<?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-2754660773507772972</id><updated>2011-10-10T13:51:27.798-07:00</updated><category term='mayday parade you&apos;ll be the anchor'/><category term='Westboro Baptist Church Judge God Hates Fags'/><category term='world war II love letters grandparents'/><category term='free hugs downtown orlando'/><title type='text'>Girl Packs A Punch!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8912445852167088888</id><published>2011-07-14T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:58:30.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Angelo Texas...</title><content type='html'>Is without a doubt the hottest place I lived. This coming from the girl who lived in Florida, and southern California.. I'm currently in the lobby of the base hotel we're staying at... Cody's sitting next to me playing mafia wars haha :) and really, he's worth the heat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be much happier once we're living in Maryland... counting down the days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8912445852167088888?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8912445852167088888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8912445852167088888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8912445852167088888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8912445852167088888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/07/san-angelo-texas.html' title='San Angelo Texas...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-280806711251048926</id><published>2011-07-06T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:15:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to remember me...</title><content type='html'>Hey momma, don't forget... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell my big brothers I'll see them in the fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5626288959191435474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OqgANXosYjY/ThSX_8BOyNI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fUjMZfQo4xg/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell Granny that I miss her &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I should give her a call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5626288975529224946'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_GtLafQwxQ4/ThSYA44dqvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JpOhB6yQe9Q/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And make sure you tell Daddy that I'm still his little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5626288992954985906'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yS5Kjb5abyE/ThSYB5zFrbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3ORymlGPRJs/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5626289007436293394'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RMR005mJlOY/ThSYCvvs5RI/AAAAAAAAAnI/xcpQRmILzHM/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='174' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=San%20Angelo%20Texas&amp;z=10'&gt;San Angelo Texas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-280806711251048926?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/280806711251048926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=280806711251048926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/280806711251048926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/280806711251048926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/07/don-forget-to-remember-me.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t forget to remember me...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OqgANXosYjY/ThSX_8BOyNI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fUjMZfQo4xg/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5552696369922261893</id><published>2011-07-05T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T05:54:38.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise :)</title><content type='html'>Cody and I couldn't do the whole 3 months without each other.. So I now live in Texas :) yesterday was the 4th! And was the best one I've ever had! Stayed in bed till 230 haha watching the Casey Anthony case.. Guilty whore.. Then went out a grilled up some steaks! In 104 degree weather! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5625850793745284082'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1QGAfoYAeb0/ThMJfWiJe_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/UWrub8p4U4s/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and saw the new Transformers.. Which was so funny watching it so close to a military base lol especially when optimis prime gave his "independence and freedom" speech! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course we went to the lake and waiting for fireworks :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5625850815020534994'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hYP593XAkaw/ThMJglykDNI/AAAAAAAAAms/OBUgDHVCyt4/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5625850835621307938'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-b3m_WJm1ZQ8/ThMJhyiK5iI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hPS3stiIfF8/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5625850851105897858'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vC2u5LzIuw8/ThMJisN-_YI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AkcdGq65dFk/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='207' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5625850855397428866'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Tf2D9WOHoAg/ThMJi8NKjoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GFRB51KBjQA/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond perfect day :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5552696369922261893?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5552696369922261893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5552696369922261893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5552696369922261893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5552696369922261893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/07/surprise.html' title='Surprise :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1QGAfoYAeb0/ThMJfWiJe_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/UWrub8p4U4s/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8617739901862866186</id><published>2011-06-07T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:45:28.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing.. Packing.. And more packing..</title><content type='html'>With just two days before we make the 7 1/2 hour drive back to Orlando.. I have to pack up everything! You would think, just two people and a small dog, we wouldn't have that much stuff.. Ohhhh boy would you be wrong :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5615519953670207922'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Gm92BcpJ0BU/Te5VpUOhebI/AAAAAAAAAmk/U17Q8POZxZA/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fit all of this into my already packed chevy cobalt.. How will I do it? No clue.. But I once saw 9 mexicans get out of one Honda Civic.. This will happen!! As if my day hasn't been stressful enough though.. A dislocated knee was added to it. Cody didn't believe me till I told him to put his hand there and wait for the pop.. Oh and did I make it POP! God, please make today a little less stressful.. Oh and heal my pain :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8617739901862866186?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8617739901862866186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8617739901862866186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8617739901862866186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8617739901862866186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/06/packing-packing-and-more-packing.html' title='Packing.. Packing.. And more packing..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Gm92BcpJ0BU/Te5VpUOhebI/AAAAAAAAAmk/U17Q8POZxZA/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3469711559505041770</id><published>2011-06-05T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:49:06.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gator football 2011</title><content type='html'>With things like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5614886939840336514'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H_vLGEvwqZw/TewV7D8p0oI/AAAAAAAAAmc/l9AtusC-x3s/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets me pretty stoked for football season! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5614886957674351042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-cmTxVPlada8/TewV8GYnScI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hNl19t_HHHw/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='240' height='180' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3469711559505041770?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3469711559505041770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3469711559505041770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3469711559505041770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3469711559505041770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/06/gator-football-2011.html' title='Gator football 2011'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-H_vLGEvwqZw/TewV7D8p0oI/AAAAAAAAAmc/l9AtusC-x3s/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5807292593235611973</id><published>2011-06-03T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:13:06.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day :)</title><content type='html'>Today was a special day! Cody graduated from A school with honors, and is officially a CTR in The United States Navy :) I was so proud to watch him walk up there and receive his certificate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5614181809040559586'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-c386EpcRy_M/TemUnDBSjeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BLv7g9JxX8I/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5614181833956890290'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JAYMP9shBMc/TemUof1zlrI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/caC6_7S5CqE/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5614181852331879842'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--1pVOO8Wo5A/TemUpkSvraI/AAAAAAAAAmU/bKtzCJBqNJM/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They worship Petty Officer Ramone :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5614181888354722482'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NsWZPkdvwLI/TemUrqfQorI/AAAAAAAAAmY/31OGt_M89rg/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='188' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats baby!! :) looking sooo sexy in your dress whites :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5807292593235611973?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5807292593235611973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5807292593235611973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5807292593235611973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5807292593235611973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-c386EpcRy_M/TemUnDBSjeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BLv7g9JxX8I/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8467279495796923006</id><published>2011-06-02T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:56:46.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>I think the only way I could cover what's happened the past 6 months is if I go month by month.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of December was pretty much just anticipating seeing Cody on the 7th for his Navy Graduation! His mom and dad paid for my ticket to Chicago, and it was everything I thought it would be and more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613759909031492082'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2QvVGNK7w5E/TegU5PAmufI/AAAAAAAAAlI/phgWSi_Ty9k/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was seriously one of the best months of my life.. Chicago was the best way to start out 2011! Just after Chicago me and Taylor went to Pensacola to see Cody! It's about 7 hours from Orlando.. But completely worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613759932828875442'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tvrzCaCQ3rk/TegU6nqV-rI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_l09qT4as3U/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ready for the best part?? Me and Cody got OFFICIALLY ENGAGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613759943703571602'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-P6O68XPQK68/TegU7QLErJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7qhz_zzpRyw/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613759960135535282'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Jf_HdeMkDA8/TegU8NYwirI/AAAAAAAAAlU/8lpbs2eqpOU/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613759980974349138'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MB32Vbr5CMs/TegU9bBHm1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/dSlZlx-HX7c/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed back to Gainesville.. And it was time to celebrate the big 21!!!! :) most of you know I don't drink but I did on my birthday hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760002493505970'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xGprak06nr4/TegU-rLr4bI/AAAAAAAAAlc/r9L_yIzPuYY/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760021423394994'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lt2B2MisU-A/TegU_xs7ELI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ml8BA6i_Bgk/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760043301162466'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FKDWx2_Fu4w/TegVBDM_TeI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Mc9EievR9eA/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760059359372338'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jjPdHfHAqxg/TegVB_BkJDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/o89ZBCsR100/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760082173491746'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yBmK1sydouI/TegVDUA3-iI/AAAAAAAAAls/DYwmXDCMMuk/s288/10.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was maybe the biggest month of my life :) I had the most amazing Valentines Day, and on the 16th, I married my best friend and became Jessica Jean Gallo :) a week later in March, I went to California for two weeks! It was great catching up with old friends, and going to Fusion! The plane ride back was a nightmare.. Three cancellations, bumped to first class every flight though! Ended up being in 4 major airports in 26 hours of flying! That's insane right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760097379440242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WaDrzrOHQR8/TegVEMqQVnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WeZuprhs3Ec/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760105387087730'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NRU2Enlhwjw/TegVEqfbV3I/AAAAAAAAAl0/-NPXlUKF36U/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Pensacola just after that and it's where I've been since then! I can safely say this is the happiest I've ever been! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760140146782674'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Lbazu6H7dDk/TegVGr-yMdI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Xr4QsfC1IZY/s288/11.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760164630027762'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zTeEYFMxv34/TegVIHMC3fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qkY3m682yFw/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760185000286386'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ajSkyDf14cA/TegVJTEsWLI/AAAAAAAAAmA/4uWFLqpz6RM/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760204792912114'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8tIlhohiFjA/TegVKczn2PI/AAAAAAAAAmE/nWUdGGzSieg/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living in Pensacola for a few months.. I'll be sadly leaving and going back to Orlando, and Cody will be off to Texas for 3 months of schooling.. It's going to be the worst being apart from him, but I'm looking forward to moving to WASHINGTON DC!!!! In September! :) I'm gonna deffff be writing more often.. I won't have much to do for the next three months! :) hope all is well world &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - I have two new best friends.. Bethany and Kellie.. These girls mean the world to me!! And I'm sure you'll see some of them in coming up dates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/GirlPacksAPunch?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKv2vLl-vqAJA#5613760213025359954'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-L8SzkIK_GpU/TegVK7eZCFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/iTFO0SX7jNI/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='179' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8467279495796923006?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8467279495796923006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8467279495796923006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8467279495796923006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8467279495796923006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow-it-been-while.html' title='Wow! It&amp;#39;s been a while..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2QvVGNK7w5E/TegU5PAmufI/AAAAAAAAAlI/phgWSi_Ty9k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5220801986724888952</id><published>2010-12-13T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:58:12.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to a good start :)</title><content type='html'>First night/day in the new place has been amazing! You've never lived till you've lived by yourself! No roommate coming in the apartment all hours of the night, keeping you awake and stealing your food lol.. Felt good loading my fridge knowing someone wasn't going to eat it but me! Me and Chloe spent the day cleaning and putting up out tree! Ha I got her two gators chew toys today.. And we put up the tree! She's in heaven here..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5550305001369626450'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQak_fG151I/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZypwDEJcBIQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='196' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting here now watching How the Grinch stoke Christmas.. :) how about Floridas weather today/night?!!! High of 45 and tonights low and 9 hour freeze will hit 18 degrees!!!! I hardly feel like I live in Florida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna curl up, write Cody and go to bed early! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5220801986724888952?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5220801986724888952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5220801986724888952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5220801986724888952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5220801986724888952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-to-good-start.html' title='Off to a good start :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQak_fG151I/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZypwDEJcBIQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5953727614376737993</id><published>2010-12-12T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:21:24.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm a person who dresses my dog all time... Judge me! But Chloe loves it! I had one of those AWEE! moments when walking through Target.. Found Chloes Holiday outfit :) she rings when she walks and it's the cutest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5549878061173876642'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQUgsS8Ap6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/_p2eV0kvLRA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='211' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babygirl is adorable :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5953727614376737993?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5953727614376737993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5953727614376737993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5953727614376737993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5953727614376737993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQUgsS8Ap6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/_p2eV0kvLRA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-1447443502263744943</id><published>2010-12-10T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:20:56.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick life...</title><content type='html'>Oh no.. Not like "BROOO that's sick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like.. "I'm sick and can't manage to pull myself out of bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday night and all my friends are out dancing the night away.. Meanwhile I'm stuck at home, practically cemented to my bed, watching episodes of Entourage and Dexter. I'm praying I feel just a tad bit better tomorrow.. This weekend was suppose to be spent finishing moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone else enjoys getting drunk and making bad decisions tonight!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5549274923689035554'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQL8JEt3xyI/AAAAAAAAAks/Iaqr7OsMtXo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='168' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1447443502263744943?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1447443502263744943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1447443502263744943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1447443502263744943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1447443502263744943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/sick-life.html' title='Sick life...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQL8JEt3xyI/AAAAAAAAAks/Iaqr7OsMtXo/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-1870051833261593294</id><published>2010-12-09T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:08:21.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhh today!</title><content type='html'>I know you're gonna be so long... And SLOW! Good thing it's my last day of work in Orlando FOREVER! Haha sad but happy day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5548730526312758530'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQENA-c8_QI/AAAAAAAAAko/vZs5hdi_6ps/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have to step foot in this place again! I'll miss the sushi hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be blogging all day today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1870051833261593294?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1870051833261593294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1870051833261593294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1870051833261593294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1870051833261593294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/ohhhhhh-today.html' title='Ohhhhhh today!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQENA-c8_QI/AAAAAAAAAko/vZs5hdi_6ps/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7357646743189307056</id><published>2010-12-08T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:49:44.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG BANG!</title><content type='html'>I did a lot today. Yay for productive days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was questioned by the FBI about my boyfriend.. People can't say they do that every day. Pretty intense.. Especially cause the "special agent" was big and black... Not fat at all.. Niggga was stacked! He was pretty fierce. Asking questions like "Could Cody be trusted with Top Secret information for the gov?" "Has Cody been out of the country or in contact with anyone outside of the country in the past two years?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtfff!? Haha they were all pretty redic questions.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Taylors and Christians to hangout and play blackOPS for a bit.. Then Courtney picked us up for BANG BANG SHRIMP! I always look forward to Wednesdays just for it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's now time for bed... Im beat! Work tomorrow will go by SUPER SLOW! But I get to see my best friend after :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooodnight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7357646743189307056?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7357646743189307056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7357646743189307056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7357646743189307056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7357646743189307056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/bang-bang.html' title='BANG BANG!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-1157087357062033</id><published>2010-12-08T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:40:51.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine.</title><content type='html'>"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5548522430050930994'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQBPwLd5ETI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ct0V39wKyXw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='243' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone loves you when you're 6ft under." - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years. Rest in Peace darlin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1157087357062033?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1157087357062033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1157087357062033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1157087357062033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1157087357062033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine.html' title='Imagine.