<?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-8528309</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:27:42.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dain Bread</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6033453259210430339</id><published>2012-01-24T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:05:26.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me Internets for I have sinned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;...It's been 8 days since my last confession.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So for lack of much interesting going lately... well, that we can publicly announce on the internetz, I decided to write about myself! What can I say, I'm&amp;nbsp;narcissistic. But so is Blake, so we match. But I've seen "confessions" on several blogs I read and I think they are the bees-knees! I'm 95% sure that the next post I put up will make your toes curl a little bit though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Without further&amp;nbsp;adieu, I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I have been jamming to Britney and my pals N'sync lately, a big change from my Cradle of Filth-lovin' self. My favorite gingerhead-man might hang his head in shame, but I loves me some "booty shakin'!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I flicked a drop of cleaning water off my gloves and onto my eyelid when I was cleaning the bathtub the other day and let out a blood-curdling scream into my empty apartment. Afterwards I crouched there, silently ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;After a couple months of being on a "ferment EVERYTHING!" kick, when I saw the zucchini rotted at the bottom of my veggie crisper, I felt nauseous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Kanye is my new man. As are Taio Cruz and Flo Rida. I made a Pandora station and everything. Next thing ya know I'll be ridin' dirty down the parking lot with my windows rolled down, flashing my grillz. Wigga what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I was alone in the gym the other day with Twilight playing. I still kept an eye and a half on the movie, entranced at the glittery men, but paranoid someone would come in and catch me watching it. It's more interesting if you don't hear dialogue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;A lot of ideas Blake has are bad…. until they're MY ideas. (i.e.: Perhaps Sonic tots and a limeade would accompany our dinner perfectly!) I call it the Wife Syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I eat perhaps 85% of my meals (don't ask how I came up with that percentage because I don't know myself) in front of a screen. I'm sorry I've shamed you, Mummy. I BLAME THE BLAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Sometimes I'll get all dressed up and ready for the gym and end up just spending the day dressed in my nasty gym clothes and booby-crushing sports bra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I crave lobster, a lot. I don't know why! I've never eaten one of the little guys! Or even smelled one cooking. …I think… perhaps it was disguised as hot dogs, Mumsy? o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;If I absolutely must eat an egg, I always fish out the little fetuses in them or I can't enjoy the food. But if I'm making eggs just for Blake, I have no problem letting him munch on the chewy little chicken zygotes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I taped myself singing to my iPod once. …Ahem… I thought about saving it for when people ask me why I don't sing in church. I've never been so embarrassed for myself, so I had to delete it immediately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;If I get tired of some leftover in the fridge, I'll pack it in Blake's lunch until it's gone. He's got no choice to eat it or he'll go hungry. Muahahaha! Hopefully he doesn't read this post…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Sometimes I'll get mad at the Mountain Dew 2 liter the Blake has been nursing for keeping him hyper when I want to sleep and will give it a little shake when Blake is in the other room. Blake can never know I shake his baby. He just wonders how it gets flat so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I can't walk barefoot on "pet-carpet." Or eat off "pet-plates." Or lean back on couches that are "pet couches." Serious fur-OCD runs in my familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;When I've got a runny nose during the winter, I'll put a few squares of TP in my coat pockets when I go out and wipe my nose a little at a time. Then when the next winter comes up, I'll find tissues in my coat pockets and will continue using them if I don't have an alternative. I found 4 squares of practically untouched TP in my white hoodie the other day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I am an American Eagle-aholic. And since the jeans are a little on the pricey side, I have to wear them all--even if I have several pairs two sizes too big. I own jeans and a pair of shorts that are so baggy in the waist and butt that approx. 