've wanted to eat, eat, eat. Oh wait, I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Be money-wise.&lt;/span&gt;  Her husband, the main bread-winner, lost his job due to the economy. She is just so positive it's infectious. Her husband even sold her motorcycle when she was at training! She's made a lot of sacrifices but does so willingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Laugh lots.&lt;/span&gt; She laughs a lot. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Wear Protective Gear. &lt;/span&gt; Like a helmet and full leather (even in Arizona) while biking. She was always safe riding her motorcycle. Noted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;. She has some obnoxious people in her extended family yet no matter how much she gets treated poorly or anything she just loves them. Love them like Jesus would, she said. She focuses on the good things and just praises that.  That takes a lot of charity!  She told me stories, and goodness, it would be hard to be so charitable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Be bold in love.&lt;/span&gt;   She was the first one to tell her husband (a shy guy) that she liked him.  He ignored her for a few days...then she asked him what was up and he said "oh, I thought we were dating."   She had to teach him a thing or two but wasn't afraid to be bold. No games there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tip the hotel maid.&lt;/span&gt; I never thought to do this, but case in point- she left $2/day and got shampoos and stuff everyday.  I did not and never got one more thing (for 4 days!) and didn't even get garbage taken out.   Yup. A little kindness goes a long ways.  Besides, they only get min. wage.  I always put the 'don't wash my sheets' thing out (which would save a little work, right?). But I will tip now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Always be positive. &lt;/span&gt; I can't remember one negative thing she said. Even when things sucked, she was still really positive.  And she never had anything bad to say about anyone.  I want to be like that!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-It's okay to be assertive.&lt;/span&gt;  She's not afraid to stand up for herself in a professional manner (at the right time, and appropriately done) and ask for positive criticism along with the negative she always got (from a different job). She made an agreement for things to change or she'd change jobs.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Have faith in people.&lt;/span&gt;  She's sticking with the job having faith that that person will change as she said she would.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Recognize blessings. &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so working for NASA is a big deal but I think I often forget that.  But it is!  She's so excited, as we should be.   I don't know why I'm not more grateful for this awesome opportunity along with the great pay.  I mean, I am, but compared to Linda I'm not!    I was hired in early April and the other two chaperones with me weren't hired until May or last Friday (they had a chaperone cancelled due to a family emergency Friday!!).  And I'm much much younger than them.  I should be very grateful because I don't have the same teaching experience or wisdom as they do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that was some wisdom from the lovely Linda in the four days we spent together.  Thanks, Linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-9151932086475910879?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9151932086475910879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=9151932086475910879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9151932086475910879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9151932086475910879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-from-linda.html' title='Learning from Linda'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1728172418544043993</id><published>2009-06-06T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:52:46.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><title type='text'>Precision Driving Ace</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SisqSLTIrPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vkNgn2lCO0w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SisqSLTIrPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vkNgn2lCO0w/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344411874564287730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Driving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Maneuvers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);  line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shuffle steering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forward serpentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Off-road recovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turn-around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Backing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Controlled braking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Evasive steering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Skid Control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bc13159841109a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bc13159841109a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073016%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6327A53F43BBF922CB9B8CEA17FB8149A17D713C.80AB4D0E59598DA069049AFC0DF0D6A5F9018863%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bc13159841109a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK4mVCTMX2nNmpbsJLttsfHUjyD8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bc13159841109a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073016%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6327A53F43BBF922CB9B8CEA17FB8149A17D713C.80AB4D0E59598DA069049AFC0DF0D6A5F9018863%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bc13159841109a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK4mVCTMX2nNmpbsJLttsfHUjyD8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rode in that skid car! And learned a lot as I drove the 12-passenger van on their courses. My dad would be proud!   I did knock over a few cones throughout the afternoon but that's to be expected.   Maegan (my student advisor for LA) and I had a lot of fun bonding over these intense situations.  Sigh. We made it!  And now we're better drivers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1728172418544043993?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1bc13159841109a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1728172418544043993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1728172418544043993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1728172418544043993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1728172418544043993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/driving-maneuvers-shuffle-steering.html' title='Precision Driving Ace'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SisqSLTIrPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/vkNgn2lCO0w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6934686948727869171</id><published>2009-06-05T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:19:01.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>t-r-a-i-n-i-n-g</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I feel important.  Teaching you don't get to travel on the company!  This is fun!  Just took a flight that I didn't pay a cent for, oh yeah, parking at airport taken care of, rental car will be reimbursed, have a hotel room waiting for me, etc.  Fab life I gotta say.  Simply fabulous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Training overview (because I know you care)-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday- All day driving classes. I have to drive a 12 person van. Yikes. I can't even back out of Lucki and Stephen's long skinny driveway in my own car. It's 8 hours long. What can they teach us for 8 hours????  Maybe I do need that long! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sunday/Monday- All day training at OkState University.  Everything from expense reports, duties, activities we'll be doing, web conferencing, and more. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Monday night- First Aid training. (I'm sorta excited about that!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tuesday- Fly out around noon. Back around 3. Wanna hang out?  I'm free free free until the 18th (at least I think that's when I fly out!). I want to go to Galveston one day.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6934686948727869171?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6934686948727869171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6934686948727869171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6934686948727869171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6934686948727869171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-r-i-n-i-n-g.html' title='t-r-a-i-n-i-n-g'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4754595416268035512</id><published>2009-06-05T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:19:31.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flights'/><title type='text'>Flight Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sisjmyr7LmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eiQjY_iBURY/s1600-h/ee05f285-f5e4-4541-88e4-f72813dfe46e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SisjVtmiaTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uJM4-Fswz4w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SisjVtmiaTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uJM4-Fswz4w/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404238730684722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Flights are always fun, don't ya think?  I wasn't in a mood to talk to people, but that didn't last for long.  Well, in the terminal this guy was spitting/chewing tobacco into a cup so I did not want to talk to him!!!  On the flight to Dallas, I sat in between this cute little six year old, Reese, who was by herself going to Kansas City.  Friendly little black girl who colored a Clone Wars coloring book.  I got a cool sticker of what looked like Jaba the Hut's baby in a bag. (so ugly it was cute.)  And probably got funny looks transferring flights with that sticker on me. haha. I wore it proudly.  My other new friend was Andy. He was on his way to Dallas to help his girlfriend move to Houston---they were going to drive back tonight! Crazy.  He works for Shell (finance) and lives in Midtown.  Same age as me.  Cool cool.   My transfer flight I sat by a couple. The lady was doing puzzles like Suduko and Minesweeper (mindsweeper?).  We were trying to help each other but realized we both suck at them. haha. I can do Suduko but I'm not fast.  Min_sweeper just made me mad. I confess; I kept looking at the answer key for help!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Sisjmyr7LmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eiQjY_iBURY/s320/ee05f285-f5e4-4541-88e4-f72813dfe46e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404532153232994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now I'm waiting for one of the other chaperones to get in. I got the rental car but need her!  I don't know her, but we have an hour long drive to get to know each other!  Oh, I also ran into a Chem 105 student Bryce Jasjdifaeoasdf (really long last name like Jaggermiester? Wait, isn't that alcohol?).  He wasn't mine but would come to my TA reviews. I loved TAing!!!  He just got home from his mission here in Tulsa, OK. Well, got home a couple weeks ago and now is coming back with his folks.  I thought I saw a BYU shirt when I got on the plane...(I never wear BYU apparel though but it is helpful to spot mormons...).  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well those were my adventures with new people on the plane!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4754595416268035512?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4754595416268035512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4754595416268035512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4754595416268035512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4754595416268035512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/flight-friends.html' title='Flight Friends'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SisjVtmiaTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uJM4-Fswz4w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3155611027920815572</id><published>2009-06-01T22:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:34:10.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fortune cookie</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in fortune cookies? Well this was one I got today---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The mood is right for a friendly chat to lead to romance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX9NHNeryI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PyF4PWkdHIM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342954934660673314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;if only it were that easy....&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/1392462124036688863-3155611027920815572?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3155611027920815572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3155611027920815572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3155611027920815572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3155611027920815572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/fortune-cookie.html' title='fortune cookie'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX9NHNeryI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PyF4PWkdHIM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-69328500705768984</id><published>2009-06-01T22:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:47:17.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA'/><title type='text'>summer residence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiYADWyoVLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iObDuijc7ts/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98lR0QcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1TdXmd1d1rQ/s1600-h/gallery_rangeview4_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98FDAeBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E_pu6wLqN9c/s1600-h/reshall_rangeview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98FDAeBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E_pu6wLqN9c/s320/reshall_rangeview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342955741533730834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98UvkIOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TAuLi-uYseg/s1600-h/gallery_rangeview3_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98UvkIOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/TAuLi-uYseg/s320/gallery_rangeview3_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342955745747149026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98ZOEMtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VCHGlQl_zUY/s1600-h/gallery_rangeview2_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98ZOEMtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VCHGlQl_zUY/s320/gallery_rangeview2_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342955746948821714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98KTv8wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oEoz_2n6AMY/s1600-h/gallery_rangeview1_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98KTv8wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oEoz_2n6AMY/s320/gallery_rangeview1_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342955742946128642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98lR0QcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1TdXmd1d1rQ/s320/gallery_rangeview4_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342955750185779650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;so I finally found out where I will be staying for the summer in California! It's at Occidental College which is NE Los Angeles near Hwy 134 (or something. I googled it today). I'm only about 15 minutes from JPL and found my gym on the way!  :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a nice new dormitory with only single rooms with attached bathrooms! Sweet.  Wanna come visit? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's nice to see it all coming together...even if I don't know much!  (they won't tell me if I can go to church yet or not!!!).  More to come...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;point A is JPL and point B is the dorm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiYADWyoVLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iObDuijc7ts/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342958065579218098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1392462124036688863-69328500705768984?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/69328500705768984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=69328500705768984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/69328500705768984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/69328500705768984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-residence.html' title='summer residence'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiX98FDAeBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/E_pu6wLqN9c/s72-c/reshall_rangeview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6898823721409960307</id><published>2009-05-30T17:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:38:03.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiGzOfAQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3YeuHjIlzvE/s1600-h/CIMG3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiGzOfAQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3YeuHjIlzvE/s320/CIMG3901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341747694460264978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a perm! It's super cute- not too curly. Gives me a little sass. ;)  Plus it's fun. My hair was so boring. All it ever did was be straight!  It's nice to have a change. Tammy (my best friend/mission companion) did my hair. Love it. Love her.  I hung out with her and her hubby (and her in-laws) memorial day weekend. Good times. We saw Night at the Museum and Star Trek, did hair, and had time with their family. They just got their offer accepted on a house! How exciting!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone watch the Bachelorette?  Well, Jake (the stud!) goes to Tammy's salon every three weeks!  They think he's wonderful!  And it looks like he has Jillian's attention...we shall see!  He's been back to the salon since but signed a 5 million dollar contract NOT to say anything!  Dang!  I'm only watching because of him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is almost out. Thank goodness!  I need it to be over. I love my kids but this last semester has been a doozy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I said lately that I love my friends? Well, they rock. I am very blessed. You know who you are!!!!    And dating...well...I'm not at liberty to comment.  ;)   No complaints from this girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6898823721409960307?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6898823721409960307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6898823721409960307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6898823721409960307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6898823721409960307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/le-update.html' title='le update'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiGzOfAQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3YeuHjIlzvE/s72-c/CIMG3901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5711142194389566428</id><published>2009-05-30T10:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:08:57.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>yum Chocolate Pie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiFMvnBHxyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5PeA_BvY2eQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiFMvnBHxyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5PeA_BvY2eQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341635013849368354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to make alfredo sauce but forgot how much I needed when I went to the store. I bought over double what I needed, and that's just tacky to return heavy cream, right?  And a nuisance. Anyways, so I googled recipes for cream and found a great one! It tastes like chocolate covered strawberries!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.5 cups cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 1/4 cups chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;graham cracker crust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;font-size:13.0pt;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Heat the cream to boiling, remove from heat. Add in chocolate until fully mixed. Pour it into the shell. Chill at least 3 hours. Served as slices with some whipped cream and fresh strawberries, it is decadence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5711142194389566428?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5711142194389566428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5711142194389566428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5711142194389566428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5711142194389566428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/yum-chocolate-pie.html' title='yum Chocolate Pie!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SiFMvnBHxyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5PeA_BvY2eQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6245658753803955596</id><published>2009-05-18T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:53:09.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>anything could happen</title><content type='html'>I just feel like Heavenly Father has some awesome things in store for me soon. I mean, He always does, but it just feels different.  I am at a point in my life where I am learning and growing in all sorts of ways.  I know California this summer will be one amazing experience for me.  And I hope school next year will be, too (it's been a little rocky at times this year).   Maybe this is the year I'll get married. Maybe not. But it'll be great no matter what!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also feel like I am ready for awesome things because I really feel completely and genuinely happy!  When's the last time I could say I was truly happy with myself?  I am very proud of who I'm becoming and feel more self-confidence now than I ever have.  I know I'm not perfect but am trying to let that go.  I don't struggle much with my insomnia anymore and am not on any medications.  Life is good. The world is at my fingertips. I'll be here in Houston for 1 more year. Then we'll see where I'm meant to be next.   I don't know what's in store...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything could happen!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShHYaXEiLMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OFqYmJCXDHk/s320/CIMG3736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337284980791979202" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6245658753803955596?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6245658753803955596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6245658753803955596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6245658753803955596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6245658753803955596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/anything-could-happen.html' title='anything could happen'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShHYaXEiLMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OFqYmJCXDHk/s72-c/CIMG3736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3030452530003702111</id><published>2009-05-18T15:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:53:36.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShHJUupIArI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XzJPfaqNhAU/s1600-h/CIMG3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShHJUupIArI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XzJPfaqNhAU/s320/CIMG3750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337268391365837490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually looked closer to my age than those of the prom-goers this year!  