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TQBPwLd5ETI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ct0V39wKyXw/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6750027106770793962</id><published>2010-12-07T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:38:46.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days left...</title><content type='html'>30 days and 20 letters left till Codys graduation. Thanks God while he's in A-School he'll be able to call me. Since he's been in bootcamp he's only been able to call me three times. :( Talking and sharing stories through a piece of paper is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Its romantic in a way. I have those things he's said to me (which are the sweetest) recorded on a piece of paper I'll have forever. I just miss his voice.. The way he breathes. The way he gets so excited when he laughs at his own corny jokes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I laid eyes on Cody. He walked with a slouch.. He was dressed in a Hollister shirt and baggy shorts.. Haha completely not my type at all.. But made it look adorable. Don't even ask me how I felt the first time I saw his smile.. His smile was like the ones they used on toothpaste commercials. They were obviously to perfect to be given to him that way.. I saw the years of very obvious braces because they were just amazing.. It was a feeling I couldn't ever describe.. As cheesy as it is.. Everything about him took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first month of our relationship was as perfect as his smile. We had a near magical first kiss (caused by one of his amazing witty comments), we saw eachother what seemed like everyday and I didn't find myself getting tired of him. I woke up every morning with a "Good Morning beautiful" text.. And went to sleep every night with a "Goodnight Beautiful, sweet dreams" text. It was like God listened to what I was asking for. My perfect guy. The one I knew from the start that we were made for eachother. I'm not gonna sit here and type till my fingers bleed and tell you my relationship with Cody is perfect. Because it's far from it. But not being with him.. Or even breaking up with him can't ever completely cross my mind. It'll be like pullin the plug of my life support. Because this boy makes me feel more alive then I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just 30 days left.. 29 days and 30 nights. I can do this. When he first left I could barely catch my breath.. But now I just feel like it's getting easier. Time really does heal all wounds. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I will make it. We will make it. I will marry Cody Gallo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6750027106770793962?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6750027106770793962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6750027106770793962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6750027106770793962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6750027106770793962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-days-left.html' title='30 days left...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3929338554882714306</id><published>2010-12-06T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:58:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh so excited!</title><content type='html'>So going through some stuff as we're finishing up moving.. I found some stuff from my Grandmother.. And I found this old Bridal magazine.. Of course me the wanna-be wedding coordinator.. I FLIPPED out! I had to take some pictures of the pages.. It's dated in 1938-1939! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547738386749789746'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TP2Gq2kFFjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OfgQqg2jEG0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547738404452934930'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TP2Gr4g1pRI/AAAAAAAAAkU/WoF11_J6SuI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547738437086750338'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TP2GtyFWJoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NE8Qwde0oQc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547738463071883378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TP2GvS4r0HI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SDLdBBptcb4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547738502118787154'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TP2GxkWMSFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/GyAnajBDtBY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea now you see why I was so excited!! Thank you Mamae for saving this &lt;3 Rest in Peace. Love you! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3929338554882714306?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3929338554882714306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3929338554882714306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3929338554882714306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3929338554882714306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahhh-so-excited.html' title='Ahhh so excited!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TP2Gq2kFFjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OfgQqg2jEG0/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7633157759849804125</id><published>2010-12-05T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:10:15.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed</title><content type='html'>So I've seen all the Twilight movies.. But we did all three in one day tonight. I wasn't as interested in it as I am now haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547370357224414402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPw38tvknMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xiBA-WDrgJA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's just say I'm SOO Team Edward.. Only because I want Jacob to my self ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5547370374124686306'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPw39ss6S-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/r8k1NcA2p6U/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='225' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching more movies with the family. We all had a suppppper lazy weekend. :) tomorrow back to reality.. Gotta write Cody then head to bed. Goooodnight!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7633157759849804125?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7633157759849804125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7633157759849804125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7633157759849804125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7633157759849804125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPw38tvknMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xiBA-WDrgJA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2570935448832401080</id><published>2010-12-03T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:25:09.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts.</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today.. Went to the bank.. Worked out.. Then had a sushi date with my best friend :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5546662933485304466'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPm0jO83upI/AAAAAAAAAkA/MiAid5k_tHc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of today giving haircuts to the guys in my family. Their most of the time pretty easy.. 3 up top.. 2 and 1 for fade of the bottom.. But my Dad let his grow out so much that I... Well.. Hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5546662964987082610'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPm0lETet3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/FbU4TyzQIn0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea he's 47.. That's not stoppin' him from rockin' the 50's greaser.. "I look like Adam Lambert." hahahahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2570935448832401080?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2570935448832401080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2570935448832401080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2570935448832401080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2570935448832401080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPm0jO83upI/AAAAAAAAAkA/MiAid5k_tHc/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-123734029493326504</id><published>2010-12-02T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:15:28.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday..</title><content type='html'>Seems like everyday just gets harder. I like the ones that just kinda fly by.. But they still seem impossible half the time.. Like why can't I just forget that he's not around and doing something to better himself! He's doing it for me! I just want my boyfriend back. I hate how the military works. :( it sucks that he can just come home whenever he wants. He can't even call me whenever he wants. I need him back now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at my phone while eating dinner tonight I FLIPPED out.. I had a vmail from Cody and my phone never even rang. I PRAYED he call back.. Sure enough 5 minutes later he called again :) talked for about 15 minutes and all I needed to hear him say was I love you. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try and blog everyday this month. Not promising hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll start the 365 project again :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I wasn't cooking for just one :( but, I made a yummmmmy dinner tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5546304803255338530'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPhu1T4TxiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/U6cWxgUFRzA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='201' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-123734029493326504?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/123734029493326504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=123734029493326504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/123734029493326504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/123734029493326504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/everyday.html' title='Everyday..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPhu1T4TxiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/U6cWxgUFRzA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7834695696080793839</id><published>2010-12-01T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:32:08.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December!</title><content type='html'>This past month has been the longest month of my life! But!! At the same time I can't believe it's December! My birthday is next month! 21! :) super siked. My boyfriend will be home for it and I couldn't be happier. His parents bought my ticket to Chicago today! Couldn't of asked for better in laws haha! Well it's late.. Watching The 25 days of Christmas with Chloe.. SUPER cold outside.. Well cold for Florida.. And my Chloe bear is keeping me warm! Well my bed feels much to amazing not to at least shoot for a good night sleep. Goooooodnight all! happy December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5545953510558151762'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPcvVYmmNFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3xyyqdbJ-j8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7834695696080793839?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7834695696080793839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7834695696080793839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7834695696080793839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7834695696080793839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html' title='December!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TPcvVYmmNFI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3xyyqdbJ-j8/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2261329261086391285</id><published>2010-11-22T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:30:56.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired..</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of missing my boyfriend. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of my faggot brother always putting his two cents in EVERY situation I seem to run into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of moving. I just want to be want to be in Gainseville.. LIVING BY MYSELF. One week to go. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people telling me mine and my boyfriends relationships not gonna work because he's in the military. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of some ofthe women of my family who think they know everything and get into the worst bitchy moods and take it out on the rest of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of CW skipping the Vampire Diaries and showing reruns hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know you do everything for a reason.. But could you possibly take all these off my hands.. Wel you don't exactly control the Vampire Diaries hahah but you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2261329261086391285?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2261329261086391285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2261329261086391285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2261329261086391285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2261329261086391285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-tired.html' title='I&amp;#39;m tired..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3463015715669876545</id><published>2010-11-22T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:07:01.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explains it all...</title><content type='html'>Browsing blogs I came across this.. And it seriously was everything I needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy Girlfriend Poem&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with my sailor,&lt;br /&gt;yet we're always apart,&lt;br /&gt;and though the days are hard,&lt;br /&gt;he's always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold him in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;until he can be by my side,&lt;br /&gt;and it gets harder and harder,&lt;br /&gt;every night that passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him in my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;and all my fantasies and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;he's the only one I think of,&lt;br /&gt;or so it truely seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine all the good times,&lt;br /&gt;the ones where we laughed and cried,&lt;br /&gt;and I can only miss him more,&lt;br /&gt;and wish he was by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean took him away,&lt;br /&gt;and now I just want him here,&lt;br /&gt;and I really wish in that moment,&lt;br /&gt;that he could just appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know he'll be back someday,&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts me when he's gone,&lt;br /&gt;and I wish he never had to leave me,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I still move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry for him and his safey,&lt;br /&gt;and secret tears will flow,&lt;br /&gt;but through all of this,&lt;br /&gt;he still loves me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my navy boy,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't wait to see him again,&lt;br /&gt;but this is the hard and joyful life,&lt;br /&gt;of what we call a navy girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3463015715669876545?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3463015715669876545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3463015715669876545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3463015715669876545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3463015715669876545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/11/explains-it-all.html' title='Explains it all...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3468240451730783345</id><published>2010-11-22T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:52:28.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting..</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to explain what it's like waiting for a letter from my boyfriend.. I mean, I know he's okay.. And I use to say that's all I'd really need to know while he was gone.. But it's all slowly tearing me apart. I can't tell you what it's like to go to the mail box 3 times a day and finding nothing. I'm just craving to hear from him. I feel like I need a women who knows what I'm going through to lean on.. So if there's any girls out there with boyfriends or husbands in the military pleaseeee contact me.. I'm not really looking for advise or anything.. I just need to hear your story. I need to know that there's someone out there that knows exactly what I'm going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3468240451730783345?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3468240451730783345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3468240451730783345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3468240451730783345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3468240451730783345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-807447983868367766</id><published>2010-11-19T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:19:41.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that I haven't played with in a while..</title><content type='html'>Makeup!! I've had to do something to get my mind off of you know what! I ordered all my new colors from MAC.. And well I got to experimenting :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better then Orange and Blue &lt;3 not gator blue haha but I for some reason love these two colors together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5541481755174737602'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TOdMS9p_lsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QKIjyvQhATg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='178' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blues! Guess I like them so much cause they make my eyes pop! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5541481785788912882'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TOdMUvs-1PI/AAAAAAAAAjs/imMcyJtES38/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta bunch more but I'll upload them when I actually have the drive to sit here and upload them from my phone. Haha but I'll leave you with I did tonight.. I did my makeup Jessica's classic boring black hahah but the hair is what I gotta show off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5541481817564335570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TOdMWmE1TdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/acp_ReCppvw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl!! With hair like that your name should be Beyonce!" -Zack Taylor hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-807447983868367766?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/807447983868367766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=807447983868367766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/807447983868367766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/807447983868367766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-that-i-haven-played-with-in.html' title='Something that I haven&amp;#39;t played with in a while..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TOdMS9p_lsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QKIjyvQhATg/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4681807159691232895</id><published>2010-11-04T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:13:54.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hearts in Chicago.</title><content type='html'>Well the time has come.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 10am I dropped Cody off at the Navy Office. It'll be nine weeks before I see him again. Nine weeks to most doesn't seem much.. And honestly, before he left I didn't think it was either.. But REALLY thinking about it, that's a whole nine weeks of not seeing someone and communicating using a piece of paper and a stamp. I can't talk about it that much, cause I start balling like a baby.. And I'm in my favorite place in the world right now.. My bathtub.. Candles lit and music playing.. Didn't even think about it till it I swear randomly came on my iPod.. A song has never been my life as much as this one right now. Every thing about it is everything I am. Codys side of the bed I can't sleep in.. His clothes are still laying in my bedroom floor.. A couple of them I put on simply cause they smell like him.. Everything about this song is so true.. And I can't stop listening to it now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss and love you so much Cody.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5535898496789841106'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TNN2WjXHBNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/oP2uxl7Gpsg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5535898586151467026'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TNN2bwQlOBI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NmPml75SnYQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through&lt;br /&gt;The day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through&lt;br /&gt;The day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;All the words I need to hear will always get me through&lt;br /&gt;The day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-4681807159691232895?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4681807159691232895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4681807159691232895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4681807159691232895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4681807159691232895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-hearts-in-chicago.html' title='My hearts in Chicago.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TNN2WjXHBNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/oP2uxl7Gpsg/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-644152296220099994</id><published>2010-10-11T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:49:44.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it out there.</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and just felt like writing. Like typing till my fingers begin to bleed. I've been in this bubble of emotions lately and quite depressed. I couldn't figure out why. Before if something was bothering me, I'd take it out on my blog. I'd throw everything in here. Weather people read them or not.. I know it's been said. It's off my chest. I think this blog will be used alot more in the future weeks to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh and! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looked at today's date... Happy Birthday AJ. He'd be 22 today. Miss you and love you. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-644152296220099994?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/644152296220099994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=644152296220099994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/644152296220099994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/644152296220099994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-it-out-there.html' title='Getting it out there.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4614433070164705828</id><published>2010-10-08T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:38:51.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well this is new :)</title><content type='html'>Sooooo! Scratch Roller Derby.. My new focus as of right now is LFL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know what The LFL is.. It's the Lingerie Football League! I'm getting right to work with training and I have a secret weapon. ;) not all girls have the fastest player in college football on their side. :D not to mention my brother is an incredible football player :) I'm gonna do this. I WILL BE THE BEST!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5525777485350261282'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TK-BWJonUiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GfXz_HmXv-4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='217' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls won't knowww what hit them! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-4614433070164705828?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4614433070164705828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4614433070164705828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4614433070164705828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4614433070164705828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-this-is-new.html' title='Well this is new :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TK-BWJonUiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GfXz_HmXv-4/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3870969315398255129</id><published>2010-09-25T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:04:29.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Cecil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5520959978461866178'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJ5j2V9eKMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Q1F28RBOwpQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='195' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Uncle Cecil. Say hey to Jesus for me. I love you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Parks Kimberly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30, 1932 - September 25, 2010  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3870969315398255129?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3870969315398255129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3870969315398255129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3870969315398255129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3870969315398255129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/uncle-cecil.html' title='Uncle Cecil.