3-4 inches of underwear show when I walk. Even non-fashionista Blake complains that my butt looks bad. But they are American Eagle so I will continue to wear them. Forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I confess…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Blake's visiting teachers came by and one of them asked for a glass of water. Blake let him use one of our red glass cups (previously my favorite kind), and now, approx. 7 months later, I still can't use the red cups because they don't feel clean enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoDZXWyBq7M/Tx98dNn_4hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/NlgARdJ5nHw/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoDZXWyBq7M/Tx98dNn_4hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/NlgARdJ5nHw/s640/IMG_0458.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It would be lame to write a post without a picture... so I put one I snapped of Lars- Blake's alter-ego. This was directly taken after he said, "Yezz, we shall goe shoppingz for thee new Bunz of Steel moshun pictuuure, Loverrr."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6033453259210430339?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6033453259210430339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6033453259210430339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6033453259210430339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6033453259210430339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2012/01/forgive-me-internets-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive me Internets for I have sinned...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoDZXWyBq7M/Tx98dNn_4hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/NlgARdJ5nHw/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4395523666197450668</id><published>2012-01-16T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:50:00.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I went through my phone and found a lot of images that made me smile so I had to post them, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2ZrvfpKobY/TxT117HL8WI/AAAAAAAAA40/I8ueY1JR0l8/s1600/2010-12-10+19.17.31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2ZrvfpKobY/TxT117HL8WI/AAAAAAAAA40/I8ueY1JR0l8/s320/2010-12-10+19.17.31.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First one is a picture of a picture hanging in Blake's fantastic Grandma's house. It seems me and Blake were twin-souls even when we were children because there are family photos floating around with me pulling faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hCAX7guoI8/TxT13LUdvpI/AAAAAAAAA48/J4uvaGhukC8/s1600/IMG_20110211_205413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hCAX7guoI8/TxT13LUdvpI/AAAAAAAAA48/J4uvaGhukC8/s320/IMG_20110211_205413.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we were doing some drill work in the apt I made Blake take off his shirt to do it so I could admire his manly-man-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp4WNd65IPI/TxT14NuAwKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/H2l6ms9cb0c/s1600/IMG_20110212_074207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp4WNd65IPI/TxT14NuAwKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/H2l6ms9cb0c/s320/IMG_20110212_074207.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've had a lot of people bucher my name spelling before... but, really? "Loin??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2wuWRpclgA/TxT15k5cLfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/O5HMb0ZB10A/s1600/IMG_20110507_155820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2wuWRpclgA/TxT15k5cLfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/O5HMb0ZB10A/s320/IMG_20110507_155820.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At perhaps the funnest sandwich shop ever- City Bites. Blake's sandwich had tatertots in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3h7TG2Lu4ec/TxT17LDWKbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/b_EHR8Lo1xE/s1600/IMG_20110507_155845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3h7TG2Lu4ec/TxT17LDWKbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/b_EHR8Lo1xE/s320/IMG_20110507_155845.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mine was the delicious veggie with cherry peppers. I almost stepped in a diaper walking to the shop, but it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlWobv6-6OE/TxT18Va9EcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/TJJkVNnHOxI/s1600/IMG_20110511_211717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlWobv6-6OE/TxT18Va9EcI/AAAAAAAAA5c/TJJkVNnHOxI/s320/IMG_20110511_211717.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when I wash our sheets when Blake is home. He makes housework very difficult. The night we put the clean sheets on I can hear him smelling the sheets when we go to bed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IB6TeunRLI/TxT195GQh_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/cUB7gqqJeyY/s1600/IMG_20110725_144602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IB6TeunRLI/TxT195GQh_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/cUB7gqqJeyY/s320/IMG_20110725_144602.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My tottering heels. Grrrrowl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opr2gJUnsyg/TxT1_JyB8AI/AAAAAAAAA5s/T4ATEtauy7o/s1600/IMG_20110822_034501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opr2gJUnsyg/TxT1_JyB8AI/AAAAAAAAA5s/T4ATEtauy7o/s320/IMG_20110822_034501.