Maybe it was the hot red dress. ;)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so fun to see all of my students all gussied up (girls) and handsome (boys). Some even surprised me how gorgeous they can be!!!!!!!  (those tshirt and baggy pants girls can surprise ya). Jordan and I monitored the dance floor until about 11 (we had the early shift!). The Book of Mormon between you rule doesn't really work with high schoolers. We just had to make sure they didn't take off clothes (uh, yeah!!!!!!!).  Jordan was a great sport. :)  We had a blast student-watching and dancing. There are some characters out there! And you can totally tell the different cliques.  I didn't see a number of my students, not sure why (well, it is a senior class of 1000). And some pretended to ignored me. Others took a second to recognize me (hair, no glasses...I guess).   good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Prom.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1392462124036688863-3030452530003702111?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3030452530003702111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3030452530003702111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3030452530003702111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3030452530003702111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShHJUupIArI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XzJPfaqNhAU/s72-c/CIMG3750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8357519468632682368</id><published>2009-05-11T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:52:44.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ode to Regina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   Pick your artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 1. Are you a male or female? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  2. Describe yourself:  Aching to Pupate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  3. How do you feel about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend:  Carbon Monoxide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not really...but it was funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  5. Describe your current boy/girl situation:  Flyin’  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  6. Describe your current location:  Uh-merica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  7. Describe where you want to be:  Another Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  8. Your best friend is: On the Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  9. Your favorite color is:  Whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  10. You know that:  Reading Time with Pickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  11. What’s the weather like?  Summer in the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  12. If your life was a television show what would it be called?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  13. What is life to you?  Consequence of Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  14. What is the best advice you have to give?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bon Idée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. If you could change your name, what would it be?  Marry Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8357519468632682368?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8357519468632682368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8357519468632682368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8357519468632682368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8357519468632682368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-regina.html' title='Ode to Regina'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7049976936348147793</id><published>2009-05-09T21:13:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:41:03.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='led zeppelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ms. Daniel is not square (according to my students now that I enjoy Led Zeppelin...lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY-DYhvBFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lrOG_aVO4pA/s1600-h/CIMG3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY-DYhvBFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lrOG_aVO4pA/s320/CIMG3602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019036511405138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I got dolled up to see a Led Zeppelin cover band (Zoso) at the House of Blues.  Now I have to admit a week ago I was not a fan, but I have repented of my LZ ignorance and even bought a cd on iTunes and have become a fan.  Heck, I'm even listening to it now as I write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I met Spencer downtown (even found a spot RIGHT next to his car. crazy I know). We went to dinner at the House of Blues (best ribs ever!) and then we were ready to Rock and Roll (which is a LZ song, pun intended).  The opening band was lame- but it was really funny when he threw his bass down at the end!  No, he didn't break it. He just threw it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; angrily.  Weird.  Then we had to wait awhile for Zoso to come on, but it was so worth it!  I loved seeing how excited Spencer was!  He was quite impressed with them (this is not his first LZ cover band experience).  The lead guitar guy rocked like no other, and the drummer was pretty dang impressive.  The singer was alright but I thought he was so fun to watch!  Robert Plant must've been a character if he looked, moved, and dressed like that. Guess that goes for all of them!  But guess that's their rite for being the greatest rock band of all time.  I did recognize a number of songs and had fun rockin' out.  I should &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;have worn heels (dang it for trying to look cute!) and am suffering from hearing loss today.  :)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The band played until past 12:30!  Hard core. Spencer turned 30 at midnight during concert.   We made sure we knew when it was midnight to wish him a proper happy 30th birthday!  After the concert we walked back to our cars (I hobbled without shoes on) and I had his bday surprise waiting for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY-O2KdIZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ikdKW3WIFfI/s400/CIMG3552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019233445388690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found out from Jeff that he loves German Chocolate Cake...so I made him a really pretty and yummy cake with a big 3-0 on it (and stairs on the side for a tribute to LZ).  I had a few cupcakes in which I put the band symbols on them so we could enjoy a cupcake and blow out a candle (sorta) that evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgZB1Dy2HsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6muofXrTwA4/s200/CIMG3610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334023188474371778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY-x6z3uLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2YPvsJ3m7KM/s320/CIMG3680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019835988261042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that I spent the night at Suzanne's.  She lives like 5 minutes from downtown. Totally jealous. We stayed up until 2ish...  Then in the morning we had Aubrey, Nadya (spelled it right!), and Lisa over for waffles!  Cute girls. Fun.  We went to the cemetery service project and avoided getting poison ivy. We must have loaded a dozen or more bags with leaves!  We somehow avoided this weird guy staring at us because we wouldn't eat there (what? exactly.) and then changed clothes to go to the Art Car Parade.  It was a blast! I got tons of great photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird Cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY_nX5XcnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/oyhbAkKhhsA/s200/CIMG3667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020754329006706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY_nAVMzSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CRNWdFFEap0/s200/CIMG3637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020748003298594" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY_mgA_0FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Hvq_N1OZME/s200/CIMG3661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020739328626770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reasons to love Houston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY_mZeJozI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5JYP7-iXfk4/s200/CIMG3621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020737571857202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From being sweaty and sunned-out, we all crashed at Suzanne's (Aubs on the floor, Suzanne in the armchair, and me on the couch) and fell asleep for an hour...then mustered up the energy to go to the bbq.  Tons of fun. Eating good bbq, playing ultimate water frisbee and hanging out with my awesome friends. Even went on a motorcycle ride (but got scared bad). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I made it home. Here I am.  Tired as tired can be.  Feet still sore, a bit sun burnt, and my feet still hurt!  But it was all worth it!  It was a fabulous weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgZDoeovHhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/nPHP6MNlGOw/s320/CIMG3603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334025171364683282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, funny things that I misunderstood today (from being deaf!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Suzanne- "We need machinery." (in reference to getting weeds up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Missionaries?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Suzanne and everyone was talking about Art Cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really thought they meant Art Carts (like craft carts with artsy things like jewelry? yeah. my bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Overheard a conversation that James Earl Jones was buried in the cemetery we were in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, Jim Willard Jones.  JEJ is alive anyways. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Aubrey saying she had bleach on her pants and asked me to see if I noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not hear bleach but noticed her pants moved funny. I think we're still confused on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Steven asked "how was the concert?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Who's Hunter?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my friends was my last 30 hours. good times. good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rock and roll. rock on.&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/1392462124036688863-7049976936348147793?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7049976936348147793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7049976936348147793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7049976936348147793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7049976936348147793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-and-roll.html' title='Rock and Roll'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SgY-DYhvBFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lrOG_aVO4pA/s72-c/CIMG3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7318342656433655917</id><published>2009-05-08T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:51:23.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catch me if you can!</title><content type='html'>Here's a glimpse at my non-stop life for the next few months! Lots of fun things and lots of travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Led Zeppelin cover band concert at the House of Blues, service project, birthday bbq, and maybe more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM!  it's fun to chaperone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 23rd- 25th  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road trip to Dallas to spend time with my BFF Tammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June 5th-10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillwater, Oklahoma for NASA Inspire training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June 18th- Aug 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasadena, California BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aug 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School training starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...catch me if you can...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7318342656433655917?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7318342656433655917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7318342656433655917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7318342656433655917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7318342656433655917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='catch me if you can!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2883109389428940580</id><published>2009-05-05T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:24:28.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>striving to be perfect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;My step-mom thinks I'm too much of a perfectionist.  Which she's true. But I know I need to work on it!  I hate being a young professional because I make mistakes- and I'm not used to that!  I've always been good at things and never do anything wrong. Now it's impossible to be a perfect teacher ever- let alone your first few years. But I still beat myself up over my mistakes!  I need to work on that. It's normal to not be perfect!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is from a talk from Elder Cecil O. Samuelson (2002, MTC and printed in the New Era- read it &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=024644f8f206c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=ca81092480e6c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table class="articleTable" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: inherit; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="26" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Doing Your Best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="27" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="28" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You desire to give things your best efforts and are satisfied when you do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="29" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You have a list of “shoulds” and “have to’s” and are dissatisfied even if you complete them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="30" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You know it’s okay if you make a mistake. You move on and see your mistake as an opportunity for growth or learning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="31" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mistakes bring feelings of self-hatred. You don’t want to do anything because you are afraid of failure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="32" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You want to do your personal best, and you try not to compare your achievements to those of others. You don’t need to be the best at all things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="33" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You feel tremendous pressure to earn others’ approval. You must be the best or “perfect” in your tasks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="34" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You can find joy in doing the things you love, and you can get things accomplished.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="35" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Your need to do things perfectly leads to procrastination until you have time to do it “perfectly,” and you feel driven by fear or duty instead of love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="36" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Trying to do your best and perfecting yourself “line upon line” with the Savior’s help is Christ-centered because you need the Atonement.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="216" valign="" rowspan="1" colspan="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 0.8em; "&gt;&lt;a name="37" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Perfectionism is self-centered. You measure yourself against your own standards and against others’ standards, not God’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1392462124036688863-2883109389428940580?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2883109389428940580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2883109389428940580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2883109389428940580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6643630551786306295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6643630551786306295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6643630551786306295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6643630551786306295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/mac-vs-plastic-bag.html' title='Mac vs. the Plastic Bag'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6320672118791839489</id><published>2009-05-01T19:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:25:04.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Mac Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuaRbx32QI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bsCSowbiSA0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuaRbx32QI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bsCSowbiSA0/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331024208228505858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New favorite Mac application- Wallet.  I can keep all of credit cards, serial numbers, bank info, web passwords and accounts all organized!  You can make your own categories (I added magazines, banks, doctors, etc).  AWESOME!  Plus it's password protected.  I love being that organized. Plus you can add cute little icons of your different things. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added serial numbers for all my stuff- macbook, camera, ipod, piano keyboard, etc.  Super organized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.acrylicapps.com/wallet/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1392462124036688863-6320672118791839489?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6320672118791839489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6320672118791839489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6320672118791839489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6320672118791839489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/mac-wallet.html' title='Mac Wallet'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuaRbx32QI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bsCSowbiSA0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-865213087903859341</id><published>2009-05-01T16:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:25:36.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Wedding Hair</title><content type='html'>So I am no pro at hair, especially since mine is short. So here's a style I saw a few weeks ago that I rather like!  It's simple and sweet.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuP-AlIvvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-ca0vLo3kFE/s200/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331012879393537778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Tammy's gonna do my hair no matter what so I'm not too worried. She'll make me bea-ut-i-ful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuP9wp1w7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/c1G_PxBadew/s200/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331012875118298034" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuP96jqahI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-KLKJlgMw-4/s200/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331012877776742930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I picked photos from Scrubs- the Janitor and Lady's wedding.  lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1392462124036688863-865213087903859341?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/865213087903859341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=865213087903859341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/865213087903859341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/865213087903859341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-hair.html' title='Wedding Hair'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SfuP-AlIvvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-ca0vLo3kFE/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2216954399087135822</id><published>2009-04-27T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:25:50.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAKS'/><title type='text'>TAKS testing time!</title><content type='html'>This week is the end-all-be-all for high schoolers.  Well, juniors anyways.  The seniors hopefully passed last year and actually get to sleep in and come to school around 11:30 for 4 days. Nice.  The rest of the school- and teachers- get to be in testing mode and get totally burnt out for those 4 days.  We start by getting our materials at 6:45 then set up for the kids (I have 12 testing with me).  Then they get to test and remain perfectly quiet (only allowed to sleep or read a book) until around 11:30 when the school is done testing.  It's hard to monitor kids testing for 4 hours!  I'm planning on getting breakfast and a diet coke in the morning!!!  Then after testing we still have to teach two periods and have lunch way late.  The kids especially do not want to learn after testing (I don't blame them)...but I have a lot to teach them!  I'm gonna try to do a lab since that at least gets them out of their seats.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benefits of TAKS- I get to do personal tutoring (for $25-30/hr) and also teach Saturday TAKS camps for the same rate!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downfalls- staring at kids taking tests. I can't read or do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; while they're testing. Stamina!  Thinking about a to-do list I can't do anything about!  I don't even get a conference period ALL week. blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the testing begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2216954399087135822?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2216954399087135822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2216954399087135822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2216954399087135822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2216954399087135822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/04/taks-testing-time.html' title='TAKS testing time!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5066406442474556165</id><published>2009-04-23T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:26:16.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><title type='text'>of pianos and getting pulled over</title><content type='html'>I love to laugh at my life!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dinner with my friend (hooray for Red Robin!) then go to Institute. Then I offer to help Dan, Jordan, and Bryant work on their musical number (since I sorta play the piano).  So we're in the chapel practicing and my phone is on the piano, then it gets knocked inside of it!  Hands could not get my phone out (even little kid hands- we tried).  The boys went into 'rescue mode' and tried every angle and idea they could think of (even found bbq skewers and tape to try to use...).  Then I went and got my car kit (full of screw drivers, flashlights, etc). Jordan tried unscrewing the key lid and found out that it just slides out. There was my phone. Just a sliding of a piece away the whole time.  