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJ5j2V9eKMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Q1F28RBOwpQ/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-221832135166725388</id><published>2010-09-22T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:02:44.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5519985439813923634'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJrtgulv8zI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oS3_rQbBtHk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-221832135166725388?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/221832135166725388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=221832135166725388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/221832135166725388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/221832135166725388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/freakin-amazing.html' title='Freakin amazing'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJrtgulv8zI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oS3_rQbBtHk/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-9006174142207186680</id><published>2010-09-20T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:37:54.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin Glen Johnson.</title><content type='html'>On September 20, 2010 Gavin Glen Johnson came into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived at 11:58am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna learn very soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the coolest aunt EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my newest nephew &lt;3&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519234236537356690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJhCS8T7wZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/egMOct2jZlc/s400/58771_1473417873460_1174064023_31194553_3632626_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9lbs 8oz 21in long! our family has big babies :) Welcome to the family baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519234535542606466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJhCkWMVyoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/uRxQIkh5VmI/s400/62998_1473387072690_1174064023_31194521_8379243_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-9006174142207186680?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/9006174142207186680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=9006174142207186680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/9006174142207186680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/9006174142207186680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/gavin-glen-johnson.html' title='Gavin Glen Johnson.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJhCS8T7wZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/egMOct2jZlc/s72-c/58771_1473417873460_1174064023_31194553_3632626_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2217583116728520436</id><published>2010-09-19T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:52:48.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 20, 2010</title><content type='html'>So I woke up still sick.. Picked up my boyfriend. Hung out with the Bricksquad Cody, Leroy, Zack and Christian...missing Taylor :( didn't stop the guys from having a orgy hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5518869578143813842'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJb2pB740NI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9ue4iPK09uw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butttttt my good day got even better at 7:02 when I got a call that my sister in laws in labor. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been up here for the past 7 hours lol.. Waiting for Gavin to join the world :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take manyyyy pictures! And of course make a video later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we're just waiting :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5518869618182315746'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJb2rXFz3uI/AAAAAAAAAi0/hOdDNI46_BQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2217583116728520436?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2217583116728520436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2217583116728520436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2217583116728520436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2217583116728520436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-20-2010.html' title='September 20, 2010'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJb2pB740NI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9ue4iPK09uw/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3913048084807128586</id><published>2010-09-19T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:23:29.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're nothing short of my everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5518862063425423554'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJbvznbaCMI/AAAAAAAAAis/NWy952Jsz48/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='178' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else for us to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing short of my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3913048084807128586?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3913048084807128586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3913048084807128586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3913048084807128586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3913048084807128586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-nothing-short-of-my-everything.html' title='You&amp;#39;re nothing short of my everything.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TJbvznbaCMI/AAAAAAAAAis/NWy952Jsz48/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-297858322154839502</id><published>2010-09-18T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:04:32.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>One full of memories.. I can sit here and type everything that happened.. but that takes much too long... Instead.. even though it's not NEARLY everything we did.. enjoy this video I put together with just a FEW of the MANY videos I've taken this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Cody. Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/56LX3-r86AA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/56LX3-r86AA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-297858322154839502?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/297858322154839502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=297858322154839502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/297858322154839502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/297858322154839502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/boyfriends-birthday.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-355645825043154208</id><published>2010-09-11T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:12:58.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game 2! Florida VS USF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I start covering the game, let me just say this. TIM TEBOW IS NO LONGER A COLLEGE FOOTBALL PLAYER! HE'S GONE ON TO DO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS! LET'S MOVE ON! I never thought I'd actually get tired of hearing his name. Don't get me wrong though. I love me some Tebow.. I just think the more people talk about how much he himself impacted the team, the longer it'll take the team to actually believe they ALL have talent with or without him. Now on to the game. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515889355851696674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIxgJQvmCiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1JutFiMNmc4/s400/watermark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't have that much to say... as you know, Jeff Demps is a long time friend of mine, and well you can say he was easily player of the game. He ran for a career-high 139 yards and a touchdown, finished with 255 all-purpose yards.. Brantley completed 18 of 31 passes for 172 yards and two touchdowns. Deonte Thompson rebounded from another drop early and finished with six receptions for 83 yards. The offensive line allowed a sack, but paved the way for 244 yards rushing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515889754895407970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIxggfTB22I/AAAAAAAAAik/GFaUgiX3XA8/s400/watermark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first half... except for the last 3minutes of it.. They weren't playing like the Florida Gators... after they got out of that locker room they were a new team. I never feel NOT proud to be a Florida Gator.. at the end of the day, win or lose, their my team for life.. hahaha I'm pretty sure if it was any other way my family would disown me. I know one thing.. We need to tighten up!! We have a hello tough schedule.. and we need more 'W's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515889074519582306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIxf44sypmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7cYqmiyc7Kk/s400/002015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of game... Florida Gators 2-0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-jess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-355645825043154208?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/355645825043154208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=355645825043154208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/355645825043154208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/355645825043154208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/game-2-florida-vs-usf.html' title='Game 2! Florida VS USF'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIxgJQvmCiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1JutFiMNmc4/s72-c/watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2740569087840986438</id><published>2010-09-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:36:37.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westboro Baptist Church Judge God Hates Fags'/><title type='text'>Time to get serious..</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was bored at work and starting looking at trending topics on Twitter.. The topic that was trending I first clicked on was.. "#&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abortionclinicplaylist&lt;/span&gt;".. Basically you can tweet what song would be "funny." As I started reading them I got pissed. NO... this isn't a blog about abortion. If it was, I'd be here all day writing. I started just clicking on profiles of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RETWEETS&lt;/span&gt;.. and somehow ended up on Megan Phelps Twitter. I didn't know who she was or anything.. but I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of bad things about her.. Now I know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go on to read her tweets, I was completely disgusted. I have three words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; explain why.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Westboro&lt;/span&gt; Baptist Church. You know.. those ASSHOLES.. (excuse my language) that have the "God Hates Fags" campaign. Nothing upsets me more than people like this. This is maybe the only blog I'm actually crying while writing. I stop myself from saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things.. I write.. then press backspace.. Because I know it's not my place. It's not my place to judge them for what their doing. My whole life... the thing I remember my Mother saying the most.. "Two wrongs don't make it right." but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UGHHHH&lt;/span&gt; I wanna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; wrong to their faces. All I can do is pray. Pray for those that might be affected by their words. Pray for those who already have been. Their so hateful.. and I STRONGLY believe that on judgment day.. They'll shake their head in shame for being wrong. I'm going to continue to pray for them. I think anyone reading this should do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2740569087840986438?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2740569087840986438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2740569087840986438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2740569087840986438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2740569087840986438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-to-get-serious.html' title='Time to get serious..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3289703169479040145</id><published>2010-09-10T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:09:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 facts about Jessica.</title><content type='html'>Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Fact. I most likely bench press more than your boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Fact. I'm a die hard Florida Gator. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrvw4i5CLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SA4lfnnEluI/s1600/224832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515484316760082610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrvw4i5CLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SA4lfnnEluI/s400/224832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fact. I fear no one but God. (and Chuck Norris.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Fact. I've been to every state in the US but Iowa. (Don't plan on going.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fact. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrwjDlMtVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/l0YMgtO9cBg/s1600/223834.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fail at being sexy hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrycKo4wNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CWOeeXk0HFM/s1600/224116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515487259374698706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrycKo4wNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CWOeeXk0HFM/s400/224116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Fact. Cody is the best boyfriend. Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Fact. I'm the best girlfriend. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Fact. I may not pull of sexy. But I sure do pull off sillllllllllay. ;p (OH MY GOD SHE'S IN COLOR!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrxWBBXgxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xRrPuTxyBI8/s1600/223951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515486054202180370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrxWBBXgxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xRrPuTxyBI8/s400/223951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Fact. I'll never care what you think of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Fact. My friends, family, boyfriend and of course Jesus Christ mean the world to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3289703169479040145?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3289703169479040145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3289703169479040145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3289703169479040145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3289703169479040145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/fact-and-fiction-on-jessica.html' title='10 facts about Jessica.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIrvw4i5CLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SA4lfnnEluI/s72-c/224832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3853499179219113165</id><published>2010-09-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:13:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHVh9HMxxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wN_LmkYMOQU/s1600/SDXG~Florida-Gators-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512922198195357458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHVh9HMxxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wN_LmkYMOQU/s400/SDXG~Florida-Gators-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOOOOO GATORS! Can't wait for tomorrow! Chomp Chomp! Here's to one amazing season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3853499179219113165?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3853499179219113165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3853499179219113165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3853499179219113165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3853499179219113165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-game-of-season.html' title='FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHVh9HMxxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wN_LmkYMOQU/s72-c/SDXG~Florida-Gators-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3262013023620344859</id><published>2010-09-03T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:11:38.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CJG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was choice. But Falling for you, I had no control over. I love you with all my heart Cody. I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHUogA1r8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QlDvbv-WsgM/s1600/b4ca22f7174f78e1d8106c684392f0ed_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512921211131506626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHUogA1r8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QlDvbv-WsgM/s400/b4ca22f7174f78e1d8106c684392f0ed_view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -jess&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/2754660773507772972-3262013023620344859?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3262013023620344859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3262013023620344859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3262013023620344859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3262013023620344859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/cjg.html' title='CJG'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHUogA1r8I/AAAAAAAAAhM/QlDvbv-WsgM/s72-c/b4ca22f7174f78e1d8106c684392f0ed_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-427282489293958257</id><published>2010-09-03T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:09:25.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and last... but deff not least.. My heart belongs in Bako</title><content type='html'>This city is incredible. The friends I've made here within the last year... are people I will seriously love forever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and drove out to the Sequioa Nation Forrest! CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN! (Which my phone fell off of TWICE and doesnt have a scratch... some are callling my iphone the spawn of Satin.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got some pretty good pictures.. and made BFF's with a BABY Grizzly Bear :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512917346045372962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHRHhcfqiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ln1eYl0oQqk/s400/dfs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was GORGEOUS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512917739851144722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHRecfG3hI/AAAAAAAAAgc/1VRprDt4VK8/s400/cvc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Biggest tree in the world.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512917629250084034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHRYAdwnMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/o_JebQMLXJ8/s400/xvcv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;We named him Billy! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512917444563718018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHRNQdGT4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/IN2NyWjISb8/s400/cvdf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough... but making it to the top... So worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACK TO BAKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512918878414394370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHSgt9vVAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/-ayV_MOWsNI/s400/xcvd.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512919226854256850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHS1AARsNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tYY5L_ZAaMw/s400/tyt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fusion ;) the thing I looked forward to the most. You just feeeeel God when you walk threw those doors. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512919877680361186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHTa4hT7uI/AAAAAAAAAg8/FuigHrzwT90/s400/44972_1441644879155_1174064023_31120240_1744364_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smalllllll part of the amazing people I know from here ;) Loveeee you all. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512920224900682594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHTvGBFk2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Ec20OBypG9Y/s400/44848_1441712040834_1174064023_31120482_2830930_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha and the greatest person alivee... JEREMIAH! "Thats DIS-GUS-TING!" haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm back in Florida now.. but it won't be long till I'm back where I truely belong.. SoCal ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-jess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-427282489293958257?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/427282489293958257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=427282489293958257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/427282489293958257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/427282489293958257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-last-but-deff-not-least-my-heart.html' title='and last... but deff not least.. My heart belongs in Bako'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHRHhcfqiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ln1eYl0oQqk/s72-c/dfs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2919807196225411914</id><published>2010-09-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:49:35.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part TWO! San Diego!</title><content type='html'>Offically my favorite city in the ENTIRE world... SAN DIEGO! REALLY REALLY REALLY wish I wasn't only there for two days.. BUT those two days were AMAZING! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512913484337303106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHNmvdizkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/I1usIYgrmwY/s400/dsfe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark my words.. ONE DAY! I will LIVE in this city.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512914449162972354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHOe5t6LMI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2_RQfe-ABx0/s400/kjiul.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Hotel I stayed at was pretty sweet haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512914029925155538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHOGf70wtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CgRkn7BUDeE/s400/klj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view from my room. Downtown during the day :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512914126385718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHOMHR0IzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JZUOUDD5ZNY/s400/sdf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Downtown at night :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512914563738414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHOlki0rtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/laFlUHlmMog/s400/dsfsd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the BESTTTT cab driver around! Sergio from Russia! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All and all... THE BESTTTT part of Cali! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2919807196225411914?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2919807196225411914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2919807196225411914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2919807196225411914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2919807196225411914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/part-two-san-diego.html' title='Part TWO! San Diego!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHNmvdizkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/I1usIYgrmwY/s72-c/dsfe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5172395255963958624</id><published>2010-09-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:36:54.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha well I know a couple of you.. (Mom, Aunt Lynn, and Robin) We're looking forward to my ROADTRIP updates haha but I kinda got lazy with it and stopped posting during the trip.. BUT I did take a CRAP LOAD OF PICTURES! Which I'll post now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll be spread out in between three blogs.. the rest in this one was still on the road :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907258545716866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHH8WlKPoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ULWkEMJK7-U/s400/40807_1431657149468_1174064023_31094520_440187_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can I be the first to say, (which I doubt I am) I HATE TEXAS! Everything about that road was terrible.. just non stop driving.. feeling like you're really in the middle of no where AND getting NO WHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907548025457090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHINM-gicI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KZk6-VK3fdE/s400/40809_1431746751708_1174064023_31094680_2873221_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 3G.. GPS wouldn't even pick up where we were! So went back to the ol' fashion map.. Can I just say how much this made me realize how much we take technoigy for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907794377460258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHIbitZyiI/AAAAAAAAAek/GgNwo6UUvPc/s400/ghyui.