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me in a fat mask. Actually it is a&amp;nbsp;gelatin pore strips recipe that can pull your eyebrows right off your face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OevKGNzZMJo/TxT2AzN1vQI/AAAAAAAAA50/qT26c0e1IxE/s1600/IMG_20110902_174237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OevKGNzZMJo/TxT2AzN1vQI/AAAAAAAAA50/qT26c0e1IxE/s320/IMG_20110902_174237.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One stage of my platinum blond journey. Yeller blond. It calmed down after a wash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xNiO8fPJCE/TxT2BgYB2XI/AAAAAAAAA58/qcIdsdAPGb4/s1600/IMG_20110909_194651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xNiO8fPJCE/TxT2BgYB2XI/AAAAAAAAA58/qcIdsdAPGb4/s320/IMG_20110909_194651.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oklahoma sunsets are very gorgeous. Maybe it's the smog, maybe it's the fact that there are no mountains to block out the gasses. I love standing by the railing and looking at the city skyline at sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-ZfpvGAOjw/TxT2Cr_xXqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8qwn6n1PxqM/s1600/IMG_20111031_160737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-ZfpvGAOjw/TxT2Cr_xXqI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8qwn6n1PxqM/s320/IMG_20111031_160737.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blake in my sleep mask one morning. He is a multi-faceted sleeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHU32V8pT9Q/TxT2ESD86LI/AAAAAAAAA6M/9fNwwbGskBs/s1600/IMG_20111129_150006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHU32V8pT9Q/TxT2ESD86LI/AAAAAAAAA6M/9fNwwbGskBs/s320/IMG_20111129_150006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blake's new boots. I spent a day breaking them in for him and even though they flapped on my feet and are ugly as sin. 100 brownie points for me! Perhaps I'll have him return the favor and break in my next pair of heels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3RmA3KTKEE/TxT2GMl6WHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/lNcgP_hOscA/s1600/IMG_20111201_144654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3RmA3KTKEE/TxT2GMl6WHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/lNcgP_hOscA/s320/IMG_20111201_144654.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The picture I sent Blake when I found I can fit into my skinny jeans again! Pst-they fit even better now than they do in high school somehow! I screamed and danced in our empty apt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E--reKDZNN0/TxT2Hj_9oRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Lx_2Z99GocM/s1600/IMG_20111202_135434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E--reKDZNN0/TxT2Hj_9oRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Lx_2Z99GocM/s320/IMG_20111202_135434.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I were a tellytubby I would be Jocey-Wocey. PS-the plunger was brand new...but it went with my outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XadSn7BlkBM/TxT2IlC8v3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/xTUv26IUGUk/s1600/IMG_20111202_190237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XadSn7BlkBM/TxT2IlC8v3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/xTUv26IUGUk/s320/IMG_20111202_190237.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Downtown OKC has tons of trees and all of them were strung with lights on all the branches. Blake has to drive so I can stare at all the pretty colors. It is one thing OK has over Utah at Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UA3hFbscGCg/TxT2J5ory8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/QvecIqkzGsM/s1600/IMG_20111217_112903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UA3hFbscGCg/TxT2J5ory8I/AAAAAAAAA6s/QvecIqkzGsM/s320/IMG_20111217_112903.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Homemade bread bowls. My tomato bisque was perfect, Blake's chicken-noodle leaked out of his thin bowl. Otherwise pretty heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ug-VWd0v0/TxT2K04hbqI/AAAAAAAAA60/jntjYOhE0Vk/s1600/IMG_20111225_222023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ug-VWd0v0/TxT2K04hbqI/AAAAAAAAA60/jntjYOhE0Vk/s320/IMG_20111225_222023.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GIANT black olives! It's been years since we've been able to put olives on our fingers so we had to indulge. It. Was. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apXtV9i7FCA/TxT2L8bwOcI/AAAAAAAAA68/4_Xn5NM3t-w/s1600/IMG_20111231_221843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apXtV9i7FCA/TxT2L8bwOcI/AAAAAAAAA68/4_Xn5NM3t-w/s320/IMG_20111231_221843.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One evening Blake got hungry and made himself some ramen and an egg. It completely stunk up the apt! So I told him he'd better eat outside. =D It was pathetic. He was shivery and hobo-ish. So I let him inside. I think me putting him on the patio erased my previously earned brownie points. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx_BQOhpgdw/TxT2NMERc-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/YX4vj5ZuNgI/s1600/IMG_20120113_121716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx_BQOhpgdw/TxT2NMERc-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/YX4vj5ZuNgI/s320/IMG_20120113_121716.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My new raspberry coat that Blake sweetly ordered for me. Best hubby eva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFg6wqs182U/TxT2OeiizWI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jDrRftvnW80/s1600/IMG_20120116_123944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFg6wqs182U/TxT2OeiizWI/AAAAAAAAA7M/jDrRftvnW80/s320/IMG_20120116_123944.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our brunchfast today-spaghetti squash, salad, and garlic toast. Spaghetti squash is incredible! Blake said he could eat it every couple weeks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it was completely thrilling to look at my phone pics... but it's for my benefit also. Blake and I had an awesome holiday today and looking back at these memories just finished it off great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4395523666197450668?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4395523666197450668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4395523666197450668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4395523666197450668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4395523666197450668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2012/01/phone-dump.html' title='Phone Dump'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2ZrvfpKobY/TxT117HL8WI/AAAAAAAAA40/I8ueY1JR0l8/s72-c/2010-12-10+19.17.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-216149816260573226</id><published>2012-01-04T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:10:27.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas as celebrated by the ghosts of Christmas Jocelyn and Blakester</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Prepare for pictures overload...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6JdBGI7OPM/TwUVmj8dFjI/AAAAAAAAA24/C6k3w6ntyYA/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6JdBGI7OPM/TwUVmj8dFjI/AAAAAAAAA24/C6k3w6ntyYA/s640/IMG_0299.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojsl5tI28E/TwUei1sc62I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Kz3sJd8_NK0/s1600/xmas2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojsl5tI28E/TwUei1sc62I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Kz3sJd8_NK0/s400/xmas2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas this year in the Gubler/Scoot (oopsie, I'll enjoy that typo) household was pretty chill. I suppose we are just chill people in general. I was exhaustedly glad that Christmas day had actually came because Blake constantly pestered me to open his presents. He would poke and prod the packages and pick at the tape until I shooed him off with a broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ5SeetKPnU/TwUVJ1MtnoI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xn1vm0_9cqo/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ5SeetKPnU/TwUVJ1MtnoI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xn1vm0_9cqo/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VMAK_f64AI/TwUVSzJLqNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DYJbTt5HC-w/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VMAK_f64AI/TwUVSzJLqNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/DYJbTt5HC-w/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My fabulous Mumsy sewed us up an advent calendar that arrived on the first of December and we put a little ornament on it every day. Loves and adores it!! It took some explaining to the Blake that, no, even if he put all the ornaments on RIGHT NOW, Christmas would not come any faster. Sillyhead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7URDQYWtBy8/TwURGU60mHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6Ofl9JKUPwY/s1600/IMG_0404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7URDQYWtBy8/TwURGU60mHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6Ofl9JKUPwY/s640/IMG_0404.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;We put our tree up the day after Thanksgiving. I was super excited because I bought our fabulous black tree last year with my sis-in-law the day we picked up our moving truck and I had wanted to peek at it since we (meaning, muscly Ora) hauled it into the trunk in the Tai Pan parking lot. We had also bought plum and silver glass ornaments at Hobby lobby last year shortly after we got to OK. Yes, Blake approved the color scheme. After it was set up and decorated I whipped up a white tree skirt and we have been oogling our tree ever since. After the first two presents were placed under the tree Blake started his daily nagging to open the presents. I haz a child alreddy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;On Christmas Eve we watched as Blake's family (hehe, the Crazy Scoots) opened their presents through the webcam. Brilliant webcam miracle! We also opened presents from them, which did not quell Blake's hunger for unwrapping presents-it sparked a flame. Afterwards we got Chilis To-Go and ate at our candle-lit table. How romantic, eating out of styrofoam. I had the most delicious grilled veggie tacos and Blake got some sort of quesadillas with dead things in them. Add chips and salsa and some corn and it was a party! We played some card games (me wiping the floor with Blake) and watched a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLDq-2RG4FM/TwUXl7vJ8oI/AAAAAAAAA4E/GeVpAG-Ld0A/s1600/IMG_20111112_185813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLDq-2RG4FM/TwUXl7vJ8oI/AAAAAAAAA4E/GeVpAG-Ld0A/s320/IMG_20111112_185813.