Our efforts took a good half hour. Thanks, fellas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a banana shake at the sonic near my house on the way back. Then as I am driving down my street, about to turn into my complex, I get pulled over!  Apparently my headlights weren't on. I thought they were!  And then I shut off my car to see if they were working (but little did I know- or the officer???- that since my car was off the lights wouldn't be on (even though the dash ones were)). I was confused. He said I'd get a ticket, but I didn't. I have no clue why. And then I drive off and my lights ARE on. What?  I'm so confused.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pianos and getting pulled over. goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5066406442474556165?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5066406442474556165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5066406442474556165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5066406442474556165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5066406442474556165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-pianos-and-getting-pulled-over.html' title='of pianos and getting pulled over'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2097115486615001333</id><published>2009-04-22T20:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:26:26.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Funny Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kittens Inspired by Kittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;soooooooo funny. I laugh everytime I see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David after Dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;Kid who's quite out of it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gum Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;What an awesome dad!!!!  I want a chocolate tree! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMaXCm7K5-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMaXCm7K5-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pop Rocks and Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;Same family from the gum tree video. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZl4XGcbtyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZl4XGcbtyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2097115486615001333?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2097115486615001333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2097115486615001333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2097115486615001333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2097115486615001333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-videos.html' title='Funny Videos'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1462510251186053053</id><published>2009-04-14T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:45:02.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making it</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of crap thrown at my fan in the last two weeks at school.  But it's calming down now. Thank goodness. I couldn't take much more!  It's TAKS blitz time- so all we do is taks prep for two weeks then we have the week of tests. Then all pressure is off (Taks is the epitome of the year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to gear up for Cali- get in shape and  be ready to have an awesome summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is now yellow outside!  They finally painted. Bright. Cheery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1462510251186053053?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1462510251186053053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1462510251186053053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1462510251186053053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1462510251186053053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-it.html' title='making it'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4975593088079304028</id><published>2009-04-05T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:26:58.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Rich Teachers</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true that teachers don't get paid as much as most people even though our job is important, time consuming, and something that not everyone could do (anyone wanna teach physics? yeah, didn't think so).  But, I find that I am not in the least bit inhibited by my salary!  I have zero credit card balance, my student loans are almost paid off (they will be this summer), my car has been paid off for a couple years now, I own everything in my apartment, and I have nice things.  And I've earned it all.  My assets just keep increasing month to month!  I am glad for parents who taught me how to live well off of a modest salary.  My parents were amazing in how they saved money and spent it. I never ever went without. They bought me my own bassoon for goodness-sake!  They have taught me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; possible to be a rich teacher.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not to forget being non-monetarily rich for the work we do)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4975593088079304028?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4975593088079304028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4975593088079304028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4975593088079304028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4975593088079304028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/04/rich-teachers.html' title='Rich Teachers'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2294493618935654011</id><published>2009-04-02T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:27:16.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASA'/><title type='text'>NASA job!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I got the summer job I wanted!!! NASA INSPIRE is a program for high schoolers to intern at NASA sites.  I get to help out at the JET PROPULSION LABORATORY!   (JPL for short). It's in Pasadena, California!  What a treat!  I get to be there ALL summer!!!!!!!!!!!  The kids have to work and I chaperone them on off-work hours. Room-board-flights-gas-car-fun activities---the whole shabang.  And $9000. Dang!  I have to train in Oklahoma for a week right after school is out then my stint in Cali starts June 22nd (8 weeks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!  What an experience that'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to babysit my cat for 2 months? He needs people to be around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2294493618935654011?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2294493618935654011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2294493618935654011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2294493618935654011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2294493618935654011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasa-job.html' title='NASA job!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3417381410904541840</id><published>2009-03-29T18:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:27:55.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>Busiest Weekend Ever!</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've had busier but it doesn't seem like it!  It's been an awesome busy weekend!  For one, we've had a dating contest in the ward and it's currently girls' choice so I'm all over that!  Plus there is just tons to do in Houston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening started with one of my Distance Learning (DL) events at Space Center- taught some 3rd and 4th graders about the Solar System.  I hardly feel like an expert but I really love doing those events!  Then I met up with Lucki, Stephen, and Brent to see Duplicity at the Star Cinema Grill (movie and dinner!).  The movie was confusing!  And we wished it would've ended differently!  Lucki and Stephen hated it.  lol.  I heart them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SdAI-3PwfzI/AAAAAAAAASc/HhKblaTsDmE/s1600-h/CIMG3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SdAI-3PwfzI/AAAAAAAAASc/HhKblaTsDmE/s200/CIMG3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318761035999510322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started with Four Square at the church. Did you ever play that in the MTC? Man, we rocked four square hard core in the MTC.  I was downtown all day, and had subsequent clothing changes throughout the day!  I was gone from 9 am till almost 1 am the next day!  Told you I was busy.  Got subs with fri&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SdAJTgG9CwI/AAAAAAAAASk/XAt0xoM1djc/s1600-h/CIMG3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SdAJTgG9CwI/AAAAAAAAASk/XAt0xoM1djc/s200/CIMG3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318761390565821186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ends after the intense four squaring and then Brent and I went to the convention center to check out the robotics competion. Yes, we are nerds.  I have about 8 kiddos in the competition. It was pretty crazy to see this 'nerdy sports' event.  Lots of energy!  And lots of smarts!  We were impressed.  Then we hung out at Discovery park and admired the sailboats, fountains, and the lovely day (despite the slight wind).  That park rocks!  I totallly want to spend more time there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now that was just until about 4 or so!  I picked up Mac some food (what a needy cat, jk) and also found a gift for Gail. She's so easy to buy for and I found something so pretty! Can't wait for an excuse to give it to her!  :)  Then I met up with Spencer. He is one cool guy!  I did get scolded for not knowing Led Zeppeblin, but hey.  ;)  We went out to Ruggles and then went to see Amanda's impressive orchestra concert...then went country dancing!  Whew.  I think the best part of this whole dating this is just getting to know these great guys better and becoming better friends with them!  That just makes me happy. I love friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely slept in as long as I possibly could this morning. Gosh, I'm tired!  I have a busy Monday, too.  Grades are due and I still have to grade my AP Tests (which I don't even have half of them yet due to robotics) and it's a new unit starting (which I got the copies for just don't know my exact plan of attack). And tomorrow I have another DL event AND a study session with my AP kids at 7 pm.  And that's just Monday!  I have something everynight this week plus a test Saturday early morning, and General Conference.  But I think I'm happier going 100 miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also hear back to see if I got the summer job I want. Shall let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3417381410904541840?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3417381410904541840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3417381410904541840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3417381410904541840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3417381410904541840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/03/busiest-weekend-ever.html' title='Busiest Weekend Ever!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SdAI-3PwfzI/AAAAAAAAASc/HhKblaTsDmE/s72-c/CIMG3516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8895098621476488501</id><published>2009-03-24T18:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:28:06.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Life's a Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Scl0IAOjMpI/AAAAAAAAASM/NDywKB1AK88/s1600-h/CIMG3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Scl0IAOjMpI/AAAAAAAAASM/NDywKB1AK88/s200/CIMG3464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316908515936383634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite enjoying life these days.  Last week was spring break!  Which is totally more for the teachers!  I think the kids have been on break since Christmas anyways!  I got tons done, but the best part was the beach trip with Virginia, Beth, and Heidi.   We're all teache&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Scl0mW6j4HI/AAAAAAAAASU/Fy74WyW2-ys/s1600-h/CIMG3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Scl0mW6j4HI/AAAAAAAAASU/Fy74WyW2-ys/s200/CIMG3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316909037422633074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rs- and now we're all even better friends!  Can't complain- those girls rock!  We spent two days at Port Aransas- which is near Corpus Christi. My parents would love it there. Heck, anyone would love it there! We spent some lazy, sun filled days on the sand and enjoyed awesome seafood!  I had the best coconut shrimp and fried fish ever.  so tasty!  Plus I got a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back at school.  I'm also busy with my Distance Learning events at NASA.  Speaking of which, I just had a phone interview with NASA INSPIRE program- they need chaperones for their high schoolers at different NASA sites.  I would be either here in Houston, Maryland, Virginia, Ohio, or California.   And I could start my masters!  :)  I hope I get it!  It'd pretty much be my whole summer, but what an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other good news- I got a really nice electric keyboard.  go craigslist!  It's pretty fun. And Mac is less annoying than he's been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8895098621476488501?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8895098621476488501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8895098621476488501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8895098621476488501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8895098621476488501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s a Beach'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/Scl0IAOjMpI/AAAAAAAAASM/NDywKB1AK88/s72-c/CIMG3464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7670370060647970206</id><published>2009-03-14T23:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:28:25.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><title type='text'>I hate cats</title><content type='html'>Well, for the record, Mac is officially on my annoying list.  He's a pain in the butt. Knocked over a vase and made a mess this morning, so I locked him outside for an hour in the cold (yes, for those of you not in Houston, it is chilly right now. Granted I was poolside Monday...the weather is just weird right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's not not allowed to interact with guests at my house.  Which means locking him in my bedroom. Just because I don't want him to be around my friends (and Stephen suggested it).  I refuse to be a crazy cat lady, okay. So don't you dare even think that.  I am strong, independent girl who just happens to own a cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7670370060647970206?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7670370060647970206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7670370060647970206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7670370060647970206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7670370060647970206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-cats.html' title='I hate cats'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4541757611974265054</id><published>2009-03-04T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:28:50.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rodeo'/><title type='text'>spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>I took upon myself the task of organizing everything I have in my apartment!  It took me a couple evenings but it feels great!  I know where everything is!  And I got to throw out a bunch of stuff. And everything just feels nice. No clutter. Not that it was super bad, but improvement is always good.  Now I just need to do the actually cleaning. :)  Mac got most of his toys back (they were under the stove and fridge). Spoiled cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School this week has been super annoying. These kids are so antsy!  I just couldn't handle them today.  Even my AP class was bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that some of my students have made bad choices and are in trouble with the law.  I care very much for a couple young men that did something really bad (I'm not sure exactly what) and it disappoints me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the rodeo!  The best part was the 4-6 year olds riding sheep!  It was hilarious. I enjoyed the bull riding and races, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4541757611974265054?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4541757611974265054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4541757611974265054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4541757611974265054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4541757611974265054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2842940569292139232</id><published>2009-03-01T21:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:29:12.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>gonna be grand</title><content type='html'>Thia week is going to be busy but grand. I feel it.  Tomorrow I get to attend my favorite gym class- cycling!  And then I have an extra study session with my AP kiddos at a pizza place.  Tuesday I get to see Rascal Flatts. Now, I couldn't tell you one song he sings nor am I a country fan. I am going because Lucki and Stephen are.  Tuesday is also a TAKS testt day, blah. I have my nanotech class Thursday, as always.  And Friday I am taking a day off!  Whooo hoo!  I deserve it. I need it. My kids are driving me crazy, to some extent.  I shall go for a bike ride and rest nad do whatever I please.  I also have a list of things I need to organize in my apartment- spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe grand isn't the rright word. Maybe just plain busy.  But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought. I love the Mechams.  I got to stay at their place last night because of Stake Conference.  The conferences were great, I needed to hear those things.  April and Brent are so sweet. I need a mom around here, and April is also my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac is running around the apartment right now like a chicken with its head cut off,  lol. Catnip is cat weed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2842940569292139232?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2842940569292139232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2842940569292139232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2842940569292139232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2842940569292139232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/03/gonna-be-grand.html' title='gonna be grand'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4551609073886193576</id><published>2009-02-18T20:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:29:34.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>wasn't expecting this...</title><content type='html'>I have wonderful students. However, they always keep me on my toes!  This was the latest weird scenario.  One of my favorite, funny kids had his phone out so I took it up.  I look at it and the wallpaper background is of me and the white board.  SHOCK!  Was not expecting that!   My AP kids one day wanted to take a picture of the board because we worked out this long integral and they thought it was cool, so I let them.  And I was up there so I was probably in some photos.  That was a few weeks ago!  He's had me as his wallpaper since then?  Oh man. How embarrassing.  I think for both of us.  Total teacher crush.  Which isn't the first. I'm surprised that these teenagers even think I'm cute.  I thought I was their super nerdy, dorky, clumsy "older sister"  teacher.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4551609073886193576?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4551609073886193576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4551609073886193576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4551609073886193576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4551609073886193576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/wasnt-expecting-this.html' title='wasn&apos;t expecting this...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6121907733929409585</id><published>2009-02-14T21:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:29:53.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Ants &amp; Cookies</title><content type='html'>From Tammy on my facebook page----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JENN..........One of my FAVORITE Valentines Day memories includes YOU!!!!! Do you recall a few years ago....tons of sugar cookies.... two insomniacs... and Millions of little black Ants!!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE US!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me either. We were so freakin' funny.  We were companions on the mission (Chile) in the last part of our mission.  This was February 2006.  We made about 150 heart shaped cookies all frosted pink and purdy.  We put them out on the coffee table that evening.  The next morning there were a million ants crawling all over them!!!!!!!!!!!!   EeeewWW!  We brushed the ants off and still gave them away!  We didn't tell anyone about the ants. Nobody died. lol.   Elder Callaway did try to eat one with a heart eraser on it, but that's a whole different problem there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeTphWMjyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ypVICmgOXrc/s1600-h/vdaycookies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeTphWMjyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ypVICmgOXrc/s200/vdaycookies2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302869427787435810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6121907733929409585?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6121907733929409585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6121907733929409585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6121907733929409585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6121907733929409585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/ants-cookies.html' title='Ants &amp; Cookies'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeTphWMjyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ypVICmgOXrc/s72-c/vdaycookies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3017335641392270973</id><published>2009-02-14T21:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:30:02.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><title type='text'>cool chemistry</title><content type='html'>I am taking a Nanotechnology class at Rice and this week we made two super cool things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeP0ThAGxI/AAAAAAAAARs/QmqgBgKlzpQ/s1600-h/95021119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeP0ThAGxI/AAAAAAAAARs/QmqgBgKlzpQ/s200/95021119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302865215006710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Liquid nano-crystals that change color (they are what you find in crystal thermometers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZePvyqbIRI/AAAAAAAAARk/qWgCNW7Gzj8/s1600-h/ferro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZePvyqbIRI/AAAAAAAAARk/qWgCNW7Gzj8/s320/ferro1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302865137468383506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Ferrofluids (that are nanoparticles of iron that when close to a magnet form into the "shape" of the magnetic field caused by the magnet!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3017335641392270973?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3017335641392270973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3017335641392270973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3017335641392270973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3017335641392270973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/cool-chemistry.html' title='cool chemistry'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeP0ThAGxI/AAAAAAAAARs/QmqgBgKlzpQ/s72-c/95021119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6497029796912549764</id><published>2009-02-14T21:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:30:11.