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariest little town ever. Didn't feel safe for a second. You seen the "Hills Have Eyes"? Well lets just say I was looking for crazy ugly cannibles the entire 30minutes we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907370698912018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHIC4YkMRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4ZFpm-3tOnU/s400/39335_1431872354848_1174064023_31094988_2923641_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how amazing it felt JUST to get out of Texas. New Mexico was super nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907638396992098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHISdowumI/AAAAAAAAAec/7RTVXrH1e-o/s400/40523_1431912835860_1174064023_31095008_4799084_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Boarder Patrol became pretty common.. haha and I was completely siked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512908030057245442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHIpQr16wI/AAAAAAAAAes/IBdRUpe6tgA/s400/gh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally in Arizona.. Which means it's time to FINALLY pull over and rest for the night.. It was the ONLY time we slept for the three day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512908300144828306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHI4-1vX5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/dXMORDgm474/s400/uiu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a room in a super cute Hilton in Tucson Arizona.. It was right next to a airforce base.. and was a legittttt city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512908196449885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHIy8i8G3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/1k12y9HWhvM/s400/uiuyi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine waking up.. walking outside your hotel.. and seeing THIS!! It was breath taking. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907489123849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHIJxjRVfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-Pr0mkTo8Ec/s400/40300_1431664029640_1174064023_31094527_6870789_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the most boring road in the ENTIREEEEEE WORLD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512907434572682418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHIGmVQlLI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KxVh0twDiII/s400/40302_1431990117792_1174064023_31095319_2150355_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing the rest of Arizona was gorgeousssss! They've got some pretttttty rocks :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512912506234352786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHMtzvoNJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OMuQa22LfDk/s400/41178_1432923101116_1174064023_31098952_4725074_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much fun as this trip was.. haha 2,300 miles later... it was time to cross that California State Line :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5172395255963958624?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5172395255963958624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5172395255963958624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5172395255963958624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5172395255963958624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-bad.html' title='I feel bad..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TIHH8WlKPoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ULWkEMJK7-U/s72-c/40807_1431657149468_1174064023_31094520_440187_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7242648295695703889</id><published>2010-08-14T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:13:23.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus far!</title><content type='html'>Well we've been on the road for about.. 15 hours? We're currently in Texas.. Doing pretty good on time.. FYI Texas is the most boring state to drive through.. I dread it everytime.. 800+ miles on a few cities like Houston.. But for the most part it's just a bunch of rednecks and American flags EVERYWHERE! Drive has been quite.. Saige, Sophia and Jay keep me pretty entertained haha.. Here's a couple of pictures so far :) all from my phone sadly. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alabama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5505175595077010978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TGZQCTq3BiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FYlcrejWG-k/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5505175646468398786'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TGZQFTHhXsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xyxar-4MlgQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic picture of the Texas sign. :( we were going 90 passing it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5505175687691140690'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TGZQHsryflI/AAAAAAAAAdo/83Y6OIiHJpE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='201' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All of our exact locations are up on my Twitter :) linkkk on the side! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7242648295695703889?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7242648295695703889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7242648295695703889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7242648295695703889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7242648295695703889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/08/thus-far.html' title='Thus far!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TGZQCTq3BiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FYlcrejWG-k/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4724144689888688752</id><published>2010-08-13T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:27:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offically on the road!</title><content type='html'>Leaving hot humid Florida.. And arriving in Sunny (smoggy) southern California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say the only thing I'll miss while I'm gone is my boyfriend.. We both cried saying goodbye to eachother tonight.. Haha I realize it's only two weeks.. But seriously ten minutes away from this kid feels like days. I love you Cody Gallo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tweeting/blogging and updating my status the whole drive! 4 days! Aghghhgjg!!! If you follow me on Twitter my exact location will be tweeted every 5 hours or everytime we enter a new state! Here's praying for a fun SAFE trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-4724144689888688752?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4724144689888688752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4724144689888688752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4724144689888688752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4724144689888688752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/08/offically-on-road.html' title='Offically on the road!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6437945905775201797</id><published>2010-07-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:41:28.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world war II love letters grandparents'/><title type='text'>A piece of Romantic History.. :)</title><content type='html'>So I walked into my parents house the other day... entire place in covered with boxes.. Really weird my parents are moving out of the house I was born in... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well stepping my way threw all the junk.. Christmas decorations.. Home movies.. CASSETTE TAPES!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.. but something caught my eye... I picked up this large book.. scrap book kinda thing.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VERYYYY&lt;/span&gt; old.. like seriously I felt like it was going to fall apart in my hands... before I had even opened it I asked my mom what is was... she had no idea.. It was in with the stuff that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamae&lt;/span&gt; (Rest in Peace) had left behind.. and well.. what it had inside... completely blew my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside I found stuff all dated from the 1920-1940's... It had newspaper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;articles&lt;/span&gt; cut out.. Christmas cards... birthday cards.. all belonging to my Great Grandparents.. those cards and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt; are not what blew me away.. in the center of the book there was a large zip block bag.. inside were letters... Letters that my great grandfather would send my great grandmother when he was away in World War II.. I HAD TO READ THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494772249190584498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEFaP4Kt0LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/i9vnpFZ3TDA/s400/gdg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful what they wrote to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt;.. It honestly gave me goosebumps. All I could think the whole time was... Man they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; in love!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; and the fact the my Grandfather has INCREDIBLE game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494772857376744610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEFazR1mJKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/n3qEMCtoEJQ/s400/gfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; If you enlarge.. and look really close.. you can see the breath taking beauty that my grandmother was.. :) My grandfather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haddddd&lt;/span&gt; to have incredible game in order to snag a gal like her! From my understanding.. of stories I use to hear.. My grandmother left her wealthy family to be with my grandfather.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt; so cute! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494774162935456130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEFb_RbDIYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/jRHCMwPIvQk/s400/gfgd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;LOOK AT THE DATE!! 8/30/38! I didn't feel worthy of even holding this stuff.. I didn't know them all that well.. They both died when I was 3.. Only two weeks apart from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt;.. Tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not amazing!! but from all the stories I hear still today.. their relationship was the one people wrote books about.. I can't help but wish I'll have the same kind of marriage. This all was a piece of romantic history that I'm honored I could even view. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6437945905775201797?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6437945905775201797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6437945905775201797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6437945905775201797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6437945905775201797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/piece-of-romantic-history.html' title='A piece of Romantic History.. :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEFaP4Kt0LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/i9vnpFZ3TDA/s72-c/gdg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7007961196621029883</id><published>2010-07-16T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:51:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you look me in the eyes...</title><content type='html'>If the heart is always searching,&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever find a home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been looking for that someone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you,&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;To be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a day without you here,&lt;br /&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more, I start to realize,&lt;br /&gt;I can reach my tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can hold my head high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's all because you're by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;When you're right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you look me in the eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me lame... Call me 14... but those Jo Bros... (Especially Nick) haha I LOVE them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7007961196621029883?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7007961196621029883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7007961196621029883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7007961196621029883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7007961196621029883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-you-look-me-in-eyes.html' title='When you look me in the eyes...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-451074390069791023</id><published>2010-07-16T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:46:26.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayday parade you&apos;ll be the anchor'/><title type='text'>I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I have been begging for answers&lt;br /&gt;That you and only you can give to me&lt;br /&gt;A voice crying loud&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying for days now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as I start to run, I stop to breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was nearly scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Why you left in paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;The words were nearly over us&lt;br /&gt;You stop and turn and grab your bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question,&lt;strong&gt; "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As hours move to minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And minutes take longer to break&lt;br /&gt;I will be desperately awaiting&lt;br /&gt;But my tongue won't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And we've been sitting here for hours&lt;br /&gt;All alone and in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me think of to word it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it too soon to say 'perfect'&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everything would find me&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is just to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to ask God the question&lt;/strong&gt;, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you said to me swear until then&lt;br /&gt;I may never sail Virginia again&lt;br /&gt;And as this current moves slow for me&lt;br /&gt;This much you must know we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have you know &lt;strong&gt;I'm scared to death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you'll love me to the death&lt;br /&gt;And should I die, you swear that you will come for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fade away, you reach out your hand&lt;br /&gt;And please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-451074390069791023?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/451074390069791023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=451074390069791023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/451074390069791023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/451074390069791023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-be-wings-that-keep-your-heart-in.html' title='I&apos;ll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3172646458623441317</id><published>2010-07-16T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:11:15.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 month Babyyyy :)</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people are shocked I've kept Cody around for so long... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Obviously people are slowly starting to get the picture that he's not going anywhere anytime soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean this is just the mark of when it was "Official" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; we "talked" before that.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; but yea.. a month to most doesn't seem long.. but I feel like me and him have been together so much longer than that. I mean... I SEE HIM EVERYDAY! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; but it doesn't EVER get old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid.. but I'm in love with this kid.. some can say it's way to soon... but trust me.. I've NEVER been the type to throw that word around like a football. He honestly means more to me than I can explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; yea.. I love you Cody :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;babbyyy&lt;/span&gt;.. Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; cupcake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3172646458623441317?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3172646458623441317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3172646458623441317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3172646458623441317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3172646458623441317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-1-month-babyyyy.html' title='Happy 1 month Babyyyy :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3247292661162367157</id><published>2010-07-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:55:25.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres the plan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Click to enlarge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each stop we have two things we're gonna see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Montgomery&lt;/span&gt; Alabama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dextar&lt;/span&gt; Ave Baptist Church.. (Martin Luther King organized the Montgomery Bus Boycott in 1955) and The Capital Building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.. Well I should say Arkansas.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but we're just sleeping there :) plus.. what the hell is in Arkansas??? or even in Kansas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.. Others want to stop there and I have no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is one I'm SUPER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;siked&lt;/span&gt; for.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; DENVER! but for one reason.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a piece in the Denver Art Museum that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAVEEEE&lt;/span&gt; to see :) 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; stop in Denver is to see Spencer ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;babyyyy&lt;/span&gt; boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALT LAKE! We're hoping to get there around 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.. just in time for some night life with our friends Nick and Katie who got married and moved there :) Area 51 and Urban Lounge! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;anddd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finallllyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LAS&lt;/span&gt; VEGAS!! Need I say more?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; What happens there most likely won't stay there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we are.. Back where I belong.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt; ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494749632326419122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEFFrZyGQrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Hed4YDD2IFo/s320/mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3247292661162367157?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3247292661162367157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3247292661162367157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3247292661162367157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3247292661162367157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/heres-plan.html' title='Heres the plan!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEFFrZyGQrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Hed4YDD2IFo/s72-c/mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3227202511854077787</id><published>2010-07-16T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:17:47.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 days..</title><content type='html'>Yes.. twenty one.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;veintiuno&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vingtetun&lt;/span&gt;.. 二十一... or..(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nijuuichi&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in California.. No one honestly knows how excited I am. Just the thought of seeing everyone makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SUPERRRR&lt;/span&gt; excited.. You know, I almost hate having so many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many friends.. in so many places.. like if I wanted to see James in California.. but I also wanted to see Ashton in Florida.. but I ALSO wanted to see Chad in New York..  I couldn't do it all on the same day.. It's a bummer. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;superrrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;siked&lt;/span&gt; for this trip.. I'll be blogging the WHOLE drive there... Next blog will be our route :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3227202511854077787?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3227202511854077787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3227202511854077787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3227202511854077787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3227202511854077787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/21-days.html' title='21 days..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-611918365191195468</id><published>2010-07-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:06:27.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free hugs downtown orlando'/><title type='text'>Free hugs :)</title><content type='html'>So if one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night.. you find yourself in Downtown Orlando.. Find me! You can't miss me! Me and three of my closest friends wear giant signs.. with this very same logo on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494735816992557506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEE5HPp1CcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/slL2obQ5AiE/s200/FREE-HUGS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know why I enjoy it so much. It's not always what people think.. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; giggly and think it's funny. If you joined me you'd know what I'm talking about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; just some people out there that really need a good hug.. and I've been told I give THE BEST! ;) I don't do this out of a joke.. I just enjoy it! :) I not only love giving them.. but I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; as well! So like I said.. you get fired, your boyfriend dumps you, your dog just died.. come to downtown Orlando on Friday nights :) I'll be waiting. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-611918365191195468?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/611918365191195468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=611918365191195468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/611918365191195468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/611918365191195468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-hugs.html' title='Free hugs :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TEE5HPp1CcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/slL2obQ5AiE/s72-c/FREE-HUGS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3734149230201579887</id><published>2010-07-13T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:49:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks to California!!</title><content type='html'>I'll be back in Cali in three weeks! I'm both super excited and both sad.. Super excited to see all of my friends!! sad because I'll be there for two weeks.. And that two whole weeks without my boyfriend. As of right now.. We see eachother pretty much everyday.. It'll be hard. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of him.. I had an amazing night tonight with him, his brothers and his ohhhh so amazing Dad haha :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for bed though.. Going shopping with my boo in the morning.. Gotta get my rest if I'm gonna do major damage on my bank account :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3734149230201579887?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3734149230201579887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3734149230201579887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3734149230201579887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3734149230201579887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-weeks-to-california.html' title='3 weeks to California!!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-619521498856707133</id><published>2010-07-10T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:37:43.