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying'/><title type='text'>trying</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to understand my purpose here. In Houston. At this time in my life. My eternal purpose. I am reading "A Purpose Driven Life" by Rick Warren. It goes through 40 chapters (you read only one a day) that help you find your purpose in life. It gives you a scripture and questions to ponder for that day.  I have a friend who is reading it, so I decided it could do me some good, too.  I am trying to see myself as Heavenly Father sees me. I am always---always---so dang hard on myself.  I am never happy with myself- even if I am doing good things. It's so easy for me to see what I lack and how I do this and this wrong. I'm trying to change that habit.  Baby steps. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeN7hx6MLI/AAAAAAAAARc/euNf-_LP7XU/s1600-h/purpose-driven-life-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeN7hx6MLI/AAAAAAAAARc/euNf-_LP7XU/s320/purpose-driven-life-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302863140071551154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6497029796912549764?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6497029796912549764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6497029796912549764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6497029796912549764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6497029796912549764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying.html' title='trying'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SZeN7hx6MLI/AAAAAAAAARc/euNf-_LP7XU/s72-c/purpose-driven-life-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8477405388212842690</id><published>2009-02-08T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:30:20.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>ugh!</title><content type='html'>one more thing to add to my list-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now supposed to go to the Friendswood Stake YSA branch. I do NOT want to. So I will continue going to my normal ward and then move in July when my lease is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to move. But I will to go where I want to go. So add apartment (rent) or townhouse (buy) searching to my list of stressful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8477405388212842690?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8477405388212842690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8477405388212842690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8477405388212842690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8477405388212842690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh.html' title='ugh!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5619979627954534721</id><published>2009-02-05T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:57:56.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few prompts</title><content type='html'>I have no time these days because of school, Space Center stuff, and all the 101 things I do, so here are a few prompts for next time I get to sit and write. Hopefully this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master's Program ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Summer jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Living in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling content with myself and how I am.... or not.&lt;br /&gt;My insomnia coming back.  grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Missing my family.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling huge highs and lows in teaching lately.&lt;br /&gt;Just not being good enough. Period.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had more good guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting stuff I learned at SEEC (Space Exploration Educator's Conference).&lt;br /&gt;Zero G Teacher flights.&lt;br /&gt;$12 tax return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-5619979627954534721?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5619979627954534721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5619979627954534721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5619979627954534721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5619979627954534721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-prompts.html' title='just a few prompts'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3752388091417116521</id><published>2009-02-01T19:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:44:32.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things about me.</title><content type='html'>1. I used to be quite the actress and singer when I was in elementary school- multiple plays, commercials, and even an instructional video about kids with ADD (I was an actress, thank you!).&lt;br /&gt;2. I love diet coke and cookie dough bites (and cookie dough).&lt;br /&gt;3. I have loved frogs since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am super clumsy and bruise like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;5. I played the bassoon, piano, tenor sax, sousaphone, clarinet, and trombone (from best to worst).&lt;br /&gt;6. My hair doesn't do anything but be perfectly straight.  At least I can't get it to!  I also haven't had long hair since freshman year of college.  I have had two perms (oh my).&lt;br /&gt;7. I refuse to believe my students have crushes on me.  Or add them on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am skinnier now than I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;9. I was valedictorian and I still don't think it's a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;10. I wear my heart on my sleeve. It gets me into trouble. Even if I don't mean to!&lt;br /&gt;11. I think women's deodorant should be as good as men's.  It's not.&lt;br /&gt;12. Most of my accessories in my place (from my bed to napkin holder) have the black cast iron swirl shape on them.&lt;br /&gt;13. I wonder what my life would be like if I stuck with Chemical Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;14. Two of my best friends are gay.  I also had a crush on them at one point before I knew.&lt;br /&gt;15. I always daydream that a guy will bring me flowers.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I have a credit card with lipsticks on it.&lt;br /&gt;17. I don't think much about politics although I should.&lt;br /&gt;18. I liked the University of Washington way more than BYU.&lt;br /&gt;19. I used to pretend I was She-Ra, princess of power.  I even had a big sword and shield my dad made me.&lt;br /&gt;20. I want to marry a guy as sweet, handy, and smart as my dad.  I think that's hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;21. I have two step-sisters that I never claim. I just say I have my little sister, Jessica. I do claim graciously my step-mom, though!&lt;br /&gt;22. I have lived in Spokane, Seattle, Provo, Washington DC (well, Arlington, VA), and now Houston. And Chile for 16 months.&lt;br /&gt;23.  I love doing manual labor- from digging trenches for sprinklers to painting. It's so rewarding. I got a good work ethic from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;24. I used to struggle with insomnia for years.  I now do not take any sleeping pills!  But my cat still has a better internal clock then me (he knows when it's 6am- feeding time!)&lt;br /&gt;25. I save cool recipes, workouts, and ideas from magazines and put them in sheet protectors in binders.  I am really organized. Except I rarely make my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3752388091417116521?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3752388091417116521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3752388091417116521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3752388091417116521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3752388091417116521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 things about me.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-305304232510209894</id><published>2009-02-01T00:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:31:17.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fun with Friends</title><content type='html'>I have awesome friends. I love them to death!  I am one very lucky gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Lucki, Stephen, Daniel, and I had dinner and played some intense games of Mille Bornes and Spades.  Intense.  lol.  Like I said, I love my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went running (well, sorta) with Stephen while Lucki slept (lol).  Then I was pretty productive in the cleaning and cooking categories.  And then friends came over for dinner! Then we went to see Carousel the musical at my school. Weird musical. Well done, though. And I love my kiddos.  Then we had yummy desserts and played Pop 5 and 5 crowns (fives, eh?) and laughed a lot...and at Charles. :)  You had to be there I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you to all my dear friends, old(ish) and new.  I am glad you are a part of my life!   I love how Lucki always give me the real perspective I need and that we just are two peas in a pod.  And how Aubrey understands my character and why I do things in a way no one else can.    I love that Stephen is so smart and just a good guy model. Whoever I date has to be as nerdy and cool as Stephen.   And I love that Andrew always has a compliment and advice for everything.  And how any of them will listen to me at any odd hour of the day or night.  The list could go on, but that's enough for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-305304232510209894?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/305304232510209894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=305304232510209894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/305304232510209894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/305304232510209894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun with Friends'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8017009059310895783</id><published>2009-01-29T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:30:38.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario kart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mario Kart and Love Analogy</title><content type='html'>I thought up this analogy yesterday after playing Mario Kart on my DS.  Hope it makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Kart is like relationships.  I was always bad at this game because I would hold down the A button ALL the time and whenever a corner came up I usually ran into the wall. I just couldn't get how other people had such good control and could speed right past me. They turned the corner without flinching.  I usually had to turn around or I fell in the water and something had to pull me out.  Not to mention it was frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was improving my gaming skills I thought about how we really take corners in a real car- we actually have to lift up the acceleration for a bit to turn correctly.  So I tried doing that with the A button I had come to rely on.  In letting go, I really was able to make the corners. Now I can actually be competition for Stephen and Lucki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in bed last night I thought about how I totally play the game of Love and Relationships just like Mario Kart. I hold down the A button and just let things happen too fast and then end up crashing and end up without something good. I never get to enjoy what's around the corner because I 'die' before then.  Lately, I've been really trying hard to ease up and let the 'corner' come naturally...and I think that is the key.  And I think it's working. Or at least it will work when it's meant to.  When I worry less and enjoy the courting process maybe I will make it around the corner to a solid relationship.  Let up on the A button of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I get for being bad at games. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SYKCjT9J4PI/AAAAAAAAARU/lJpBpY51zA4/s1600-h/mk64peach.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SYKCjT9J4PI/AAAAAAAAARU/lJpBpY51zA4/s320/mk64peach.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296939654904930546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8017009059310895783?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8017009059310895783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8017009059310895783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8017009059310895783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8017009059310895783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/mario-kart-and-love-analogy.html' title='Mario Kart and Love Analogy'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SYKCjT9J4PI/AAAAAAAAARU/lJpBpY51zA4/s72-c/mk64peach.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3255419607807923810</id><published>2009-01-26T19:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:31:42.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>centripetal motion</title><content type='html'>Today we were talking about centripetal acceleration and forces and this gal mentioned the song, "This Kiss" by Faith Hill that says "centripetal motion" in the chorus. lol.  happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was probably the roughest week teaching I've had.  The kids were just out of control and it was such a stressful week.  Super hard material, unmotivated students, etc.  I called 12 parents this morning to fix behavior issues in 2 classes.  Luckily my B-day block classes behave better (I've worked hard with them) so maybe my A-day ones will get better now that I've called home. I had some of the rudest kids last week, too! Attitude!  It sure didn't make me want to have teenagers.  Arguments over cell phones, at that. Gosh. Ridiculous.  Don't argue with the teacher, please.  Also, my AP Physics class has some intense material these days. It's pretty crazy.  I feel sorta inadequate, yet I know I'm still doing a good job. Well, I could always do a better job. I think that is so frustrating about teaching. I often reflect upon each day and know how to do better next time I teach it. Heck, even the next class I change things to teach them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That frustration has been wearing on me emotionally and physically.  I have been so tired! All last week I came home and took a nap.  That's all I felt like doing.  And I've been going 'off' my diet coke and that's been another physical handicap.  My students motivate me, though. They're sweet. Today I was reminded that I do have some awesome students who do love me. That makes up for the mean ones who don't.  I needed that.  "Hey Ms. Daniel, you're my favorite teacher!"  awww.  shucks.  My students also just motivated me to get a gym membership at LA Fitness. I got a really good deal and it'll totally get me up and moving. I can lose my Christmas pounds and up my stamina of working out. My workout today rocked. And I can't wait for cycling classes!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bumped into a car last night. I scratched it with my license plate. my bad. I am mad at myself for a lot of stupid things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being overly-analytical and slightly crazy, I hope this is a start to a turn around. I gotta get out of this centripetal motion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3255419607807923810?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3255419607807923810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3255419607807923810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3255419607807923810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3255419607807923810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/centripetal-motion.html' title='centripetal motion'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1072169439369368537</id><published>2009-01-24T21:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:31:52.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>Physics is hott.</title><content type='html'>This fella was telling his grad school friends he was going to go to Space Center with this girl from church that teaches there...and he said that girl is a high school physics teacher, too.  The response of the guys- "That's hott!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the hottest teacher according to the kiddos but I guess I am something!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1072169439369368537?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1072169439369368537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1072169439369368537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1072169439369368537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1072169439369368537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/physics-is-hott.html' title='Physics is hott.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8386941974884118550</id><published>2009-01-21T20:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:32:01.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>f-a-i-t-h</title><content type='html'>I went to dinner with a great fella this evening. We talked for like 2 1/2 hours at dinner!  Mainly about religion.  I learn so much by sharing with others and learning from them.  I admire the faith of others (though he doesn't think he has faith, I think he does).  Plus it gets my gears rolling (the more scientific side of me) to think about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I believe not just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I believe.  Like I want to study more to better say what I mean to say.  Like what a missionary does.  Like what I did as a missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I need to talk about religion more, period. It's so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8386941974884118550?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8386941974884118550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8386941974884118550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8386941974884118550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8386941974884118550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/f-i-t-h.html' title='f-a-i-t-h'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3878363487246219447</id><published>2009-01-21T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:32:15.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><title type='text'>I am a banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfYPdXcs_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/47DwmaffgSY/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfYPdXcs_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/47DwmaffgSY/s320/banana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937647089923058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student- "Miss Daniel you bruise so much, you must be a banana."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3878363487246219447?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3878363487246219447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3878363487246219447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3878363487246219447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3878363487246219447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-banana.html' title='I am a banana'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfYPdXcs_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/47DwmaffgSY/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3652620680513746172</id><published>2009-01-18T18:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:32:26.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>I love Sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfZPbcSK-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/62SOfPIxkAI/s1600-h/bible_bom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfZPbcSK-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/62SOfPIxkAI/s320/bible_bom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293938746084961250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I am never amazed at how wonderful Sundays can be!  I loved the speakers today- lessons on joy, charity, and being Christlike. Then we had a sunday school lesson on Joseph Smith's first vision. Then I taught RS- the lesson being on Elijah and restoring the sealing power.  I learned SO much while preparing. It was a great lesson to teach. I got all 'teacher-mode' on a few questions and made the girls laugh. lol.   I learn so much from the girls and their comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; doing something right and I feel the spirit confirming that.  What a great feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3652620680513746172?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3652620680513746172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3652620680513746172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3652620680513746172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3652620680513746172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-sundays.html' title='I love Sundays'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfZPbcSK-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/62SOfPIxkAI/s72-c/bible_bom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1463354352418854973</id><published>2009-01-17T21:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:32:46.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><title type='text'>sevice saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfZmbOkDuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7ws4UOWBvcw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfZmbOkDuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7ws4UOWBvcw/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293939141164404450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fabulous!  I got to do Habitat for Humanity early this morning with church people.  It was great to get my hands dirty!  I learned a lot, too.  I need to get a more heavy-duty hammer, not the 'wimpy' one I have. :)  We used soffits, J-hooks (maybe that's the wrong name), clippers, siding...all sorts of good stuff.  Suzanne and I helped put up the framework on the inside and 'ceiling' of the porch and then put the siding up.  It was cool to see what we accomplished!  Plus, Suzanne and I bonded a lot!   :)  A group of us also had lunch at quite possibly the most ghetto chinese restaurant in Houston.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the temple (easy travel made possible by my new EZ-Tag).  It was great to go to a session.  I have a lot on my mind so it was good to feel like I'm doing something right.   I saw Aubrey's aunt there. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, so that was my crazy, service-filled Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1463354352418854973?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1463354352418854973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1463354352418854973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1463354352418854973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1463354352418854973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/sevice-saturday.html' title='sevice saturday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfZmbOkDuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7ws4UOWBvcw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3984354860896439551</id><published>2009-01-08T19:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:33:08.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowboard'/><title type='text'>why miss daniel shouldn't snowboard</title><content type='html'>My face got attacked by something. Some disease. It's sensitive, ya know.  I went to my derm yesterday and got a new cream....hopefully it'll clear up this week.  It was weird being in front of my kids with my windburnt/red stupid face. Oh well.  I think I got it from snowboarding in the freezing rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfY3S6nh1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/qOdUre69X04/s1600-h/CIMG0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfY3S6nh1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/qOdUre69X04/s320/CIMG0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293938331479410514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were telling Winter Break stories on Monday and they asked what I did- so I told them about snowboarding and falling down a lot- this kid (somewhat of a smart-aleck) said "Miss Daniel, you can't even walk. What makes you think you could snowboard?"   LOL.  That was pretty funny. He got me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3984354860896439551?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3984354860896439551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3984354860896439551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3984354860896439551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3984354860896439551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-miss-daniel-shouldnt-snowboard.html' title='why miss daniel shouldn&apos;t snowboard'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfY3S6nh1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/qOdUre69X04/s72-c/CIMG0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2464370333144349478</id><published>2009-01-08T19:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:33:28.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet coke'/><title type='text'>is this jenn speaking?</title><content type='html'>So I didn't really make official new years resolutions....but here are a few things I am changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Giving up Diet Coke.  Yup. I'm feeling the headaches today.  But I have none in my fridge. No temptations. Yesterday I had one and didn't even like the taste of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Working out more.  Sorta successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being sick of shopping!  I know, right!  I haven't told Lucki yet- she'll faint.  But I am genuinely sick of shopping.  Weird, huh.  I do not want anything. I am loving what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-However I am grocery shopping more!  I have tons of healthier options and budget-wise the money I save from not shopping and not eating fast food as much will all go in my favor. :)  I have made my lunches this week- no frozen meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me. Hope I can keep to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2464370333144349478?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2464370333144349478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2464370333144349478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2464370333144349478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2464370333144349478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-jenn-speaking.html' title='is this jenn speaking?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-9173780336409661681</id><published>2009-01-04T16:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:33:43.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Preemptive Measures</title><content type='html'>My mother died on June 25, 2002 of a type of lung disease called "interstitial pneumonia."  She developed pneumonia and then it got in between her lungs and got worse. It is incurable.  Her sister, Margaret, died of it in 1983 (the year I was born).  My mom went to a specialist in Seattle even.  We had four oxygen machines in our house that June.  It was the hardest thing I have ever had to go through.  My parents knew she wasn't going to make it but never disclosed that to my sister (who is five years younger than me) or me.  In fact, my dad never speaks of her passing. I had a long talk with Gail (my step-mom) during break about what really happened.  It was hard to hear. A few years ago I got a lung x-ray as an example of my normal lungs. I just ordered a copy of them so I have them on record to show my doctors. And I have to be very very careful when I get sick to make sure I don't let it get to my lungs. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfYijlfRZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ST0_NSZPu_4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfYijlfRZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ST0_NSZPu_4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937975176938898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-9173780336409661681?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9173780336409661681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=9173780336409661681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9173780336409661681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9173780336409661681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2009/01/preemptive-measures.html' title='Preemptive Measures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SXfYijlfRZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ST0_NSZPu_4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4386938438696665959</id><published>2008-12-30T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:34:04.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmasness</title><content type='html'>Christmas eve day Jesse (my step-sister) and I made the best apple pies ever (well it's a really good recipe and super fun and easy to make!). The evil step-sister, Kate, flew in that day and pretty much made it awful for everyone (that's another story- but needless to say she's not invited for Christmas ever again). Our power went out for a few hours Christmas Eve- which was interesting being 'in the wilderness.' Christmas was lovely- if we block out Kate. My family is crazy. :) The step sisters left the 26th, not speaking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Dad, Gail, Jessica (my real sister), Zach (Jessica's boyfriend), and Tim (Zach's friend) all went to a ski lodge for the day. Jessica and I attempted snowboarding. We didn't do too shabby...except when I fell off the ski lift (getting off) and bruised my tailbone! ouch! I had a lot of nice people help me learn to snowboard. :) Dad and Gail were going to go cross-country skiing but they didn't. They hung out in the lodge all day. The boys did all the crazy runs. Jess and I stuck to the bunny hill. Then we went back to the cabin for my famous enchiladas and pool games. Jess and I beat the boys! I somehow got pretty good at pool. We had SO much fun and laughed SO much. It was a great day. I am super sore today, though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at my sister's for a couple days...then Gail and I get to go to the spa on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got an update from Lucki on Mac (she's watching him for me while I'm away)- apparently he's really mad! I hope he won't be mad at me when I get home! Jessica has two cute cats and the little one went in my suitcase the other day and peed on a shirt!!! He must have smelled my Mac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4386938438696665959?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4386938438696665959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4386938438696665959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4386938438696665959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4386938438696665959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmasness.html' title='Christmasness'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8694079678891518359</id><published>2008-12-23T22:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:35:37.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Back in the Northwest.</title><content type='html'>I had a blast today! Gail and I took the truck out to cut our tree- she had a permit. We saw some wild turkeys! Did you know they roost in trees? We saw them sitting in trees! We tried to find the area where we could cut trees, however, the access road was full of snow and we didn't want to try that. So we went into town looking for the one tree farm and then to see if there were any trees in town (not Spokane--Newport, super tiny place). Nope. So we called my dad for directions to the tree farm, and it was where we thought it was (which we supposedly drove by). Then we got on the wrong highway and stopped at "the Gingerbread Farm," because it looked cozy, to ask for directions. Mrs. Clause opened the door (okay so she was wearing a red apron) and let us inside (it smelled so yummy in there!). She had no clue where the tree farm was but her husband did. Then on our way out she gave us the most delicious red velvet cookies! Apparently it's a goat farm! And they put out the extra vegetables/fruit they grow for free out in their lawn in summer! Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so back on our adventure we pass the place we think the tree farm is on again and then come up to Muffler Bob's Shop. We inquired there for the tree farm. He told us they picked up and left town! What? Lame. We told him we had a permit and he then offered his 16 acres for us to cut a tree! So we did! We found the perfect tree and shoveled away the snow and Gail did the saw-work... Success! We're going to decorate it tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole process took like 4 hours or so! I got TONS of chat time with Gail! It was wonderful. Jesse, her step-daughter got in town yesterday but refused to come with us to cut the tree. Her loss! We had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight we went to the gym (spin class is intense!) and then made homemade raviolis! So fun! I want a pasta maker! It's so easy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8694079678891518359?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8694079678891518359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8694079678891518359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8694079678891518359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8694079678891518359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-northwest.html' title='Back in the Northwest.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7852870940700137157</id><published>2008-11-28T21:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:35:57.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/STC2huY_4MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vZJbmyk6rDI/s1600-h/funny-pictures-lemur-needs-to-see-some-id.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/STC2huY_4MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vZJbmyk6rDI/s320/funny-pictures-lemur-needs-to-see-some-id.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273915854155669698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm watching right now. It's been a very girly, me-time week for me.  My to-do list never ends (because I like crossing things off)...so I feel pretty accomplished. Not like I-won-the-Noble-Prize type of accomplished, just the hey-you-have-taken-care-of-a-lot-of-semi-important-things type productive. Such as make yams, clean kitchen (multiple times since I cooked a lot this week), do laundry, wrap Christmas gifts (yes I am ALL done with shopping!), buy an album on iTunes, put up Christmas decorations (how stinkin' fun!), bathe Mac, blog, go to Express to get new sweaters, organize closet, update my phone numbers and addresses, go to the library, file papers, make a work-out binder (from things from Self and Shape magazines) and a recipe binder (from Real Simple and Self) and a creative things binder (from Real Simple- a fabulous magazine), paint nails, watch Everybody Love Raymond, and so forth. Needless to say, semi-important. :)     I also have a school-to-do list but I don't feel like thinking about that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Day was fan-tabulous. There were a dozen of us who went to AJ's house and we all contributed. I made my grandma's famous yams and peaches. They were a hit!  The food was all so good- we had so much! Then we 'watched' football and then we to see Bolt the new Disney-Pixar movie. That movie goes in my top three! It's SO funny and SO awesome! Rhino the hamster.  Tee hee.  I have great friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7852870940700137157?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7852870940700137157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7852870940700137157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7852870940700137157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7852870940700137157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/STC2huY_4MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vZJbmyk6rDI/s72-c/funny-pictures-lemur-needs-to-see-some-id.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6664713836411226869</id><published>2008-11-26T20:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:36:23.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>miss doe eyes</title><content type='html'>How does one bruise her lip? Huh.  Guess I'm uber talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My glasses are so scratched that I think they are dirty 24/7. Not good. I don't get my new insurance until January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been eventful- ups and downs with my best friend- more ups and downs (of a different sort) with another. My life is never dull.  Guess this week I have to learn forgiveness.  And patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6664713836411226869?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6664713836411226869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6664713836411226869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6664713836411226869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6664713836411226869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss-doe-eyes.html' title='miss doe eyes'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-509441300757029775</id><published>2008-11-16T10:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:36:45.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>sleeping and smart girls</title><content type='html'>I feel like a different person from last week. More confident. More outgoing. Happier.  And more rested---I have been off my sleeping pill for 4 nights now, going on 5!  Amazing. Usually I cannot fall asleep at all without a pill, but now the 'study' shows that I can!    That's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School this week was awesome.  We launched bottle rockets (2L bottles with water in them and the pressurized with air (bike pump).  They also attached an egg to it (as to use Newton's third log not to break it).  It was quite adventurous- the first class was a trial run (I had never used it before).  This poor kid got all wet and the rockets didn't really go far. Except at people for some reason...lol.  It was pretty funny.  Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished my Gifted and Talented credit hour requirements.  Remember that Smart Girl book I read?  Yeah, well I'm putting it to action.  I am making a Smart Girl club. Well, I haven't decided on a name. It's going to start with just my AP Physics C girls---sort of as a study group.  Then I'll branch it out to other AP science classes and then to the PreAP girls I might have next year. The possibilities are endless--I want to boost their confidence in science and be a positive role model in their life. I want to encourage their goals and get to know them better, too.  The Dean of Instruction, my department head, and science specialist think it's a fabulous idea! What a great feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Lucki and I got to go to Teacher Day at the Zoo!  We got in free, and we got free lunch (Chick-Fil-A), and we got to go to some fun workshops, and spent an hour in the gift shop. Oh Lucki.  I was very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some fun pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucki's Bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2223835&amp;amp;l=3f386&amp;amp;id=17825146&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Fun-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2223837&amp;amp;l=21bc3&amp;amp;id=17825146&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1392462124036688863-509441300757029775?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/509441300757029775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=509441300757029775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/509441300757029775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/509441300757029775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping-and-smart-girls.html' title='sleeping and smart girls'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-5209424474031939616</id><published>2008-11-15T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:37:11.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Weird poem from a studen'ts dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;You are a teacher right?  We are getting Flu shots here at work so would please grade my poem, "on a  professional level," I made while at the nurses office. Here it  is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;Kisses are  loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;And kisses are  hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;Kisses are no good  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;Unless they are  tasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;But kisses have  koodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;And koodies are  hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;So kiss me my  love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;I've been  vaccinated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="143185414-05112008"&gt;What do you  think?&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/1392462124036688863-5209424474031939616?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5209424474031939616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=5209424474031939616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5209424474031939616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/5209424474031939616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-poem-from-students-dad.html' title='Weird poem from a studen&apos;ts dad.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2303088438323312724</id><published>2008-11-10T19:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:37:21.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>my eyes are brown AND green...</title><content type='html'>Here's a funny kid moment---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ says, "Whoa, Miss, your eyes are like two colors! Brown AND green!"&lt;br /&gt;Emily says, "Wow, your eyes are pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;Manny says, "Oh cool- you must be wearing those cool contacts."&lt;br /&gt;JJ replies, "Uh, she's wearing glasses, dude."&lt;br /&gt;Manny then realizes that his comment didn't make any sense, "Oh yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2303088438323312724?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2303088438323312724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2303088438323312724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2303088438323312724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2303088438323312724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-eyes-are-brown-and-green.html' title='my eyes are brown AND green...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-9060581715212742740</id><published>2008-11-09T18:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:38:06.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>on the horizons</title><content type='html'>I am doing much better- emotionally and physically.  I am still trying to catch up on some sleep, but I am healthy and back in the groove at school.   School has been quite good, actually.  Courtney observed my class and said she was very impressed with how I questioned the kids.  I am actually seeing the impact I make in these kids' lives. This kid, we'll call him James, has had a rough time this week because his grandpa is sick. His mom emailed me about it and told me he really admires me and loves my class.  James and I were going to talk about it Friday afterschool but we had a pep rally. Anyways, I remember when I was in high school and went to Mrs. Gray (my chem teacher) when I was having a rough time my senior year and it just made a world of difference that she cared so much about little old me.  It's so neat to be on the other side of that.  Another cool thing is this kid, "Mike" was talking to me about his mom and how awesome she is.  I emailed her some of the sweet things he said and she really appreciated that.  :)    One student this week told me she's totally surprised that I'm not married because I am "so pretty and so nice"...lol.  And in another class we were discussing weight versus mass and we were calculating our weight in Newtons, so I said I weighed 125 lbs (which I did that morning!) and this girl was like "no way! I totally thought you'd way more than that!"  haha. She didn't mean it to be mean, but it was funny. And awkward. :)    Giving tests was stressful this week, oh well.  My AP kids get a guest speaker Tuesday to tell them about careers in physics.  I'm excited for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucki had a birthday yesterday- she's 24. Can't believe she's younger than me. It's hard to feel younger than anyone who's married.  I made the cutest cake for her- it was pink and had a purple high heel shoe decorated on it. I got a cake decorating starter kit and tried out my skills. She loved it.  We all went out for yummy mexican food and played games at her house. Lenny was in town, too- he's Stephen's best friend. He's fun to be around.  Hooray for Lucki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today was amazing. I got to teach Relief Society- about Knowledge. They asked me yesterday to teach today, but I don't need much prep time. :)  And yesterday I went to the temple with Sister Mechum (her husband is in the bishopric- they have kids about my age). It was so lovely to go with her.  We sat in the celestial room for an hour!  And then we went out for brunch.  It was so nice.  She's my Houston Mormon mom (speaking of which- Margo- I still need your phone number!).   It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I have learned a lot this week about happiness. I have changed my perspective on a lot of things and have been dealing with things differently than before.  I am relying on the Lord and having more faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about Grandma, who got hit in a car accident and has a few broken ribs! She'll be back home tomorrow, thank goodness.  And my dad hurt himself the other day.  Gosh, I hope they don't get worse! I love them too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-9060581715212742740?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9060581715212742740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=9060581715212742740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9060581715212742740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9060581715212742740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-horizons.html' title='on the horizons'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2463644210627511115</id><published>2008-11-01T13:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:38:16.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>sick days</title><content type='html'>I took Thursday and Friday off from school. Too sick and I sounded like a frog.  I still do, but I am better. I have another day to rest, so that's good.    Being sick makes me wish I had a roommate (other than a cat) because I'm so alone and no one to take care of me.  Or to keep me sane.  I'm going a bit stir crazy. I'm all stressed out about school- missing two days is a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2463644210627511115?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2463644210627511115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2463644210627511115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2463644210627511115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2463644210627511115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-days.html' title='sick days'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6264010692776467943</id><published>2008-10-27T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:42:35.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>how I conquered today</title><content type='html'>I was dreading today very much this weekend. First off, I knew I had to meet with my Assistant Principal about an 'issue' and I was stressed all weekend about it.  But turns out she totally related to her early years as a teacher and I was not in trouble at all.  She also said she's heard good things about my classroom this year- that I'm much more confidant and in control.  Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to meet with my department head today.  