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been sooooo long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well hello July! Needless to say the reason I haven't been writing.. I won't say it's because I'm too busy.. I won't say I haven't had time.. haha I just haven't felt like it. :) and it's also that I don't enjoy writing!! It's just I've wanted to spend alot of time with my boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even begin to explain how this kid makes me feel. I've never felt this way before about anyone. I don't see a future time without him in it. We just have this connection that can't be explained. People that have seen us together can't believe how perfect we are for one another. I believe God brought this kid in my life for a reason. :) We've yet to fight. It's a drama free relationship! That's exactly what I needed! CJG has stolen my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 434px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs018.snc4/34263_1386623583657_1174064023_30974321_3069586_n.jpg" border="0" /&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/2754660773507772972-619521498856707133?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/619521498856707133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=619521498856707133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/619521498856707133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/619521498856707133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-sooooo-long.html' title='It&apos;s been sooooo long!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6278943101848262463</id><published>2010-06-20T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:11:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My amazing boyfriend :)</title><content type='html'>We had a great night together :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Shrek 4 together in 3-D hahah this is the first you'll of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me he's not the cutest thing ever. My little chink &lt;3 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5484750021504785618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TB2_Fcmb3NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JqWWx4kyq_g/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='207' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His kisses are like crack and I'm Whitney Houston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5484750047121381474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TB2_G8B6GGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hxh6kauAGCg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6278943101848262463?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6278943101848262463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6278943101848262463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6278943101848262463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6278943101848262463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-amazing-boyfriend.html' title='My amazing boyfriend :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TB2_Fcmb3NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/JqWWx4kyq_g/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3613019527551486833</id><published>2010-06-18T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:10:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend :)</title><content type='html'>Well this is new! Ha that's a title none of you have ever heard coming from me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just take a second to explain Cody to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word.. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Straight from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urbandictonay&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amazing- Something that is so wonderful, it is hard to find the words to match. Something that makes your heart beat faster or your heart melt. Something that tops everything else, and always crosses your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that Cody is and does is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel important. He makes me feel like I'm all that matters when we're together. He UNDERSTANDS ME! He's real with me. He's got every single quality I look for in a guy. He makes me laugh like you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; never a dull moment. It's almost like God just put him here for me. I can't describe what goes on in my stomach when he's around. Forget butterflies. I feel like it's Eagles flying around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet his Mom and Dad last night.. (for certain issues I guess you can say I was kinda scared) But they welcomed me with open arms! His Dad came straight up to me and gave me the biggest hug ever... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; don't get me started on how adorable his Mom is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say life is going pretty good for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now. Cody has my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3613019527551486833?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3613019527551486833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3613019527551486833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3613019527551486833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3613019527551486833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boyfriend.html' title='My boyfriend :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7825110611395023707</id><published>2010-06-17T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:57:45.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) straight from facebook..</title><content type='html'>I don't even need to say anything :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5483787882468196482'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TBpUBlYbwII/AAAAAAAAAcs/UyMJnCNncAA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='79' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7825110611395023707?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7825110611395023707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7825110611395023707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7825110611395023707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7825110611395023707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/straight-from-facebook.html' title=':) straight from facebook..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TBpUBlYbwII/AAAAAAAAAcs/UyMJnCNncAA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-356702396466347748</id><published>2010-06-13T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:36:13.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You..</title><content type='html'>I can't get a text from you without my heart skipping a beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to force myself to stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the first I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhhh what's wrong with me? 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I can't talk to any of my friends about it. They'll just flip and blame him. I really don't want to screw things up with this guy. I don't know if I should do what I do most of the time.. He texts me and I make him sweat it out.. Keeps him guessing.. Haha I play "the game" so well.. Buttttttt the thing is I WANT to talk to him.. He just sent me a text about 10minutes ago.. And I keep picking up the phone to write him back.. And force myself not to. But it's driving me insain just not talking to him. I don't want to feel to into him and scare him off. I don't want to act like I'm a hardass and I'm not intrested at all and he moves on. This one has got ne scared. I'm trying my best not to think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing a pool party at the moment..(yes and I'm blogging, from the hot tub). The smell of gross hamburgers and hot dogs are in the air.. Every girl is having a good time in the pool while the guys are standing by the outside TV watching the game.. Not much of a basketball fan but Go Celtics! Just want to add the Neon pink, green and purple lights in the pool look adorable :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha getting off and going to float in my hello kitty pool sofa. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my phone in my room so I get rid of the temptation to text him back. Hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnight. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6536668601479268959?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6536668601479268959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6536668601479268959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6536668601479268959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6536668601479268959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feeling-like-crazy-person.html' title='I&amp;#39;m feeling like a crazy person!!!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3008310721214448368</id><published>2010-06-10T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:23:30.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>This might come as a shock to most of you. Mom if you're reading this, don't completely flip out and think I need that "girl" time and blow up my phone haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm currently watching, "He's just not that into you." as you know I'm dating someone. Someone I can't stop thinking about. It's like I spend all of my time just thinking about next time I see him. What I'm gonna wear.. Where we're gonna go.. It drives me insain! I've NEVER been this way about anyone I've ever dated. I'm not saying I'm in love with the guy haha but I REALLY DO like him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm experincing for the first time. Being scared. This movie prob isn't helping me hahah.. If he's not calling you. He's just not that into you. I'm not saying he's not haha but I'm scared he's gonna end up not calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here thinking.. I'm gonna be like one of these girls.. Sitting by my phone.. Just staring at it. I can't see myself doing something like that.. Just like I couldn't see myself feeling about someone the way I feel about him! And if I could end up doing that. Then I could end up broken hearted sitting with a tub of ice cream and watching the Notebook. Ugh look at me.. I'm babbling. It's what I do when I'm nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not clingy at all so I'm not into bothering him all day. But if too much time passes I feel like I'm going to explode. It's not that I'm wondering what he's doing.. It's just I generally miss him alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhhhhhhh any advise? I'm new to this.. I don't think this movie is helping either hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3008310721214448368?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3008310721214448368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3008310721214448368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3008310721214448368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3008310721214448368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2744023944212000055</id><published>2010-06-08T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:28:25.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it already the 8th?</title><content type='html'>Ha well seeing as it's 2:23am it's  the 9th.. Which makes it worst.. I feel like time is flying.. :( come November 4th I won't be too happy. Things are actually taking off with me and Cody. I'm really happy. He makes me happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my Toolee &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5480657024162445666'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TA80hpTzuWI/AAAAAAAAAco/av50qJztGKA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='350' height='350' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting me one for when he leaves. I don't know how I'll handle the "Dear John" situation that stands before me.. Buttttt I do know I'm not gonna marry some guy with cancer just to take care of him while my boos in the military haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2744023944212000055?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2744023944212000055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2744023944212000055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2744023944212000055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2744023944212000055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-is-it-already-8th.html' title='How is it already the 8th?'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/TA80hpTzuWI/AAAAAAAAAco/av50qJztGKA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8587544741263640254</id><published>2010-06-07T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:08:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello June :)</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while since I posted last.. I really don't have an excuse now hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has really been going on with me. Work? Training? BAA? Ha it's been taking up all my time.. Well thoseee and **** *****!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I miss you so much?! Why can't I stop thinking about you?! This isn't something I ever experience when it comes to relationships. I always tend to keep my distance.. But there isn't ever a second I don't wanna be with you. You're different and I see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh so by that ^ I guess you can say I've been doing amazing ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8587544741263640254?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8587544741263640254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8587544741263640254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8587544741263640254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8587544741263640254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-june.html' title='Hello June :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3802494606612317042</id><published>2010-05-21T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:14:56.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's reasons for my delay..</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy with this cancer event for the hospital. Right now I'm sitting in the office of a limo company waiting to see the party bus I rented for it. Can you believe it cost $1400!?? Crazyyy.. I've been writing music alot.. Kinda got my &lt;/3 broken last night. :( this is honestly the first time it's ever happen.. And it was for the DUMBEST reason ever. I'm NOT clingy ENOUGH!! Seriously? Also been going through drama with my brothers wife.. She seems to think I tried to drown my youngest nephew. The same nephew that everyone says I claim as my "favorite". So dumb. Well they just pulled up! Gotta go! Later! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3802494606612317042?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3802494606612317042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3802494606612317042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3802494606612317042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3802494606612317042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-reasons-for-my-delay.html' title='There&amp;#39;s reasons for my delay..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2998250289209192225</id><published>2010-05-17T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:20:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend Part 2!</title><content type='html'>I totally passed out last night when I started writing this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well where we left off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were off to the hospital! Poor Tiffany had been labor for almost 72 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there around 7pm ish.. And she wasn't progressing at all. It had almost been 3 days and she was only 3cm.. Doctors were saying she might have to have a csection.. We all started praying and two hours later Dr came back in and she rocketed to 9cm! Shows you what the power if prayer does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all started taking baby polls around then.. Sex, time, weight, length.. Well these were mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, 12:46am, 8lbs 6oz and Tiffanys husband Todd is seriously the tallest guy I know.. I think he stands barefoot at just over 7ft tall! So I guessed 22inches long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is how it all unfolded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415648379531378"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtCcDzcHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Mwm5K3Wg1kA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="201" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Michael was born on May 15, 2010 at 1:39am. 8lbs 8oz 22 and a HALF inches long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say I won the baby poll! I was the closest when it came to all the predictions. Hello $20! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415662171841106"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtDPcJYlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/K91Tx5GLUB4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="203" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I got to hold him. :) he's so adorable. Welcome to the family baby boy Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what other big events are there in life besides babies?!? Well Saturaday night I went to Ryan and Jessica's Wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415676521764786"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtEE5b17I/AAAAAAAAAcU/HvGdvkCwoKA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Jessica are the PERFECT couple. He does things for her that would make most men laugh.. Not that he's her little slave or anything.. He's just so good to her. He treats her like a girl wants to be treated. I honestly didn't think couples and REAL love existed till I met them. Their high school sweethearts. They'll truely go the distance! I'm so happy I got to share the experience with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415697475132322"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtFS9G26I/AAAAAAAAAcY/rhRUusytGH4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Ledford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415716842220130"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtGbGlKmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OramhoYqb1M/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="177" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415737048416530"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtHmYHQRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/h7eoNN0KXOg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472415757343042018"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtIx-uqeI/AAAAAAAAAck/l60h4xGObWI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commanded that dance floor.. :) Haha it was a beauitful wedding. I cried multiple times during the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to witness two huge events that happens in someones life all in one weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good one. :)&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2998250289209192225?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2998250289209192225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2998250289209192225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2998250289209192225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2998250289209192225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-weekend-part-2.html' title='My weekend Part 2!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_HtCcDzcHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Mwm5K3Wg1kA/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6085798645766508404</id><published>2010-05-16T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:06:11.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh and my weekend! Part 1..</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share my amazing weekend! I know I just talked about my lifes plan.. Well this weekend deff had something to do with it. :) their two huge moments in the lives of people I love and got to share it with.. First late Friday into early Saturday :) I got a new baby cousin. Well 2nd cousin haha my cousin Tiffany had her first baby. Whenever someone I know is having a baby...great part about working at Arnold Palmer Hospital.. I go take part in the experience :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tiff was in labor for 72 hours! That baby just wasn't ready to come out. Me and Courtney went to watch the twins for Ashley (other cousin and tiffany's sister) well we got some of the cutest pictures of them. My niece and nephew were there to play too :) the pictures are over a span of two different days.. The first batch was just me and the girls &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love bubbles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116075308286242'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_Dck_Z0gSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/igulPi9laFo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall loves picking "fowers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116115614514578'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_DcnVjkvZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SY7c81h8s2Y/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fowers sissy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116149138334482'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_DcpScRoxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/O_fcwyWKyZg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with the bubbles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116175454335506'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_Dcq0ef8hI/AAAAAAAAAbo/onMmUm3cjZY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='203' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a mile walk :) they love pointing out EVERYTHING! "Car!" "Dog!" and we saw a alligator when we went down to the dock and they flipped out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116195746770402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_DcsAEl7eI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-xTKXqHbMFs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116225905427042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_Dctwa-gmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/G-mnVwAyXl8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest twins ever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116250836087442'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_DcvNS6MpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/C2o7j39wmcY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116272618830066'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_DcwecUePI/AAAAAAAAAb4/duub6aIexyE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my noonerbutt &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116295989267570'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_Dcx1gRDHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/syXW59tfjKw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up! Haha checkout that sprint! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116319650464130'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_DczNpiQYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ymP5W16d0dw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5472116344976639154'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_Dc0r_xBLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hS0G83dxkDg/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brielle &lt;3 she's adorable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well we Josh watched the girls the rest of the night and we headed down to the hospital. I'm gonna have to write another blog so read part two!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6085798645766508404?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6085798645766508404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6085798645766508404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6085798645766508404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6085798645766508404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohhh-and-my-weekend-part-1.html' title='Ohhh and my weekend! Part 1..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S_Dck_Z0gSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/igulPi9laFo/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3080827356686648037</id><published>2010-05-10T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:39:05.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am that girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5469790070505339282'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S-iZFsRt-ZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SFpW1LzqUPk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='221' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who understands people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who sings on the top of her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who plays piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who loves to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who is extreamly organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who loves roadtrips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who loves the beach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who tells the truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who you can tell your secrets to.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who finishes fights.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who actually reads for fun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who loves her hometown.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who’s always friendly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who will fight for her rights.