That turned out to be very positive and helpful, too. I've now got my game plan for the next 9 weeks. Who hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to my doctor about my bruises. I may just have 'fragile capillaries'....she took a blood test for me.  I might have to wear pressure-tights like old people to get circulation up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for my friends who care and knew about that this day might be really bad for me.   I'm also grateful that a handsome boy asked me out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is how I conquered my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6264010692776467943?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6264010692776467943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6264010692776467943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6264010692776467943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6264010692776467943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-i-conquered-today.html' title='how I conquered today'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4523353700662153677</id><published>2008-10-26T17:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:43:31.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASA'/><title type='text'>want somebody to love.</title><content type='html'>I do love my new phone, however.  It's fun and exciting. It stressing me out getting everyone's numbers again, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other things that stress me out- being too busy. My Nasa job keeps me going until 7pm most nights!  And then I go see Lucki and Stephen. Thank heavens for them. I don't know what I'd do without them.  I also did something stupid at school that I think I'm going to get in trouble for.  I am  trying to be the best darn teacher I can be but I make mistakes, okay. Like giving my AP kids a take home test. They did too well.  Can't have that.  Or being too nice.  I am not being nice anymore. They have to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on boys. I have zero love interests.   An 'adult' friend of mine said she was talking to her husband about me and they both agreed that it's crazy that no one has snatched me up.  I don't know either.  Aubrey and I were talking about how we just want someone to love, to hold at night, to come home to, someone to know our weaknesses and still think we're great, to support us.  We want to fall in love. We just don't get how it happens. Or when it happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4523353700662153677?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4523353700662153677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4523353700662153677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4523353700662153677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4523353700662153677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/want-somebody-to-love.html' title='want somebody to love.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6030679703898316896</id><published>2008-10-19T00:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:45:28.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchiladas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><title type='text'>whoops!</title><content type='html'>I lost my phone today. I put it in my pocket on my way to school (yes- it's Saturday but I was teaching a TAKS things).  Then once I got to school I couldn't find it. I looked for it back at home. And then I went back to school to look for it. Couldn't find it.  Dang it.  Lots of people have called it. No luck. Maybe- Maybe- it'll turn up Monday at school. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date tonight was fun.  Well, poor guy! He got lost and couldn't call me because I lost my phone. And then I had two Pyrex pans with enchiladas for dinner (we were going to Lucki and Stephen's place) and we set them on his car and he opened my door for me. Then we he shut the door, the enchilada's fell!!!!!!!!!!!  He caught one pan of them but the other went splat. Then he tried to clean it up and I had to go find my broom....oh gosh.  Dinner was good. Then we played Rock Band.  And then we sold "shoe bags" (uhm for girls to put their purse and shoes in upstairs) at Homecoming and made sure people didn't use the wrong doors. We didn't get drowned out by the music because we were in the lobby, so we could actually socialize.  The kids are crazy anyways. They sold giant pickles. Weird.  :)  We enjoyed people watching and sharing stories of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mac. I think he has worms. And there is "pest control" people spraying in our apts on Monday so I have to lock him in the bathroom (which is the one place I don't like him) all day.  And then take him to the vet.  He has figured out how to open the cupboards- the ones where his treats are AND the ones in my bathroom to take out everything. Childproof the apt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6030679703898316896?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6030679703898316896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6030679703898316896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6030679703898316896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6030679703898316896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoops.html' title='whoops!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-810037035310133876</id><published>2008-10-17T18:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:46:12.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASA'/><title type='text'>go go go</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this week I gave a super hard test to my AP kids. I gave a major curve, however, when I graded it. On the back I also asked for their feedback on three things- I wanted them to&lt;br /&gt;1. tell me what they were understanding (specific)&lt;br /&gt;2. tell me something they do not understand (specific)&lt;br /&gt;3. tell me something I can do to help them in or outside of class (nicely...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got really good feedback. Some fella on questions 3 wrote "you're nice".  Others said "extra credit!"   One said "I don't understand anything nor have I learned anything in your class" and replied with a "teach!" to number three. Ouch. But she's complained about this class to her AP before and I've talked with him about it.  He says there will always be one kid like that. And he says I'll be even better a year from a now. Very positive.  I meet with her mom on Tuesday, too (with him as well, thank goodness).  But all the other 16 responses were helpful and positive.  So our lesson on Friday was different than normal- and it was great for all. I changed things up a little and I think we all learned from it. So I'm not afraid of feedback (well, they are my AP kids so I trust them a bit more).  I felt good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of phone calls to parents last night. Half to kids who are borderline failing...half to parents to just tell them I enjoy having their kid in my class.  They really appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been non-stop. And it doesn't have a stop, either!  I had Nasa Australian events Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Wednesday we also gave the PSAT.  Thursday I had TAKS tutorials til 4:30 but then nothing (thank goodness) but calling parents and watching The Office.  Then today was Homecoming!  Carnival during lunch, pep rally, craziness. Mums. It's a southern thing but everyone had one. I'll get pictures tonight. We're going to the game. I got a group of about 8 to go. It'll be fun. they'll be here any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow I teach a TAKS camp til noon. Then in the evening I have a date!  Gary and I are going to Lucki and Stephen's around 5:30. I am making enchiladas. Yum. Then we'll play games or whatnot then Gary and I are going to chaperone homecoming.  It'll be interesting- the chaperoning! I hope Gary doesn't regret saying yes!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'm not done. On Sunday I have to teach a Relief Society lesson. Have I read it yet? No.  Whoops.  Guess I can't sleep til 11 on Sunday like I'll want to because I'll have to prepare it.  Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had time this week to go shopping. I got some gift cards (because I've spent money on credit cards, rewards....and one from Victoria Secret for panties, haha).  I have 3 more Australian events next week and I need to get my oil changed....oh yeah, and grade labs and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny mail- I have a good friend named Daniel Jennejohn who lived in my DC apt complex.  I got mail today forwarded to me but it has his name on it!  haha.  (see how our names are like backwards?). I also got some CDs from my old friend Melissa from when we used to paint for Mead. She found our CD case and sent it to me!  good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-810037035310133876?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/810037035310133876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=810037035310133876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/810037035310133876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/810037035310133876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-go-go.html' title='go go go'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1835505455330863078</id><published>2008-10-15T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:48:03.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Smart Dads</title><content type='html'>My dad read my blog on Smart Girls and we chatted about it this evening- he brought it up.  Now he's not one to open up, but he said that I do have so much potential to be able to do whatever I want. But as long as teaching makes me happy and that I am helping kids (which I am), then that's the most important he said.  He also watched the Debates and said Obama talked about the importance of science and Math teaching (which means higher pay raises...) to prepare the future generations.  So my field&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;important. But I think I go outside of teaching to work at NASA to gain other experience and opportunities that otherwise I wouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. Thanks, Dad, for being sweet and proud of me. :)  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1835505455330863078?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1835505455330863078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1835505455330863078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1835505455330863078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1835505455330863078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/smart-dads.html' title='Smart Dads'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7142848423653932002</id><published>2008-10-12T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:48:18.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Smart Girls</title><content type='html'>So I just read most of this book entitled "Smart Girls" by Barbara Kerr, PhD.  She studied gifted girls from her 'special gifted class' from elementary school and then saw where they ended up at their 10 year high school reunion.  Here are some things that got me thinking---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was a Smart Girl. I was Valedictorian and was always the best (except at english papers).  The book says Smart Girls (or SGs) begin to doubt their smartness once in their sophomore year of college. Check. That's what I did. I don't really consider myself smart anymore. So what if I teach physics, why does that make me smart?  A quarter of the girls Dr. Kerr went to school became teachers or at least majored in education then became mothers, one or the other.  Is teaching a cop out?  I mean, I went to UW in lure of a Chem. Eng. degree. I even had scholarships because I was a girl interested in Chem Eng!  But I changed to teaching because I felt that was more of my calling in life- I wanted to affect students/people. Not deal with lab work or an office.  But is that my potential?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGs need mentors. I can be that to my SGs that I teach (in AP...).  Gosh. I don't know what I'm thinking. That book got me thinking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7142848423653932002?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7142848423653932002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7142848423653932002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7142848423653932002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7142848423653932002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/smart-girls.html' title='Smart Girls'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8038789385107422764</id><published>2008-10-12T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:35:04.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>school=good&lt;br /&gt;boys=retarded&lt;br /&gt;health=moderate&lt;br /&gt;friends=awesome&lt;br /&gt;finances=fine&lt;br /&gt;Mac=great (still a spaz)&lt;br /&gt;stress level=changes daily&lt;br /&gt;spirituality=fine&lt;br /&gt;service=I suck&lt;br /&gt;confidence=fine&lt;br /&gt;car=going strong&lt;br /&gt;apartment=cozy&lt;br /&gt;family=super close&lt;br /&gt;busy?=yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8038789385107422764?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8038789385107422764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8038789385107422764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8038789385107422764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8038789385107422764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7757692272624956290</id><published>2008-10-05T18:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:49:07.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike riding'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlS8DrpREI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aZCWakizqIw/s1600-h/CIMG2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlS8DrpREI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aZCWakizqIw/s320/CIMG2772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253821632038388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got back from Conference weekend. The talk that impacted me the most was Pres. Uchtdorf's talk on Hope.  That I need to have patience perseverance. Hope that things with happen.  Hope for the future, that my life will fulfill its many purposes. Hope for now, that I'm doing right things.  Still, it's a lot to absorb and think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of random things to share from the last few weeks, so bare with me.  First off, I have some great friends. I am so glad I have Lucki and Stephen. Stephen and I went bike riding last week and I got a flat tire (on my bike!). So then we went on a 3 mile jog. Go us!  Lucki never works out (and stays skinnier than a stick).  I am staying pretty fit and thin. Not that I eat like a health nut, but I'm trying.  Aubrey and I have spent a lot of time together, too. We went to Space Center Houston before we had to go back to school, we've had a couple sleepovers and whatnot.  It's interesting to see how my friends have changed since I got here. When I moved here in January I had my roommate and then all the "friendswood" church people.  Now I'm not really good friends with many of them. Only one came to my bday party. Now all my friends are in the singles ward. Granted, they live at least 30 minutes from me, but I also have Lucki and Stephen who live only 5 minutes from me. And Matt my physics teacher friend who lives in my building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlT2_2U2oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/q05FS48Bogw/s1600-h/CIMG2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlT2_2U2oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/q05FS48Bogw/s320/CIMG2740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253822644621728386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fyi, Jessica and I are best friends! We talk every day. I love the pictures she sends me over the phone. We have become super close. For her bday present from her boyfriend, Zach, she asked me to get her a coach purse from the Coach Outlet here in Houston. So I did and I just sent it too her. How funny. :)  I can't wait to go home for Christmas!  Mike is going to come visit me up there, too.  I'm done with my Christmas shopping- jealous? :)   Gail just had her birthday, too.  She enjoyed the socks and earrings I got her (hey, that's what she asked for!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlSqBaNUoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TeRYiViMwtE/s1600-h/CIMG2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlSqBaNUoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TeRYiViMwtE/s320/CIMG2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253821322190738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac has a girlfriend now. Just kidding. But my friend Celeste has a pretty orange girl cat named Chanel. Mac and Chanel are both makeup brands!  So we're saying that Mac is about to propose...and then they can have pretty kitties named Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana.  lol.  (they are both spayed/neutered).   Mac is currently sporting a bandana that is black with orange BOO words all over it. He has a ghost one, too.  :)  And I found the cutest welcome sign that says "Black Cat Crossing" all orange and black and semi-sparkly.   Other changes to my apartment are cute flower arrangements. Dee says I could be an interior designer. That'd be fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlTYORSx2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/EqPTaxaG-y8/s1600-h/CIMG2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlTYORSx2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/EqPTaxaG-y8/s320/CIMG2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253822115916990306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So speaking of my real job. We didn't go back until Sept 26th. Then the kids came back that last Monday.   We've been busy.  But I feel on top of the world when it comes to school.  I am done with grades, have called more than enough parents of kids with bad grades, have my lesson plans done for the next 3 weeks, am challenging my AP class... I am actually feeling like an awesome teacher. Don't worry, I will be humbled soon I'm sure.  But I feel like I'm doing what I should.  One of my kids from last year dropped out and I'm trying to help get him back. He was one of those chem-chommers (the class of 5 that drove me crazy). But I was his favorite teacher. I mean, he didn't skip my class and would skip other classes just to say hi. And now he's not in school. I want so badly to help him. So I've been talking with his AP and the attendance officer.   I am also earning extra bucks doing TAKS tutorials.  And the Australian NASA events have been quiet lately but starting next week I have like 3 a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall get my hair cut, bring my new beta fish to school, replace my left brake light, try to act smart for my AP kids, and who knows what else. I like riding my bike to school, too (but not with my fish).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlTHtg8fVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UZAZEYdKL5g/s1600-h/CIMG2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlTHtg8fVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UZAZEYdKL5g/s320/CIMG2782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253821832246361426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac says hello. or meow.  Here's a link for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2213559&amp;amp;l=3b5f5&amp;amp;id=17825146"&gt;The last Couple weeks in photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7757692272624956290?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7757692272624956290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7757692272624956290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7757692272624956290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7757692272624956290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SOlS8DrpREI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aZCWakizqIw/s72-c/CIMG2772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-8767507255929423463</id><published>2008-09-22T14:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:49:25.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I am a quarter of a century old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfy2wB1BDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BWfPGAb4zJk/s1600-h/CIMG2684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfy2wB1BDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BWfPGAb4zJk/s320/CIMG2684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248930913143030834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a fabulous 25th birthday!  First, Lucki and I went shopping and I got a new fossil watch (from my parents!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lucki, Stephen, Matt, Lisa, Manny, Aubrey, Julie, Andrew, Sondra, Lisa, Rachelle all came out for dinner. We were going to go to the Olive Garden but the wait was so long so we went to a Thai place.  It was sooooooooooo yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfx4OEDt_I/AAAAAAAAANs/IqbpI6DxhkI/s1600-h/CIMG2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfx4OEDt_I/AAAAAAAAANs/IqbpI6DxhkI/s320/CIMG2696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248929838873688050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  Lucki, Stephen, Matt, Lisa, Manny, Aubrey, and Julie all came over to my place and we played this awesome game - Pop 5- it's from Cranium and much like it but way cooler and 80s/90s based. SO fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Courtney, Manny, AJ, Steve, Alina, Taylor, and Kristin joined our party and we had cake (which I made) and ice cream.  Half of them were allergic to Mac, unfortunately. So they didn't stay too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfxqqhEdfI/AAAAAAAAANk/BD-frp2uvdQ/s1600-h/CIMG2702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfxqqhEdfI/AAAAAAAAANk/BD-frp2uvdQ/s320/CIMG2702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248929605993395698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then that crew left and the original 8 got back to our hard core game playing.  :)   They discovered I have a weird super human trick- I can hold my nostrils together (without hands)----as I was acting out "Cabbage patch dolls"  haha. they have funny scrunched nose!  And people sure got a kick out of the dynamic Lucki and I have!  We are so much alike and we are SO funny together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night was a blast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucki got me a Vanilla Cupcake Yankee Candle, a cute purse mirror, a cute manicure set, and a GlamGirl frame. :) Matt and Lisa got me the cutest pink cake holder (you know, the stand type!).  And Aubrey got me a cute vase with flowers. Courtney got me a pretty scarf from Lous (uhm not sure how to spell it).  My folks got me iWork and the fossil watch. Call me spoiled. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfyGFuOznI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Q7PR3uDDZeI/s1600-h/CIMG2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfyGFuOznI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Q7PR3uDDZeI/s320/CIMG2715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248930077152824946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Manny and Mac- the stare down! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2211824&amp;amp;l=b6385&amp;amp;id=17825146"&gt;Birthday Photos.... click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2210424&amp;amp;l=6f754&amp;amp;id=17825146"&gt;More Ike Photos....click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-8767507255929423463?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8767507255929423463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=8767507255929423463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8767507255929423463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/8767507255929423463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-quarter-of-century-old.html' title='I am a quarter of a century old!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SNfy2wB1BDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BWfPGAb4zJk/s72-c/CIMG2684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4248408782338033128</id><published>2008-09-18T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:23:25.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeny Bopper</title><content type='html'>Andrew said I must use that as my next Blog title because I like the Jonas Brothers. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun- Aubrey and I did damage at Costco and had fun with some friends.  Today I organized and re-organized everything in my apartment. Goodness gracious it's clean and organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to my birthday.  It should be a cool one- I mean- I am turning 25. But I just feel like it's going to be dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I must work on AP Physics stuff. I've been avoiding it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4248408782338033128?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4248408782338033128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4248408782338033128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4248408782338033128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4248408782338033128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/tweeny-bopper.html' title='Tweeny Bopper'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-9167503427733285912</id><published>2008-09-16T14:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:58:54.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse at Jenn's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 years ago....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was about to turn 5&lt;br /&gt;~I was starting kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;~I had a new baby sister, Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 years ago....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was a bassoon player&lt;br /&gt;~I was not LDS&lt;br /&gt;~I was big on school dances and dates&lt;br /&gt;~I was a big nerd (math, science, 4.0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 years ago....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was in my second year at the University of Washington&lt;br /&gt;~I was planning on a mission in a year- I spent so much time with the missionaries!&lt;br /&gt;~I loved being an RA in the dorms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 years ago....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was walking in the cold, rainy streets of Chile! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;~I was struggling with insomnia (and still am)&lt;br /&gt;~I was about to have my first birthday on the mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This year....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I student taught in DC then graduated from BYU&lt;br /&gt;~I moved to Houston to start teaching Chemistry....then they changed me over to Physics and AP Physics C&lt;br /&gt;~I started working part time for NASA Space Center Houston&lt;br /&gt;~I got a cat, Mac&lt;br /&gt;~I have my own awesome apartment&lt;br /&gt;~I have had way too many boyfriends...nothing ever works out&lt;br /&gt;~I have read dozens of books&lt;br /&gt;~I am closer with my sister than ever before&lt;br /&gt;~I survived Hurricane Ike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I was happy to see my cat after the hurricane&lt;br /&gt;~I got power back in my apartment&lt;br /&gt;~I hung out with Lucki and Stephen&lt;br /&gt;~I caught up with a bunch of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I rode my bike and worked out&lt;br /&gt;~I worked on lesson plans&lt;br /&gt;~I just relaxed...Jenn-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the next year....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I will pay off all of my student loans and credit cards&lt;br /&gt;~I will maybe find someone to date...or marry...&lt;br /&gt;~I will be the best teacher I can be&lt;br /&gt;~I will try to understand better what Heavenly Father's plan for me is and have faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-9167503427733285912?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/9167503427733285912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=9167503427733285912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9167503427733285912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/9167503427733285912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/glimpse-at-jenns-life.html' title='A glimpse at Jenn&apos;s life'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-789233482035405441</id><published>2008-09-15T16:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:50:14.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><title type='text'>All is well</title><content type='html'>I came home today to my apartment. Mac greeted me, glad to be home.  He seemed a little freaked out, but it did run to me before telling me he was out of food...  He probably isn't happy I'm back because I gave him a bath today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got power back just an hour or so after I got home.  Hooray!  And the only damage to my apt is a few spots of water on the ceiling. Some, just a little, hit my sofa. Gross. But it's a slip cover...and that couch will one day be a 'basement couch'....   So they're going to check out the damage soon- I called my apt complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucki has power, too, so we'll get together. No school for the week. I'm going to see if they're cleanup stuff I can help out with tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/09/the_short_but_eventful_life_of.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/09/the_short_but_eventful_life_of.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-789233482035405441?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/789233482035405441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=789233482035405441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/789233482035405441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/789233482035405441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-is-well.html' title='All is well'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3669598643232204314</id><published>2008-09-12T12:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:50:25.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><title type='text'>Funny Hurricane News Reporter Comments</title><content type='html'>They were talking about what there is left in the grocery stores....and someone said that there were many people with cases of beer in their carts. The news reporters said "Every one is getting beer and alcohol!  Folks, you don't want to be intoxicated/out of it during a disaster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lady reporter said that lots of people were asking if this is the worst it's going to get (the storm is like 150 miles away) and she frankly said "Guys, it's still 150 miles away, of course it's going to get worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the radio they asked that we limit water use and thus limit shower usage...and I quote "get used to your own aromatic essence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3669598643232204314?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3669598643232204314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3669598643232204314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3669598643232204314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3669598643232204314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-hurricane-news-reporter-comments.html' title='Funny Hurricane News Reporter Comments'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7748201069570957019</id><published>2008-09-12T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:50:34.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons Hurricane Season Is Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;#10: Decorating the house (with plywood)&lt;br /&gt;#9: Dragging out boxes that haven't been used since last season&lt;br /&gt;#8: Last minute shopping in crowded stores&lt;br /&gt;#7: Regular TV shows pre-empted for 'Specials'&lt;br /&gt;#6: Family coming to stay with you&lt;br /&gt;#5: Family and friends from out of state calling you&lt;br /&gt;#4: Buying food you don't normally buy and in LARGE quantities&lt;br /&gt;#3: Days off from work (YIPPEE)&lt;br /&gt;#2: Candles (this could be romantic lol)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And the Number One reason Hurricane Season is like Christmas: At some&lt;br /&gt;point you're probably going to have a tree in your house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7748201069570957019?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7748201069570957019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7748201069570957019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7748201069570957019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7748201069570957019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-ten-reasons-hurricane-season-is.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Hurricane Season Is Like Christmas'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6576563178592399246</id><published>2008-09-11T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:50:49.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Gail's email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":11j" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;            &lt;div link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=":10l" class="VrHWId"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=":10l" class="VrHWId"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jennifer has evacuated from her apartment, and is staying with friends' family north of Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;To all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt;            Just in case anybody is wondering how close Jennifer is to hurricane Ike, her place is right in the path, and right on a bay of the Gulf of Mexico.  She evacuated last night, and is staying with her friends family in a town called Spring, north of Houston.  Her school has been shut down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt;            Love, gail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1392462124036688863-6576563178592399246?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6576563178592399246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=6576563178592399246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6576563178592399246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/6576563178592399246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/gails-email.html' title='Gail&apos;s email'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4366682330671409860</id><published>2008-09-10T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:51:15.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clumsy'/><title type='text'>Don't Trip.</title><content type='html'>So we've gotten through two weeks of school. And now it's the end of the third week. We just had school canceled Thursday and Friday for Hurricane Ike.  So just FYI...it's going to be over Saturday and I am up north with my best bud Aubrey at her Aunt's house.  I did leave Mac alone (partially because the aunt can't handle cats, second because he'll really be fine).  Anyways, it's going to all be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. so far so good. yesterday's AP class was CRAZY. I think I scared them to death. First, I handed back lab reports and I think they were disappointed.  I graded hard (which I didn't think I did).  Then I gave them a quiz- open note/book- just a problem from the book and over half of them got like 3/15 right (we graded it like an AP free response question).  So they were probably upset by that. And then I tried teaching them about how the integral of velocity is displacement----and so I tried teaching them HOW to do integrals...and they haven't 'learned it ' yet in Calculus...so I tried and easy approach...and some got it. So I think I stressed them out big time.    BUT they got some comic relief, unintentionally. This was my finest teaching moment....you ready....brace yourself...I tripped over this kid's backpack and then fell on top of a pile of meter sticks. Yup. I pile of meter sticks. I fell. completely. It took me a few minutes to regain composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun lab this week- rolly ball lab- trying to take the velocity of different balls in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of fun lately with Aubrey, Lucki, Matt (my teacher friend who keeps me sane), Derek, Andrew, and everyone. Life is pretty dang good. (Granted that the hurricane doesn't destroy my stuff and kill my cat. I pray that won't happen.)  Well, on that note I'm going to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4366682330671409860?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4366682330671409860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4366682330671409860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4366682330671409860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4366682330671409860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-trip.html' title='Don&apos;t Trip.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7485836369333565366</id><published>2008-09-01T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:51:32.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>This was the first week of school. I love my classes. They're already at different paces- some classes are way more smart than others.  And my AP kids do not intimidate me! I AM smarter than them.  I was scared of that.  But I have total control- it's a good feeling. I can challenge them!  And I had a really neat lab for them this week on relativity.  I feel really good about what I'm doing. And I'm very grateful for my friend Matt, the other Physics teacher. He is such a good friend and we keep each other sane.  On the flipside, there's always meetings, messed up schedules, and other annoyances that get in the way of teaching.  Eh. Matt helps me get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry- the hurricane is now a Category 2 and doesn't seem to be coming our way anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac says hello. He's still the same spaz as last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later, okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7485836369333565366?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7485836369333565366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7485836369333565366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7485836369333565366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7485836369333565366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4378738745545807685</id><published>2008-08-25T16:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:51:47.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day of school.  It was quite an interesting day.  First we had homeroom to hand out schedules. Borrrrring. Then I had first period conference...then advisory. We had advisory for like 1.5 hours!  Way too much time. I entertained them with making them get to know each other (which for 10th graders is quite uncomfortable for them).  I had fun.  My 2nd period physics class was very nice. 3rd period was a little hyper- they're going to be interesting.  A handful.  And my AP Physics C kids....oh goodness.  I was telling them about my Nasa job...and then as I was handing stuff out and this kid who I was near had the nerve to say this to me "Oh, sorry we weren't impressed about your Nasa experience.  Like 8 of us our on the Robonaut team and two of our dads are astronaut's."  (one being his dad.).  Matt said I should have said "Well what have YOU done" because he doesn't like kids who think they're all that because their parents are accomplished.  Good point.  And the science dept head said that was typical of that certain kid and next time I should just turn it into an assignment (say, write a paper on what it's like to be an astronaut's kid) and he'll never talk again.  Brainiacs. Total 180 from my other classes.  Oh, and I have a couple of my fav students from last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an interesting year!   Tomorrow is the second first day (block) and we shall see what's in store...crazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-4378738745545807685?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4378738745545807685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4378738745545807685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4378738745545807685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4378738745545807685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-48815675854054861</id><published>2008-08-24T20:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:36:47.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn's got her groove back</title><content type='html'>I do.  I've been in the mindset that I shouldn't and can't date for awhile.  But then I went and talked to the Bishop on the stand before Church and we just talked. I said I wasn't going to date boys for a while- then he jokingly said that I should say I'm not going to date anymore (so it doesn't sound like I'm dating girls instead, haha).  But he said there were lots of guys in our ward who speak spanish. .  Oh, okay.  And he said there are a lot of great guys in our ward (as he looked out amongst the group). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I am SO ready for school to start. I'm excited for my new classes- to see what this year brings. I'm excited for the challenges, for the triumphs, for the new people in my life, for everything Heavenly Father has in store for me.  I have a feeling it's going to be AMAZING.  I'm going to grow a lot and have a lot of awesome experiences. I feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-48815675854054861?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/48815675854054861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=48815675854054861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/48815675854054861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/48815675854054861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/jenns-got-her-groove-back.html' title='Jenn&apos;s got her groove back'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-1277918628789695538</id><published>2008-08-23T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:09:30.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for school!</title><content type='html'>I think I am ready for school.  We had some awful training this week, but not all awful.  The day with just physics -AP- was the best.  I feel pretty excited to teach these kids.  Even the AP class. And of course my room is super cute and happy, and I will be really really busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone has been annoying me all summer. It broke June 29th and then was on 'back order' so they gave me a 'backup' and each week they still said it was on back order then a month later they said oh, actually we don't make that phone anymore...so they said send it in to samsung and get it fixed. So I did.  Then it was freaking out (the phone) the other day so I bought a new one (what's up with stupid upgrade fees?!?!) and it had a music player but those phones don't work with Macs so I took it back today.  My old phone did turn on...and I have an iPhone on the way (it's unlocked so I can use with with T-Mobile still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac has been driving me bonkers. He ATE all the hair off of a new make-up brush!  He runs around like a crazy person. He gets all his play toys stuck under the sofa, fridge, and stove.  He bites my ankles lots at night and in the morning in bed. He knocks over my vases and frames.  And annoys company.  He's like a dog. and he's been eating a lot!!!  I'm trying to monitor it. But I hope he won't be a stupid fat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Monday.  Wonder what the year holds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1277918628789695538?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1277918628789695538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1277918628789695538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1277918628789695538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1277918628789695538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-for-school.html' title='ready for school!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-2798349217677802762</id><published>2008-08-16T14:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T15:06:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let it rain</title><content type='html'>it rained pretty hard today.  Well, that's just Houston.  But my thoughts...well, I miss my sister. At least she kept me busy and occupied.  Before her it was Sam that kept me busy and occupied.  Why am I letting him get to me so much?  I have NO appetite. Nothing sounds good. I don't want to go out. I'm sick of driving downtown (I did a ton this last week with my sister and then also before with Sam).  I'm not ready for school to start. Yes, my classroom looks great. But I have no lesson plans ready. I don't know. I'm not looking forward to teaching again. Yet I know it's what I'm supposed to do.  And I took up the extra NASA job...is that too much for me?  Pretty much I've been a lazy bum the last two days. I can't even concentrate enough to prepare my lesson for RS tomorrow. Crap. I never procrastinate.  I don't know what's wrong with me.  I even went to the Temple Thursday. I did a session and sealings (mainly as a child).  I just bawled in the celestial room. Why did there have to be so many hispanic temple workers there to remind me of Sam and what we could have had? To remind me how badly I wanted to serve 'his people'...as I loved them so much from the mission.  So I didn't exactly feel peace there. I felt confusion. Although I know I love the temple and still felt good about going there, but I really feel that He's leading me in the dark for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-2798349217677802762?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2798349217677802762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=2798349217677802762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2798349217677802762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/2798349217677802762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-it-rain.html' title='let it rain'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7993238634521165133</id><published>2008-08-14T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:12:48.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood of the Traveling Sister</title><content type='html'>So Jessica came to visit!  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to Space Center Houston- I had to work. But she got to meet all of my cool India kids!  It was pretty fun.  She got to see and experience all I do there!  And the banquet was nice as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Zoo- it was SO hot and all the animals were so sleepy!  And the otters were hiding. :(  haha. We also went to the Museum of Fine Arts...then we met up with Lucki at the Cypress Outlet Mall. We found some GREAT deals! How fun!  My new signature scent is Burberry London. ooh lala.  Then we went to the Luau up in the cypress area (church event). We ate, watched the dancing, and left.  We had a long day...and I felt bad making my sister hang out with church friends. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we slept in and then went to Church.  I talked to the Bishop about Sam...and while that was going on Sam found Jessica and talked with her (it wasn't bad, she just didn't really want to talk with him because he broke my heart, but they were very very nice to each other nonetheless).  The Bishop has no clue what's wrong with Sam.  Me either.  He wants to be my friend but I'm finding that VERY hard to do.  He's frustrating me. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Church my sister and I wandered- and got lost- in the Galleria mall. What a ridiculous mall!  So many expensive stores!  I found a couple jeans (on sale of course).  We ate at the Cheesecake Factory and then the mall closed and we got lost getting back to our car! We walked sooooo much!  