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who has planned her life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who respects everyone for who they are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who will tell you it how it is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who makes her own decisions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who you can turn to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who will regret loving you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who has always protected you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who will give you advice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who has dreams about you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who you can call when you’re feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who's friends and family mean the world to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who will always put them before any guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who loves living in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl you can bring home to Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who will never change for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl whose bite is worst than her bark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who turns to faith for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl who loves Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that girl &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3080827356686648037?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3080827356686648037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3080827356686648037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3080827356686648037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3080827356686648037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-that-girl.html' title='I am that girl..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S-iZFsRt-ZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/SFpW1LzqUPk/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6511176610544188891</id><published>2010-05-10T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:40:12.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty White is my hero..</title><content type='html'>Just caught Saturday Night Live special with Betty White and she did incredible. At 88 years old she's climbing back to the top in comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was younger my mom and grandmother would make me watch The Golden Girls EVERY night. Rose was my favorite character. :) her playing herself.. She's a millon times more amazing out of character and being herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should check or download the episode! it's on iTunes for $1.99 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5469759430794028610'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S-h9OOdSJkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/HiWedQh4scE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6511176610544188891?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6511176610544188891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6511176610544188891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6511176610544188891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6511176610544188891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/betty-white-is-my-hero.html' title='Betty White is my hero..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S-h9OOdSJkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/HiWedQh4scE/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8185269890977334122</id><published>2010-05-09T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:20:50.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day :)</title><content type='html'>Well it's 4:17am and it's offically Mothers Day.. My mommy being a active reader I just wanna take time this time to sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma, even though we drive eachother crazy sometimes.. I love you very much. You're not just my beautiful, smart Momma.. You're one of my best friends. Whenever I have a problem you're there to solve it. I love you sosososososo much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to bed.. It's 4:18 and I have to be up and at your house by 7am.. Yay haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day to allllllll the mommas out there :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your nott a mommaaa.. Go get yours some flowers and a card. :) maybe some icecream to go with it.. Hahah it's what I got mine. She's pretty simple to please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8185269890977334122?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8185269890977334122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8185269890977334122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8185269890977334122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8185269890977334122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5797006371260066801</id><published>2010-05-07T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:08:06.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea she still got it ;)</title><content type='html'>Two hours on the mat today. Had some new girls and guys at the center whom seem to think me being away so long that I've washed up. Well defffff just owned every single one of them. I'm feeling so good about this! I feel like I gave my knee plenty of time to heal and it feels great! God has truely made this happen for me! I see everything happening from here on out! Thialand seems so far away! Well im not going to jinx myself too much. One great day on the ground can lead too many bad ones with a big head. I learned that the hard way. Haha Just left the gym and headed to run with Zack and Brandy! Work then sleeeeeeeeeeep! It's going to be a great day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE STILL GOT IT!! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5797006371260066801?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5797006371260066801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5797006371260066801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5797006371260066801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5797006371260066801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/yea-she-still-got-it.html' title='Yea she still got it ;)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4821032668732999631</id><published>2010-05-06T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:23:42.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me weird..</title><content type='html'>But she means the whole world to me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always telling me that I treat her too much like a human.. That I spoil her too much. That she's JUST a dog. But there's nothing I can't tell her. At times she knows when I'm not feeling good or when I'm upset. So to me.. She's not JUST a dog :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Chloe. My princess.. The best cuddle buddy in the whole world. (Zack might try and argue that, because at times he gets jealous) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5468116219776117218'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S-KmuwZOqeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rWKyYyy1COY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='217' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for work! Didn't sleep. Yay. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha good day and god bless everyone &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-4821032668732999631?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4821032668732999631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4821032668732999631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4821032668732999631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4821032668732999631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/call-me-weird.html' title='Call me weird..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S-KmuwZOqeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rWKyYyy1COY/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3515406132021866173</id><published>2010-05-05T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:29:00.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's May 5th and you're not Mexican.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Cinco De Mayo.. And I got up this morning in a bad mood. No, not cause I didn't sleep good. Surprisingly I slept really good. But no it was when I looked at my phone and checked my texts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey DD! Me and Sean need you tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. My name is NOT DD. Second you're suppose to be my best friend, don't automatically think I'm going to drop my plans and babysit you tonight. I'm tired of people running all over me. Just because I don't drink..doesn't mean I have to be your driver. Give it up for one night and let your friends enjoy themselves and YOU be the driver for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd it's a holiday for mexicans. This is just another pathetic excuse to get drunk. Gahhh I can go on.. But I'm not gonna. It just pisses me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3515406132021866173?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3515406132021866173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3515406132021866173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3515406132021866173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3515406132021866173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-may-5th-and-you-not-mexican.html' title='It&amp;#39;s May 5th and you&amp;#39;re not Mexican.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8718592932413566645</id><published>2010-05-04T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:15:26.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha WALK NAKED IN AMERICA DAY!</title><content type='html'>Forwarded email I got from my Aunt today.. Haha I thought it was funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALK NAKED IN AMERICA DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to mark your calendars. As you may already know, it is a sin for a Muslim male to see any woman other than his wife naked and if he does, he must commit suicide. So next Saturday at 1 PM Eastern Time, all American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists. Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti-terrorist effort. All patriotic men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their houses to demonstrate their support for the women and to prove that they are not Muslim terrorist sympathizers. Since Islam also does not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack at your side is further proof of your patriotism. The American government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti-terrorist activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.. It is your patriotic duty to inform others. If you don't send this to at least 1 person, you're a terrorist-sympathizing, lily-livered coward and are possibly aiding and abetting terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8718592932413566645?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8718592932413566645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8718592932413566645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8718592932413566645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8718592932413566645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/haha-walk-naked-in-america-day.html' title='Haha WALK NAKED IN AMERICA DAY!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-1102250978845804005</id><published>2010-05-03T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:27:33.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday ;)</title><content type='html'>Should be a very exciting day. Today was veryyy long. Back to work tomorrow. Hardcore craving morning star chix nuggets haha.. Going to finish the night off with a hot bath and a good book :) not sure if I'll get anything out of it.. All about a womans self worth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh and btw! I get back to training on Friday! I'll be getting new promo pictures done as soon as I drop the weight I've put on the past two months hahah.. 15 day juice fast? Easy! I'm really excited to get back in the gym and on the mat. :) little scared time has took a toll on me. We'll see! Goodnight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1102250978845804005?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1102250978845804005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1102250978845804005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1102250978845804005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1102250978845804005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/thursday.html' title='Thursday ;)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5223003291407121827</id><published>2010-05-01T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:34:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it was yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://delong.typepad.com/images/911.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px" alt="" src="http://delong.typepad.com/images/911.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the TV in my office is always playing movies... Right now, it's 3am.. and well I can't take my eyes off the screen. It's one of the many doc.'s on 9/11. I've never watched one. Simply because that day affected me in more ways than one. I remember every piece of it. I almost 12 years old. Sixth grade. I was walking into my homeroom class. My teacher was crying her eyes out. We all looked at the TV. Not knowing whats going on. My teacher Miss. Morrelle... we all knew she was from New York. She wasn't talking to us though. She simply told us to sit down.. she was mainly in and out of the classroom on her cell phone... Other teachers were coming to our classroom..trying to take over the class while she was out on the phone. She kept coming in and out telling them to leave. That she wasn't going anywhere. Well, Mr. Davis came in and sat down right next to the TV and muted it. He told us that Mrs. Morrelle's Father worked in the Trade Center. Her brother, was a NYC fire fighter... She was sitting there watching it with us when the second plane hit. I thought she was about to have a heart attack. She fell to the floor screaming. Sad to say she lost both of them that day. That was the last day we seen her. She of course rushed to NY... and well we never got a full story but didn't want to come back. Just seeing someone in that amount of pain...sadness.. It's something I'll never forget for as long as I live. I couldn't take my eyes off that TV that entire day/night. Watching people jump out of the buildings.. Watching the towers fall... It was all so tragic. That night me, my mom and my brother Steven... sat in front of our TV, Candles lit..and just praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here crying my eyes out. I can't believe it's been almost 9 years. It really doesn't seem that long ago. It changed the lives of everyone in the United States. September 11, 2001 was a day I'll never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5223003291407121827?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5223003291407121827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5223003291407121827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5223003291407121827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5223003291407121827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-it-was-yesterday.html' title='Like it was yesterday...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3754187761209355726</id><published>2010-05-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:09:32.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and I'd like to just share this...</title><content type='html'>Not that I don't miss any other players once they leave Florida. But Tim Tebow.... I'll miss him veryyyy much. Like I said... I'm not gonna become a Broncos fan just cause he's on the team. I don't watch Pro at all really. I'm a college football kinda girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttttt.... I think everyone should watch this movingggg speech after our sad loss to Ol' Miss. It still to this day gives me goosebumps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/96vAbtpakLg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/96vAbtpakLg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3754187761209355726?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3754187761209355726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3754187761209355726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3754187761209355726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3754187761209355726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-and-id-like-to-just-share-this.html' title='Oh and I&apos;d like to just share this...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2762732695966159176</id><published>2010-05-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:02:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>No, this is not a deep message. Ha I'm waiting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vblog&lt;/span&gt; I just recorded to upload on YouTube to post. Thought I'd type a couple of words just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blabbb&lt;/span&gt;... like I say in the video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I'm sleep &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S90HNMSeIzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3q0IzETIfuc/s1600/005825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466533445916042034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S90HNMSeIzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3q0IzETIfuc/s200/005825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;deprived and I'm moving 9384982 miles a minute..Most people are the complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to being tired. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; @ the movie playing in my office right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;... "Rock Star?" Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Walberg&lt;/span&gt; with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;redic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; accent...and making it big as some big hair glam band in the 80's. Just looked at the video... 6minutes left. I'm pretty sure if anyone saw me right now, they'd think I was cracked out or something. My fingers are moving like you wouldn't believe. I mean, I know I type fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but I'm pretty sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; close to a record with the speed I'm going right now. I should be one of those people in court rooms that type the whole case. Does anyone else wonder why they do that? I mean, I know they need something on file...but really... it's 2010.. and most court rooms have videos cameras in them anyways. Why not make it a video file? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bhahahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; I'm tired... I'm not making any sense at all. You know what?! I'm just going to end this right here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt; have a nice night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S... as you can tell from the picture you notice three things. 1. I'm an idiot. 2. I'm very bored. and 3. I should be fired. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jess&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/2754660773507772972-2762732695966159176?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2762732695966159176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2762732695966159176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2762732695966159176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2762732695966159176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S90HNMSeIzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/3q0IzETIfuc/s72-c/005825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3769654867867795219</id><published>2010-05-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:07:08.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello May!</title><content type='html'>Goshhh I can't believe it's May already. Currently have For Today blasting through my whole house trying to wake up. Dumb me thought taking a power nap instead of sleeping would be a bright idea. Boy was a wrong. I feel worst than I would have if I would not of slept at all. Slept a whole half hour. Little cousins birthday parties today. Brielle and Kendall. Two of the cutest twins ever. I can't believe their already two! Time flys! Todays agenda.. Birthday party. Pool. Shopping. Working. It's 9am let's do this! Well let's see what May has in store for me. Hopefully it'll bring something good. :) like a new car :D anyone want my 2008 Cobalt? Haha I got my eyes on a new Audi. Have a good day everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3769654867867795219?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3769654867867795219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3769654867867795219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3769654867867795219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3769654867867795219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-may.html' title='Hello May!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-817653457183646674</id><published>2010-04-30T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:46:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No channel 9...</title><content type='html'>I don't want to see you're question marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5465833651610760562'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S9qKvzWitXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rCMsEyYCwjE/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to tell me there's no chance of rain or thunderstorms tomorrow! I want you to say it'll be sunny and that I'll have a awesome day at the beach! Please change this weather status to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- 80 degrees, partly cloudly. 0% chance of rain. 40% humidity and 6ft swells for Daytona beach.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if you could say that there will be no surprise visitors tomorrow like last time. NO JELLYFISH! I've already had my board attacked by a bull shark. I've already been stung by a jfish on the inside of my thigh btw.. Not fun.. Haha I go to the beach and pretty much a target for all wildlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-817653457183646674?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/817653457183646674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=817653457183646674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/817653457183646674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/817653457183646674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-channel-9.html' title='No channel 9...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S9qKvzWitXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rCMsEyYCwjE/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3122435226268026716</id><published>2010-04-30T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:34:51.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd be the anchor...</title><content type='html'>And honestly, I have been begging for answers&lt;br /&gt;That you and only you can give to me&lt;br /&gt;A voice crying loud&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying for days now&lt;br /&gt;And as I start to run, I stop to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I was nearly scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Why you left in paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;The words were nearly over us&lt;br /&gt;You stop and turn and grab your bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hours move to minutes&lt;br /&gt;And minutes take longer to break&lt;br /&gt;I will be desperately awaiting&lt;br /&gt;But my tongue won't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And we've been sitting here for hours&lt;br /&gt;All alone and in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me think of how to word it&lt;br /&gt;Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?&lt;br /&gt;If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everything would find me&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is just to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you sing to me sweet until then,&lt;br /&gt;I may never sail Virginia again&lt;br /&gt;And as this current moves slow for me&lt;br /&gt;This much you must know of me again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have you know I'm scared to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me once again&lt;br /&gt;That you'll love me to the death&lt;br /&gt;And should I die, you swear that you will come for me&lt;br /&gt;As I fade away, you reach out your hand.&lt;br /&gt;And please don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3122435226268026716?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3122435226268026716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3122435226268026716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3122435226268026716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3122435226268026716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-be-anchor.html' title='You&amp;#39;d be the anchor...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7787786458306449432</id><published>2010-04-28T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:52:32.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conception.</title><content type='html'>I haven't got to read it as much as I want to.. Ha but it stays with me at all times. Pros to having a EXTRA large purse. So far in the book it's about... Can I be politically correct right here? "African American" girl. Hah I don't like calling people a color.. Black, white, yellow, brown.. It's annoying. Anywho! It's about a African American girl who believes she'll end up like her mother and all other African American women. Single mothers struggling everyday. It's been really good so far. I don't wanna give tooo much away but I think it's a good book for ALL girls. Not just African American girls. :) I'll finish it by tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7787786458306449432?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7787786458306449432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7787786458306449432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7787786458306449432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7787786458306449432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/04/conception.html' title='Conception.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-5462305917761333779</id><published>2010-04-04T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:53:56.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whata weekend :)</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing Easter weekend! It was tough looking at everyone enjoying the food haha but my juice diet is still going strong. As the weekend comes to a end I'm watching movies with Zack. We're aware that we're lame and don't have a life. But pretty happy we have eachother to spend time with :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was beautiful this morning. I'm proud if my Dad for actually going. It's not something he's known for doing.. And the&lt;br /&gt;message actually stuck with him. I heard him talking to my cousin later on about how in church the pastor said "the bible is a map. The index is a mapquest." haha he called it "neat". My dads adorable. :) well someones complaining again about my phones key clicking sound.. So I'm gonna write more later.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-5462305917761333779?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/5462305917761333779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=5462305917761333779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5462305917761333779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/5462305917761333779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/04/whata-weekend.html' title='Whata weekend :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4509294547080331869</id><published>2010-04-01T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:12:36.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Tattoo &lt;3 My Mamae!</title><content type='html'>This gorgeous lady is my grandmother. My "Mamae". She was one amazing woman. She died October 26th, 2006. She had cancer that started in her liver and moved it's way up to her lungs. I was upset when she died but I was also very happy. She suffered for much too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month before she died we made a trip to St Augustine Beach.. Super gorgeous out there and it was her favorite beach. St Augustine in all is amazing. It was nice being just the two of us. We went to wax museums.. Alligator farm.. And had dinner many times together. She was very weak but so strong at the same time. It was like she knew she didn't have the much more time. When we finally made it down to the beach she just sat there and stared at the ocean.. I knew that she knew it was going to be the last time she was ever looking at that water. The last time she would ever put her toes in the sand. I looked over and she was whiping her face. It was so sad. Three days after we got back she was put in hospis. You know that's never good. She died later that month with all of my family standing around her bed. It was more peacful than sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the whole reason I started in Skate4Cancer. I miss her so much. Well I want this picture of her right under my skate4cancer tattoo.. Only two tattoos going on that arm. :) super stoked! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5455264535383088162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S7T-MRNLnCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PvBWoi166Eo/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='182' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-4509294547080331869?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4509294547080331869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4509294547080331869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4509294547080331869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4509294547080331869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/04/next-tattoo-my-mamae.html' title='Next Tattoo &amp;lt;3 My Mamae!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S7T-MRNLnCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PvBWoi166Eo/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8220514466208570738</id><published>2010-04-01T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:44:42.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools??! Nottttt!</title><content type='html'>So today I was playing the most amazing April fools jokes on people at work... And to my Mom.. Got them all soooo good.. It's the same one I do every year!!! Mom I'm pregnant.. She still falls for it every year. As did every one at work. But some people have been SICK about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison is 9 years old. She was 5 when she got leukimia. I've known her since her first stay in the hospital. She's been in remission with her cancer for about a year now.. And comes up to me today and tells me that it's back and it's server. I started crying like a baby! And she goes "oh my god don't cry Jess! April Fools!" she did it so believable! I was so happy I continuted to cry.. Even 9 year olds can be cruel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say is, be gentle with the jokes. Know the boundries! And don't cross them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.. Only a hour left! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8220514466208570738?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8220514466208570738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8220514466208570738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8220514466208570738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8220514466208570738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-nottttt.html' title='April Fools??! 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I read in a book a few years back how healthy fasting can be. It gets rid of all of your bodys unwanted toxins.. And maybe the most important thing to me.. It can be life changing. Becoming more disciplined when it comes to getting motivated, being organized and even putting more into your relationships. Not with just you're boyfriend/girlfriend.. But with your family friends and most important with God. He's my main focus through this whole thing! I'm doing for him and myself. I'll be blogging on it everyday to document my journey! Wish me luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1354522375217286011?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1354522375217286011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1354522375217286011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1354522375217286011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1354522375217286011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-been-asked-to-join-challenge.html' title='So I&amp;#39;ve been asked to join a challenge...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7060430735463529329</id><published>2010-03-23T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:00:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on the Health Care Reform</title><content type='html'>I'm very frustrated. No, not because I'm against the Health Care Reform. I'm quite honestly not against it 100%. BUT! I'm really tired of hearing about it. I'm tired of talking about it. But when someone makes me angry (My Brother who thinks he knows everything, when in fact doesn't know crap) I blog about it. This will be my ONLY post on it. I'm not even sure if I'm going to link it from my blogger to my website. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;.. I really don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time to talk about it but I'll try to touch basis on it so you somewhat know how I feel on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama Obama Obama Obama. I actually like the guy. I'm tired of hearing everyone bitching about him. (Especially the ones who don't know jack about our government.) I find people trying to touch the subject just to get "Likes" and comments on their "Fuck Obama" Status's on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda directing it towards a certain individual....and they know who they are.. People who don't even research information on our government, any politics for that matter. Turn on CNN every once in a while. Read the New York Times, take actual interest in the topic or don't say anything at all. I love when I come across those people and actually question them on it. Not saying names but I'll somewhat give you the situation and conversation with this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: Man FUCK Obama. This country's going to shit.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Them: Just look at what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's he doing?&lt;br /&gt;Them: Man just everything.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me something..Do you even know who our Governor is?&lt;br /&gt;Them: (Blank stare) Yea, Bush..&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; Bush definitely has been out of office as our Governor since 2007. Now go ahead and tell me what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; done that you have a problem with.&lt;br /&gt;Them: (Quick subject change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me. Maybe the reason I'm so fed up with the whole Health Care Reform issue. People who want to think they know what their talking about, are the ones who are just saying it so they can impress? the people that agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what I think.. I'm just tired of congressmen and women saying they have solved the world's problems, when reality is, all they have accomplished is to remove some clearly egregious insurance practices and shuffle the emergency room inefficiency toward small practices and walk-in clinics. My point is that while there is some good in this law, the overall impact is negligible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even more tired of the other side saying this is the clear start of Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health care reform is 99% hot air and smoke up our asses. Is the net result positive? In my mind yes, but as I said at the beginning, there is so little net result of this its amazing. Nothing was done that having a insurance regulator with actual balls couldn't have stopped over the past 20 years of insurance abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress had a chance to really overhaul the system, but they are idiots who back down from physicians and insurance companies, then come back and tell us how much they "have accomplished" / or "failed the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you misunderstand me. I support this bill generally, but feel they got only about 1% of the job done. They need to save the speeches for when something substantial happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a bunch more issues that are at hand and nothings happening cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; so stuck on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HCR&lt;/span&gt; issue. Deal with it and MOVE ON! I'm done talking about it. Now that its off my chest...I really don't want any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; feedback....it's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;... you have yours...I RESPECT YOURS...So respect mine and don't try to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;feud&lt;/span&gt; with me over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; with it. I don't fight my keyboard. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7060430735463529329?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7060430735463529329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7060430735463529329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7060430735463529329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7060430735463529329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-thoughts-on-health-care-reform.html' title='My thoughts on the Health Care Reform'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-1394158921185242866</id><published>2010-03-23T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:06:45.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just a day dream...</title><content type='html'>Well it's not mystery...everyone that reads my blogs know that I never sleep. Insomnia gets the best of me all the time. Look at me now...I haven't slept in about 45 hours? and I've worked from 10am this morning...(it's now 9:35) and I'm at my second job. I mean, alot of people can say I don't have a very hard job. I look after children...I'm pretty much a babysitter haha...but it's different. I work in a hospital...no I don't give IV's...or any other meds...nothing like that...I'm just pretty much here for company. They don't need nurses...but they need to be in a hospital. People think it's easy...for the most part it is...I spend my days coloring, reading fairy tales and getting on the piano and making music with the kids. But then theres the nights. The graveyard shift... Maybe the hardest part. I don't know what it is about the night..but because all of their Chemo they get sick...Having chemo done to your body puts quite a toll on it. You can't keep food down...most of the time they need IV's just to keep hydrated. Now us as adults it doesn't seem that bad...but just because you're a child who gets them all the time... everytime is like the last...and it hurts just as bad getting a IV... you don't get use to it. The hard part about my job isn't just seeing their helpless faces everyday...but having to physically hold a 3 year old down so nurses can stick needles in them... I'll never get use to it. I realize it's whats best for them...and they need it...but I just want to punch nurses in the face half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm mainly writing about is yea, I complain about not sleeping alot...but I'm not the only one with the problem. These kids face it everyday. The pain.. Sleepless nights that they spend with me. Blahhh and look at me... I'm writing this and the tears are just a flowin. :( I was asked on facebook just the other day with those question survey things they have... "If you could have one superpower what would it be?" It would be the power of Healing. I would take away all cancer, aids, burns, EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting back to work...I've got some paper work to attend to. hahah but I'm sure i'll write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1394158921185242866?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1394158921185242866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1394158921185242866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1394158921185242866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1394158921185242866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-just-day-dream.html' title='Not just a day dream...'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6722776004695154777</id><published>2010-03-22T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:02:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead me to the cross..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Savior I come&lt;br /&gt;Quiet my soul remember&lt;br /&gt;Redemptions hill&lt;br /&gt;Where Your blood was spilled&lt;br /&gt;For my ransom&lt;br /&gt;Everything I once held dear&lt;br /&gt;I count it all as lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to the cross&lt;br /&gt;Where Your love poured out&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Lord I lay me down&lt;br /&gt;Rid me of myself&lt;br /&gt;I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;Lead me, lead me to the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were as I&lt;br /&gt;Tempted and trialed&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Te word became flesh&lt;br /&gt;Bore my sin and death&lt;br /&gt;Now you're risen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your heart&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6722776004695154777?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6722776004695154777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6722776004695154777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6722776004695154777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6722776004695154777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/03/lead-me-to-cross.html' title='Lead me to the cross..'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4627705408019248443</id><published>2010-03-19T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:03:33.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Scorsese.</title><content type='html'>Maybe my favorite director ever. I think he deserves praise for the following titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodfellas &lt;br /&gt;Casino&lt;br /&gt;Gangs of New York&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver&lt;br /&gt;And The Departed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely incredible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-4627705408019248443?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4627705408019248443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4627705408019248443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4627705408019248443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4627705408019248443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/03/martin-scorsese.html' title='Martin Scorsese.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4409373850483637415</id><published>2010-02-26T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:13:27.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more septum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So about a week ago, I thought I'd try and be hard and re-gauge my septum back to a 10g. Let me do a quick run down of what I've put it through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time I did it I was 15...lol I pierced it at a 16g and had it there for a while...then when I was 16 I gauged it to a 10...IT HURT SOOOO BAD haha..Well I took it out maybe 6months after that...and had it out till I was almost 19...I could only fit a 16 in it...and well I had it that way till like I said..about a week ago...hahaha and the first time putting it to a 10 wasn't NEARLY as bad as the second...piercing it the very first time wasn't bad at all...it's quick pain...it's there one second and gone the next...BUT GAUGING IT IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT STORY! The pain is there...and it STAYS! hahah first time it was sore for a couple of days...this time around it was sore for about a week...so I took it out..I'm thinking about putting it back in once it's back to a 16g so we'll see....hahah but for now...I LOOK NORMAL hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 586px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs488.ash1/26712_1270191792935_1174064023_30702669_6736808_n.jpg" border="0" /&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/2754660773507772972-4409373850483637415?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4409373850483637415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4409373850483637415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4409373850483637415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4409373850483637415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-more-septum.html' title='No more septum.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-692305144787042039</id><published>2010-02-21T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:01:22.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Way to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/110808357910171978307/MoviesAndShowReviews?authkey=Gv1sRgCIeb5fbN5KDNJQ#5440959406063363378'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S4IrwJu6JTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/POQY57xuBiI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-692305144787042039?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/692305144787042039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=692305144787042039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/692305144787042039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/692305144787042039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmmm.html' title='Mmmmm :)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S4IrwJu6JTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/POQY57xuBiI/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6508230740583769835</id><published>2010-02-15T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:49:02.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers married!</title><content type='html'>Weirddddddddd! The wedding was gorgeous! I only cried because Steven cried. It was weird seeing my brother so commited to one girl when most of my life he was the biggest whore! But Crystal is a awesome ladayyy :) I couldn't be happier for them.&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6508230740583769835?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6508230740583769835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6508230740583769835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6508230740583769835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6508230740583769835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-brothers-married.html' title='My brothers married!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2743309665780054038</id><published>2010-02-10T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:53:40.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day! Amazing night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw New Found Glory at the house of blues tonight. They were incredible. Worked alot with Crystal and Steven with the final touches for the wedding. :) then watched American Idol and already have my favorite! Andrew Garcia! He's so good! :) ha well shower/and bed. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2743309665780054038?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2743309665780054038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2743309665780054038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2743309665780054038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2743309665780054038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-day-amazing-night.html' title='Great day! Amazing night!'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3608879346226685398</id><published>2010-01-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:17:13.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to breath like you need it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everybody's&lt;/span&gt; got it coming whether or not they want to.&lt;br /&gt;Change your face before we get to...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you think it's ridiculous?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it's time for another famous self-evaluation. And as in the usual manner of things, this came to me in the wee hours of the night. I have always found it fascinating; how God speaks so late at night. I use to think that perhaps God was simply a night owl or got caught up with jobs on the other side of the planet and only had time at night to speak, but I'm beginning to grasp a far more practical truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always speaks, I simply do not always hear. (Sound familiar?) Often times, the only time I allow for God to speak are late at night, when everyone is asleep, when all the work is laid aside, when all the good shows are over, or my eyes are too tired to read. That is when I am quiet and allow God to step in and speak; and I see who I am. And you know, I am rarely satisfied with who I am becoming. I mean, I'm not a terrible person. There's just somethings I need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wonder if anyone will miss me when I am dead.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they will say, "She was so beautiful!"&lt;br /&gt;Or will they remember me for my talent?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my witty sense of humor? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not just for beating up people.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to Google some good recipes,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can be remembered for my excellent cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Or you know, I'm not so bad at acrobatics,&lt;br /&gt;I could take that up again and be remembered for being an flexible and athletic."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something pathetic like that.&lt;br /&gt;Because the truth is, I care a lot about what kind of legacy I'll leave behind me; and that causes me to wish I could be a different person altogether or to simply wish I had done the slightest move in a less awkward fashion. I've been told I've done some great things. But theres always more I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot is changing from minimal things to very huge things, However, this one thing remains the same - I am nothing without Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life I lead isn't about me, and it never was. Never will be.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't care about what people think of me,&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I should focus on reflecting God. I can try and look as pretty as anything, but in the end, it fades away, and all I'm left to bare are my unimpressive naked insides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3608879346226685398?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3608879346226685398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3608879346226685398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3608879346226685398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3608879346226685398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-breath-like-you-need-it.html' title='How to breath like you need it.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-6559239864258554286</id><published>2010-01-21T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:54:34.