It was kind of annoying. but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday was a nice day- Jessica was kind enough to help me set up my classroom- mainly all the posters. It took a lot of work so I really appreciated her help!  Then after we went to Galveston with Lucki!  We got some sun...and then Lucki got heat rash so we had to get her home. At least we got an hour at the beach....her rash was SO bad! poor thing!  My sister still insisted that we go to the pool when we got back, so we did. Then we wandered around Kemah and ate at Joe's Crab Shack and then went to Lucki's and watched their wedding video!  It was funny!  (because of their comments!)  I also asked why Stephen's nickname is Stevebob...Lucki said that some friend called him that like sponge bob...then I said but what about the steve part?  haha.  I really didn't think about the connection! Stephen is such a Stephen to me, not Steve!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was full of craziness.  We went to the Aquarium (SO lame- it took like 5-10 minutes to walk through. Don't ever go there).  Then we went to the Museum of Natural Science. The Chemistry part was really cool- but everything cost more- like to go to the IMAX (which we did) or the Rock museum (which was funny- my sister thought it was a Hard Rock and Roll museum not just a rock museum!).  Then we went to the coolest museum- the health museum. It was SO fun and interactive.  You have to go to that one!  We also went out to eat at Rice Village at my fav thai place.  Then we ran into traffic on the way home. I also embarrassed Jessica by asking someone where the restroom was at Academy (a sports store)...and well that person clearly didn't work there. It was awkward. whoops.  We went to the Bay Area Mall and Jessica got a few things.  And the infamous Plato's closet. haha.  Then we watched Hitch. Every night was a different movie...she can't fall alseep without that. Oh, and we went to the pool again that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day was pretty chill- we went back to Nasa with my friend Sean and took the tour of Mission Control, ISS Mock up, and Rocket Park.  And souvenirs...haha.  Then we went to the pool all afternoon.  I got a little burnt.  Then Andrew took us out to dinner at a fun Hibachi grill and then we went hottubbing. Then my sister made me watch From G's to Gents. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried saying goodbye today.  I'm really proud of who she is. I really care about what she thinks of me and we are really close for being sisters.  We don't always see eye to eye but we really do love and care about one another- and love so many things about each other. I learned a lot about her this week.  She's grown up so much and she's just such a sweet, wonderful person.  She cares so much. She's funny and beautiful. Gosh, she's so pretty.  She's also not afraid to put me in my place. Sometimes I can be a bit selfish or thoughtless.  She's strong and confident, yet has such a soft side.  I love her so much. I already miss her.  I wish I could put into words how much I love her and adore her for who she is.  Love you, Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7993238634521165133?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7993238634521165133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7993238634521165133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7993238634521165133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7993238634521165133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/sisterhood-of-traveling-sister.html' title='Sisterhood of the Traveling Sister'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-6164306202458263465</id><published>2008-08-05T15:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:48:26.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More priceless words from Brother Holliday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is from my favorite institute teacher ever. He always knows what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jenn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am sorry to hear about your latest  disappointment.  I know it is discouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One of your many strengths is that you are cheery  by nature and never stay down for long.  Its is one of the things that  makes you attractive to a wide variety of people.  Even losers are  attracted by individuals with your level of attributes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So use your strength.  Get the tears out if  necessary and then cinch up and move on.  The Lord knows your heart and  will still lead you.  After all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He just  eliminated another loser from your life and prevented you from making learning  about it after it was too late to easily back out.  See that as a sign that  He knows your heart and is watching out for you.  In time you will look  back and be so grateful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Consider getting a blessing from your bishop and  listen carefully to what is said.  Then go forward with faith and let  the Spirit help you discern the losers before you invest too much of your  heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You are a wonderful and beautiful person and I am  proud to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;David Holliday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-6164306202458263465?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-4300486621594441895</id><published>2008-08-04T18:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:38:47.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Takes a Dip</title><content type='html'>I was being mean and dipped Mac in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5182b3fb3c082b6a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4300486621594441895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=4300486621594441895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4300486621594441895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/4300486621594441895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/mac-takes-dip.html' title='Mac Takes a Dip'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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It holds up to an hour worth of video with sound...and has a USB on the side that 'flips' out for super each hook up to your computer.  I took some videos this week, of mac and of space school with Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ffbcd838d97dded" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ffbcd838d97dded%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073017%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3471F262D0DA81917464E9965271FBBC344AF2AA.6641F39913C13A6AAF87F1C0C7C2D53356852742%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ffbcd838d97dded%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFLMKahj4GW5IQb_RdfJNST2Fsi8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ffbcd838d97dded%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073017%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3471F262D0DA81917464E9965271FBBC344AF2AA.6641F39913C13A6AAF87F1C0C7C2D53356852742%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ffbcd838d97dded%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFLMKahj4GW5IQb_RdfJNST2Fsi8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-1307036054667205374?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6ffbcd838d97dded&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1307036054667205374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=1307036054667205374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1307036054667205374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/1307036054667205374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-flip-video-camera.html' title='New Flip Video Camera'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3449836582342300343</id><published>2008-08-02T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:45:17.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random stress</title><content type='html'>Drama drama drama.  Not exactly...but life has been a bit stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stupid TeXes Teacher certification tests in chem/physics (one test) and pedagogy.  Done.  Good. Hope to never have to deal with that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am so not ready for school to start.  Was I supposed to do lesson plans or something?  I mean, I've been studying physics, but I feel utterly under prepared. And my classroom isn't even set up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My doctor keeps inspiring me to be better and healthier.  I've been doing by best to conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space School this week was  amazing.  Taiwan. The best group of kids ever.  I loved them.  They did so well and it was just an amazing week.  I'll try to post some videos- I have a cool new video camera with a usb hook up. :)    The banquet last night was so fun. I loved Allie- the interpreter they had.  Just awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica comes to visit me- she arrives next Thursday night. We'll go to Space School that Friday ...and then the Zoo and the Aquarium, a couple museums, Galveston beach, the Galleria (fancy mall), and wherever else we feel like.   She'll be with me until the following Thursday morning.  Hope we have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I write again I send you my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3449836582342300343?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3449836582342300343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3449836582342300343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3449836582342300343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3449836582342300343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-stress.html' title='random stress'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3717496016165638105</id><published>2008-07-19T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:44:06.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Radin Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIZ0pqCw4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0gh2E5JKCK0/s1600-h/CIMG2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIZ0pqCw4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0gh2E5JKCK0/s320/CIMG2281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224766910029284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So last night Christian, Sam, me (in one car), and Jacob, Magnolia, Rudy, and Brittany (in the other car) drove up to Austin to see Vanessa Carlton and Joshua Radin!  It was a sweet concert!  We especially loved Joshua Radin!   (we, uh, never heard him before...but he rocks.)  Sam and I ate at the coolest Thai restaurant (they're going to sell him, maybe, their paintings of New York that Sam loves...hahaha).  We didn't get home until 4am!  But it was a fun trip!  We got a picture with Joshua! how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIZ-jUy2VI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cUNUQ4g0rP0/s1600-h/CIMG2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIZ-jUy2VI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cUNUQ4g0rP0/s320/CIMG2286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224767080128239954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIaOS04IOI/AAAAAAAAALE/WI_mK23cvYQ/s1600-h/CIMG2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIaOS04IOI/AAAAAAAAALE/WI_mK23cvYQ/s320/CIMG2280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224767350577307874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3717496016165638105?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3717496016165638105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3717496016165638105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3717496016165638105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3717496016165638105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/07/joshua-raden-concert.html' title='Joshua Radin Concert'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SIIZ0pqCw4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0gh2E5JKCK0/s72-c/CIMG2281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-7232532648579978026</id><published>2008-07-17T12:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:43:42.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Using My Talents...</title><content type='html'>SO I am SO glad that I stood up for myself and professionally dealt with Ally about my concerns and inputs about what has happened to Lucki and I this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ally met with me to tell me she apologizes for John's actions.  She also told me she wants to keep me around- doing Space School next year (if we find someone good for me to work with...) and also she would like to use my talents for the Video-Casts they do with Australia.  This girl is in charge of that and they teach an hour long class live to kids in Australia, so it takes place in the evening on a sparatic basis.  It's growing so she said I seem like the type who would be perfect in front of a camera teaching!  How neat is that!?!  And it's not 'working for John'...haha.  She also changed John's schedule so I don't have to work a full week of Space School with him- only a day or two!  Sweeeet!  Then it's Don. And Don is easy to work with.  So with the VideoCast it looks like I'll have stuff to do during the school year, to stick around!  Sweeeet.  Looks like I've won over Ally, just for communicating professionally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-7232532648579978026?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7232532648579978026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=7232532648579978026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7232532648579978026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/7232532648579978026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/07/using-my-talents.html' title='Using My Talents...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-3762919334957406612</id><published>2008-07-12T14:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:47:10.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Girly Enjoys Time Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqlS_sRwtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r5WhThAZ9RQ/s1600-h/CIMG2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqlS_sRwtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r5WhThAZ9RQ/s320/CIMG2146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668463642886866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life. It's always an adventure!!  So I'm definitely learning patience with the stupid NASA job. Apparently, John (our male boss) is a super jerk and is known for that throughout the whole Space Center Houston. I will meet, calmly, with his boss this week to discuss my issues (uh, lack of training and communication!!  Instead of saying the screwed us over, which is true as well).  I work part time next week (what the heck?) and then the next week I'll be at Rice University for an AP Physics C training!  I'm excited for that. I've been studying my physics- I have my teacher test August 2nd.  Then Jessica comes the next week! I'm stoked.  I need to hide my credit cards till then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun things I did this week because I didn't work---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; went to the beach with friends, it's like 30 min away. Fabulous warm, yet salty water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Shopping. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Reading a ton.  Right now I'm reading PS, I love you.  MUCH better than the movie. My other recommendations are anything by Sophie Kinsella- she write the Shopaholic series- Confessions of a Shopaholic, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan and three more in that series. I just found out she has a new book! Can't wait to read it.  I relate to her characters very much.  Except I'm not in debt like that!  haha.  They're british authors. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Music!  Pandora.com is amazing.  My new favorite artist, kinda quirky, is Kate Nash. Such great funny, British songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Moving things to my classroom.  My classroom, the new one, is being used until the 24th, but everything is at least in the store room. So soon I can set up my new room. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Uh, studying physics. nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Exercising a lot! (hooray!)  I'm working on my abs. They are rather soft.  haha. Sam thinks it's cute. Like I'm skinny but my abs just don't exist. working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Eating tons of veggies and fruits. I'm proud of myself. I am loving this great new habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Swap Meet with girls from church- we brought all our old clothes and swapped clothes!  I got some dang cute stuff and cleaned out my closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Played with Mac. He loves company and loves playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;Got lots of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;Dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;Contemplating quitting. If things don't go well with Allison this week I totally will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoying not having stresses of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Getting pulled over. It was just a warning. I was late to my derm. appointment and my doctor said that cop pulls everyone over!  haha.  Oh well. I got microdermabrasion treatment for my scars on my chin.  So my skin is reallllly dry right now, but it'll get better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqmCvUTiBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rqoG303zpH8/s1600-h/CIMG2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqmCvUTiBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rqoG303zpH8/s320/CIMG2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669283881093138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Danielle, Luke, and Danielle's roommate Rory are on this crazy long road trip throughout the country!  They called me Thursday morning to say they're in Austin and were headed to Houston!  So I got to see them Thursday n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqm9guJDdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dt6dDALqWoc/s1600-h/CIMG2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqm9guJDdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dt6dDALqWoc/s320/CIMG2269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222670293575208402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ight!  They crashed at my place for a couple days, even though I already had made plans to go to Dallas Friday for the weekend... so random.  They had a blast with my Macster, too.  I left them fun things/places to do... And at least I got to see them and let them use my apartment!  Danielle gave me the prettiest earrings she made! :)  How sweet.  I hope they had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqmUts8s1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3BquDhJQ8So/s1600-h/CIMG2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqmUts8s1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/3BquDhJQ8So/s320/CIMG2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669592685228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast in Dallas!  Tammy lives there with her hubby. And she's in beauty school. So I went and got a pedicure (with cute flower art on my toes) and a french manicure and such!  We went and got cute earrings, I bought a really cool hair extension that's all cute and curly...will show pictures...we're such girly girls. And we LOVE laughing about the mission. We were the funniest companions. She's the one who peed her pants, and the one I was with when I ate too many beets and had 'issues', and also when I got my arm stuck in the bus door, or when we had ants all over our valentine cookies and still gave them out....man we were so funny. So it's been priceless girl time together. Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-3762919334957406612?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3762919334957406612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=3762919334957406612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3762919334957406612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/3762919334957406612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/07/miss-girly-enjoys-time-off.html' title='Miss Girly Enjoys Time Off'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yGXEkBR6hxE/SHqlS_sRwtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r5WhThAZ9RQ/s72-c/CIMG2146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392462124036688863.post-321351644044190104</id><published>2008-07-05T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:55:26.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cat bandanas, doctors, and dates</title><content type='html'>I should patent cat bandannas.  For around their neck, like a collar.  Mac is sporting a japanese one yesterday.   As in japanese print. I have a couple other fabrics, too. He's one good-looking cat, if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new doctor rocks. I'm supposed to work out 1 hr every day and eat tons of fruits and veggies... she's going to get me off of my sleeping medicine!  and maybe my anxiety meds, too. She has a real different view of medicine. It's awesome.  I really hope I can change my habits for the better!  I already feel better...and could take a nap today (that never happens).  And I have lots of healthy food to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth of July was a blast!  I made burgers for a few of my friends (Stan, Dan, and Matt...yes, all boys I know).  Then we headed up to Virginia's apartment downtown to play water games with a bunch of folks. It was a blast.  Then we got to watch the downtown fireworks from up top a parking complex.  It was a pretty impressive show.  Then we went and played games at another gals' super fancy apartment...and stayed out late...(again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the temple. Gosh it was so amazing. I felt such happiness and peace. I really need to go more!  I am excited to fast tonight/tomorrow, too.  I am going to make steaks for dinner tomorrow (but I can't find the yoshiba marinade my dad always uses for flank steaks...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Jenn moments-&lt;br /&gt;At Office Depot I was at the cash register. I apparently was singing along to whatever song was playing in the store because the clerk stated that I must like that song. Gosh, i didn't realize!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam also noted that I sing to songs I don't even know the words to. He thought it was cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sam how clumsy I was, right...and I did totally trip and fall on our date. haha.  good laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Milo and Otis today. how silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go to Dallas this next weekend to see Tammy (and get some beauty school pampering...).  I have the week off. I'm also going to change my classrooms at the high school and get that all set up for next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all the randomness on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392462124036688863-321351644044190104?l=nitrojenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/feeds/321351644044190104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392462124036688863&amp;postID=321351644044190104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/321351644044190104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392462124036688863/posts/default/321351644044190104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitrojenn.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat-bandanas-doctors-and-dates.html' title='cat bandanas, doctors, and dates'/><author><name>Jenn</name><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/_yGXEkBR6hxE/ShA6U3OzErI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uH_n0WAV6Cc/S220/CIMG3736.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