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.L.C</title><content type='html'>I loved this...just saying. Urban Dictionary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. skate4cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy skate4cancer mugs, tshirts and magnetsAs cancer continues to dominate the leading causes of death by disease in North America, skate4cancer recognizes major organizations devoted to finding a cure in the near future. While our medium of support may vary, our objective remains: to foster a public awareness of cancer in its multiple forms and an appreciation for cancer-research and support teams within national hospitals. Our initiatives target the youth audience to actualize their potential in the fight against cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 2005, Founder Rob Dyer organized a concert event at Torontos MOD Club Theatre, with headliner Dallas Green of City and Colour. The event marked a renewal for skate4cancer; with the first skate under his belt, Rob felt that s4c could expand in new directions, targeting the significance of music within the skateboarding scene. The sold-out event was a major success, and raised $9000 for Princess Margaret Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skate4cancer will continue so long as the fight against cancer remains unresolved. If people wish to donate to the cause, we will continue to skate. If people have yet to hear of our cause, we will continue to tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skate4Cancer Does Not Take Donations, We Do This Out Of Love!&lt;br /&gt;But We Do Ask You Give To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Margaret Hospital&lt;br /&gt;610 University Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Toronto, ON&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;M5G 2M9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-6559239864258554286?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/6559239864258554286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=6559239864258554286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6559239864258554286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/6559239864258554286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/dlc.html' title='D.L.C'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-4527011468999353505</id><published>2010-01-21T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:44:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job.</title><content type='html'>Working at the hospital seriously makes my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kcLWpheYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/k2q6eJCRSEE/s1600-h/l_tOUIiPdKnpoIYkWa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429401807155722626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kcLWpheYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/k2q6eJCRSEE/s320/l_tOUIiPdKnpoIYkWa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;world go round. Keeps&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kU0Yu4djI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t7Co2BBT8go/s1600-h/l_tOUIiPdKnpoIYkWa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sain&lt;/span&gt;. The one thing I ever look forward to. I've never felt so blessed. God has put these kids in my life for a reason. Making them smile is what I think I was born to do. I mean I jump back and forth with different things I want to do in my life. One week I wanna be a artist, the next I wanna do hair...I can never seem to make up my mind. But the one thing I haven't giving up on is working with these kids. I can't even begin to explain how much I enjoy helping them. It's not so easy though, not just the actual job..ha lights out is pretty tough but that's nothing. The tough part is knowing I can't do anything to make their pain go away. I can't make them better. It breaks my heart when I have to see one of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a shot, or when they get so sick from chemo that they have to stay near a bed bucket at all times. I want to be able to help more than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night during lights out, I pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daltons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kXV-mW_8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/cxoivIweKQo/s1600-h/l_MfCeLbyIeehkxuMt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429396492120424386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kXV-mW_8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/cxoivIweKQo/s320/l_MfCeLbyIeehkxuMt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;room. It's still so weird to see everything taken down. I was asked to help take them down and just couldn't..I felt like my legs were about to give in. He really made that room his with the Simple Plan posters, the Twilight bed sheets and his lava lamps. As most of you know, I'm not much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cry er&lt;/span&gt;. Crying makes me feel weak. Also makes my face hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;..but for the past couple of days, just passing his room, or having other kids ask where he's at has torn me apart. I always prepared myself for one of my kids not making it. But never him. I mean, we always knew that something could happen.. I just didn't it actually would. Him going through everything he did..he was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strongest&lt;/span&gt; little boy I knew. At age 4 he went through 21 blood transfusions, 7 platelet transfusions, 23 Lumbar punctures, 6 bone marrow aspirations, enough chemotherapy treatments to fill one third of a water tower, and more pills and oral medicines than five people take in a lifetime. His funeral in on Saturday. I'm kind of looking forward to it. We're celebrating his life. Carrie's asked me to try and not cry...but I can tell you right now..I will be a mess. I'm not bothering with makeup cause it'll look terrible by the end of the day. We've got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; to let go for him...maybe he'll catch one..I know God's got a great spot picked out in heaven for my buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kb-ipBSjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XlVuKp4U-HQ/s1600-h/l_wBSgPGJzVSsSylhI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429401587036539442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kb-ipBSjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XlVuKp4U-HQ/s320/l_wBSgPGJzVSsSylhI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're all slowly getting back to normal. If it wasn't for my kid's at AP I'd be in deep depression right now. We have a blast every day I'm here. I mean, yea working doubles and super long hours get to me at times. But I love every second I'm here. Arts and Crafts, Karaoke, all of us curling up to watch movies, teaching them ASL and of course getting on the piano and write some pretty amazing music. I was put on this Earth for a purpose. To make them smile. Describing the enjoyment I get when I see their faces just staring back up at me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;austin&lt;/span&gt; making me spike his hair, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alicia&lt;/span&gt; wanting to take 9953945 pictures with me, doing Alyssa's makeup...ALL OF IT...just makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; thankful for my life that I was given. I thank God every day for these kids...I love you all. -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jesssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2754660773507772972-4527011468999353505?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/4527011468999353505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=4527011468999353505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4527011468999353505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/4527011468999353505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2dwoB5OL5qg/S1kcLWpheYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/k2q6eJCRSEE/s72-c/l_tOUIiPdKnpoIYkWa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-3387293954491724561</id><published>2010-01-20T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:57:16.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you didn't know,</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday. Yesterday was also a day I'll never forget. The night before as I watched 12am approach, just waiting for my birthday... Dalton, whom I've mentioned many times before, passed away. He was one of the first kids I started working with at the hospital a whole 3 years ago. At age 4, he's made one of the biggest impacts on my life and many others. With past blogs I talked about how much he loved listening to Simple Plan...well all day yesterday their music did not leave my radio. No one knows how much I'll miss that kid. I love you Dalton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-3387293954491724561?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/3387293954491724561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=3387293954491724561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3387293954491724561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/3387293954491724561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-didnt-know.html' title='If you didn&apos;t know,'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-8868053366717478623</id><published>2010-01-14T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:57:28.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five ways to help Haiti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p288105-Children_in_the_village_of_Terrier_Rouge_Haiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p288105-Children_in_the_village_of_Terrier_Rouge_Haiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all heard of the recent events in Haiti. I haven't been able to turn on the news without bursting into tears. Not that I'm not thinking about everyone else..but the one thing that keeps crossing my mind are trapped children. The children that lost their lives. It's all devistating and I wanted to help. I've made my donations but obviously there is more in need. Here are your five ways to help. Keep them all in your prayers. I know they'll be in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clintonfoundation.org/haitiearthquake/"&gt;-The Clinton Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islamicreliefusa.org/emergencies/haiti-earthquake"&gt;-Islamic Relief USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pih.org/home.html"&gt;Partners in Health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://donate.doctorswithoutborders.org/SSLPage.aspx?pid=197&amp;amp;hbc=1&amp;amp;source=ADR1001E1D01"&gt;-Doctors Without Borders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/"&gt;The Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text “HAITI” to “90999″ and $10 will be given automatically to the Red Cross and charged to your cell phone bill. This is confirmed on www.state.gov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-8868053366717478623?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/8868053366717478623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=8868053366717478623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8868053366717478623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/8868053366717478623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-ways-to-help-haiti.html' title='Five ways to help Haiti.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-9214225277329447919</id><published>2010-01-14T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:43:55.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>Where are our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrong and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/l_e0e1975904f1fc361eb7bea94afc917b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 462px" alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/l_e0e1975904f1fc361eb7bea94afc917b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could choose to live the way C.S. Lewis describes above.&lt;br /&gt;But what satisfaction is in that?&lt;br /&gt;What do we gain?&lt;br /&gt;What can we give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he later proposes is to take the risk of love. In that risk we will be heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;Broken for injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could 'wrap ourselves in hobbies' and ignore the injustice. Basically live a self-centered life in which we chase the best options for our own physical well being. The life in which we are in a bubble. The life that the enemy would have us believe is the best way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary we could live the life Christ would have us live. One that we are selfless. Laying down our desires to help those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice that doesn't discriminate! Judge income, ethnicity, need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be free from my desires and ambitions so that I can be free to be who God wants me to be? I want to lay down my selfish addictions and my addiction to selfishness. This is my greatest struggle and what would be the greatest victory. This is what Jesus lived. This is my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my life be a living sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will only ever occur when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt; and accept the risk of heartbreak that come with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I love my God and all His creation with my entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my honest reality. One of great victory and great defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-9214225277329447919?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/9214225277329447919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=9214225277329447919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/9214225277329447919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/9214225277329447919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-1078372418894120898</id><published>2010-01-13T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:03:28.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Everything (skit)</title><content type='html'>I cant begin to explain how much this moved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjfUdk3C7Uo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjfUdk3C7Uo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-1078372418894120898?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/1078372418894120898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=1078372418894120898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1078372418894120898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/1078372418894120898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/lifehouse-everything-skit.html' title='Lifehouse - Everything (skit)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2242078866059101319</id><published>2010-01-13T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:01:01.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing we can't handle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what distressing times I face,&lt;br /&gt;When rain and storms replace the sunny weather,&lt;br /&gt;When things I counted on fail to sustain me,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing we can’t handle, Lord, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those I thought were friends act more like foes,&lt;br /&gt;If I start to lose the things I hold most dear,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can tell it all to You;&lt;br /&gt;You want to listen to me and to hear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://eedify.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/girl-praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my earthly world dissolves before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;When problems seem too great for me to bear,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be there for me, Lord, I know;&lt;br /&gt;I can come to you on bended knees in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a comfort, Lord, to realize,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be my King, my Lord, my Friend;&lt;br /&gt;To share my burdens, worries, and my cares,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll love me and support me to the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2242078866059101319?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2242078866059101319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2242078866059101319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2242078866059101319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2242078866059101319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-we-cant-handle.html' title='Nothing we can&apos;t handle.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-7949965328561963833</id><published>2010-01-13T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:48:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman After God's Own Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sovereignbooks.ca/images/9780736918831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 519px" alt="" src="http://www.sovereignbooks.ca/images/9780736918831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, out of all the suggestions I've got for Christian books. This is the number one I was told to read. I JUST finally got it in the mail and I'll start it sometime tomorrow. I feel like reading is all I've been doing lately..Ha I've been working so much...It's I'm either on the computer or reading. I'm sure I'll have it finished by the end of the week. :) I'm getting so proud of myself looking at my book shelf. I've added some many GREAT books to it lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news...like a little update. Of course working all the time. Went to the doctor about my knee today...got my dreaded steriod shot..felt amazing. :( Didn't get approved to fight again. I guess it's messed up pretty bad. Haven't slept in a couple of days...is that surprising? Well, I'm sure I'll sleep tonight. Nothing going on tomorrow...BESIDESSSSSSS THE VAMPIRE DIARIES COMING BACK ON!!!!! :D So siked! It's been wayyyy too long. Oh and open mic night is this Saturday. I'm playing White Horse- By Taylor Swift. Doing it on piano though. :) should be fun. So happy i'm writing music again. Something I haven't done in a while. Well thats it for now! I'll write something after I start the book tomorrow. Who knows I might finish it all in one sitting. I've been known to do that with really good books. -jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-7949965328561963833?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/7949965328561963833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=7949965328561963833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7949965328561963833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/7949965328561963833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/woman-after-gods-own-heart.html' title='A Woman After God&apos;s Own Heart.'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2754660773507772972.post-2209117999414690543</id><published>2010-01-13T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:16:17.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Night (Marked)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://contentcafe.btol.com/Jacket/Jacket.aspx?SysID=sjvls&amp;amp;CustID=bt0212&amp;amp;Key=9780312360269&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Return=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 524px" alt="" src="http://contentcafe.btol.com/Jacket/Jacket.aspx?SysID=sjvls&amp;amp;CustID=bt0212&amp;amp;Key=9780312360269&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Return=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Started Reading a new series. Everyone knows my obsession with Vampires. So I went to Borders looking for something OTHER than Twlight. Well this series caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading the first chapter of this book I was intrigued, but confused. Zoey is at school talking at her friend at her locker and a member of the ‘undead’ is just standing there and “marks” her with a half-moon crescent on her forehead. This mark apparently means she will now turn into a vampyre (yes, with a ‘Y’). Her friend seems upset, but not in the “holy crap and vampire was just next to us at our school” kind of way. It’s more of a “uh-oh not you…that sucks” kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to flip the book over and make sure I hadn’t missed part one of the series. To make sure I wasn’t missing something crucial. Then I read the book description and Zoey and her friends are “living in a world much like our own, only where vampyres have always existed.” Ahhhhh now I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked a little more explaination in the first chapter…or even the second. I love a little intrigue to pull you in, but in my opinion it took a bit too long to figure out what the heck was going on. Hopefully if you read my review, you won’t be as lost as I was. I’m going to try to explain without giving too much away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the vampyre tracker marks Zoey with the mark, a crescent shape tattoo-like on her forehead. As a vampyre matures into adulthood, the mark darkens and glows. Once a fledgling vampyre is marked, they must go to the House of Night, a school for vampyres, or they will undoubtedly die, and not in the “becoming one of the undead kind of way”. They must leave their past lives behind. There is no being bitten and turning into a vampyre, you are sought out and marked. Scientists in Zoey’s world have researched and found that a DNA change occurs in some children in some teenagers as hormone levels rise and bring on the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she makes it to The House of Night Zoey tries to go to see her Grandmother Redbird. While she is there she has a supernatural experience where she is visited by the Goddess Nyx. Nyx is known by many names, Gaia being the one that stood out for me. Zoey is of Native American heritage and this is tied into the whole vampyre legend and mystique. The Goddess Nyx gives her a message that seems both a blessing and a curse. She will have a very important role to play as a vampyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Grandmother finds her and takes her to The House of Night, which is unlike anything she expected. Zoey finds that like a regular high school, there are the popular, snotty cliques, and the more seemingly normal, if that can exist in a group of vampyre students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like that Zoey stands up to the bully for not only herself but her friends as well. I also like the twist on the Vampire legend. I like the tie-ins to Native American culture. I like the mark of the vampyre appearing as a tattoo that matures with you. I thought the idea that vampyres were not legends or myths as in our society, but as I said before, it was confusing at first. I didn’t like how, in this world similar yet so different to our own, some things were a bit too alike. If society is supposed to be so different, then why are famous modern-day actors vampyres? A lot of current social references. Wouldn’t vampyres living amongst us as reality change how our society turned out? Just makes the whole thing a little confusing. I thought some of the language was unnecessary. I also thought there was a bit of overcompensation by the authors to make a point to say that Zoey, our heroine, thinks that all these things that are wrong, i.e. oral sex, drugs, teenage drinking, public displays of affection, and announces it often. It was kind of like “Okay we want to say teenagers having oral sex is bad, but we are going to put it in the book and make the person doing it evil.” One other thing I felt was interesting was the “Friends of Faith” church group. It seemed that everyone who was an inkling of religious was part of this group which was made out to look like a patriarchal cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone, somewhere say this book was Harry Potter meets Twilight. I think I’d have to agree, but you have to throw in some bad language and naughtiness. Overall it was a decent read. I will most likely read the next in the series, but I am not in a rush to go out and buy it tomorrow. One last thing, I found it interesting that this book was written by a mother/daughter team. Hehehe ‘Hey mom, lets add some oral sex and swear words!’ ‘Okay sounds great, and how about we kill some people off while we are at it!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Themes: Strong Language, sexual scenes, homosexuality, a high importance placed on wiccan/neo-pagan rituals, bullying in school, homophobia, vampirism, death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Horror/Sci-fi/Fantasy- Listed as teen/young adult….but I would definitely classify this for mature audiences only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Of all places…Oklahoma…go figure. In a modern day world like our own, but where vampyres are living in society with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Zoey, a troubled 16 year-old, is marked by a vampyre tracker and must drop her human life and go to the House of Night, or suffer the consequences, certain death. She must attend and learn vampyre customs and traditions at her new school. But, no school is complete, vampyre or not, without cliques, bullies and social awkwardness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2754660773507772972-2209117999414690543?l=jessis4c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/feeds/2209117999414690543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2754660773507772972&amp;postID=2209117999414690543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2209117999414690543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2754660773507772972/posts/default/2209117999414690543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessis4c.blogspot.com/2010/01/house-of-night-marked.html' title='The House of Night (Marked)'/><author><name>The life of a sailors wife</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNMFgtDtgGU/Tiizq7U5qQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5KmiSRdGA1Q/s220/74350_104467112956520_100001796955517_32525_1530215_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