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EB7g7dKL_CI/TwUXnHRqr6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6kL4cBHPy0M/s1600/IMG_20111112_185823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EB7g7dKL_CI/TwUXnHRqr6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6kL4cBHPy0M/s320/IMG_20111112_185823.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;*Note, these are from another Chilis to-go experience. Notice my "avocado" bean burger has two measly slices of avocado? Sneaky snakes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;The day of Christmas Blake woke up at 5am… and probably every hour after that. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and pestered me awake at 8:30. He must have been given the 411 from Braydon. We got up and ate waffles (Blake scarfing them down in his eagerness) and we finally sat down to unwrap presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Recw6Ni5kN0/TwUVgISlk9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/C9fXoiF62Q0/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Recw6Ni5kN0/TwUVgISlk9I/AAAAAAAAA2w/C9fXoiF62Q0/s400/IMG_0304.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can i just say I loved and adored every single present?? =D Sure, I did pick most of them out myself, but that's beside the point. :) Blake seemed pleased with most of his presents, although he did get a little sour once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApvpjftEbBA/TwURcG-z3sI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qOvpROG8dL0/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApvpjftEbBA/TwURcG-z3sI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qOvpROG8dL0/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally I would have been thrilled with a teeth-whitening kit!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-G4jP6Lczs/TwUVsMd9GwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iEeTlYaU5z8/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-G4jP6Lczs/TwUVsMd9GwI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iEeTlYaU5z8/s640/IMG_0327.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of our presents were labeled with love and creativity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMv5d1dVS0c/TwUV9_96wWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/f-ElV0_lvvY/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMv5d1dVS0c/TwUV9_96wWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/f-ElV0_lvvY/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7pwsVefPU/TwUVaQ7oTeI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NgClrEA-trw/s1600/IMG_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7pwsVefPU/TwUVaQ7oTeI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NgClrEA-trw/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7IlnR3RAk/TwUVyBoSuAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/qkFWGKHjeKc/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7IlnR3RAk/TwUVyBoSuAI/AAAAAAAAA3I/qkFWGKHjeKc/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My West Elm owls we-ahem, I mean SantaMcBlake, found at Marshalls for 1/4 of the price! Holla!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtxAu8HUEhE/TwUcnot_7_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Xqody0xH3CI/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtxAu8HUEhE/TwUcnot_7_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Xqody0xH3CI/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, fabulousness!! My amaze-za-zing sissy made this for me!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOYin27pGoQ/TwUV4B3K8wI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tzbUvNpkip0/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOYin27pGoQ/TwUV4B3K8wI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tzbUvNpkip0/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvNNyT8yPI8/TwURh4Fv-lI/AAAAAAAAAzA/661QeVMUIz4/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvNNyT8yPI8/TwURh4Fv-lI/AAAAAAAAAzA/661QeVMUIz4/s400/IMG_0328.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corn feed foot warmer I made for Polarbear-Toes McBlake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOv_xrRIQp0/TwUWECfBKPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FW34crIN768/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tOv_xrRIQp0/TwUWECfBKPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FW34crIN768/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pX8rwaEqUG0/TwUWMuxyzVI/AAAAAAAAA3w/jvKuRX9O5TA/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pX8rwaEqUG0/TwUWMuxyzVI/AAAAAAAAA3w/jvKuRX9O5TA/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What could be in my fancy Made-Special-By-Shirley stocking that I stuffed a few weeks before?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uw0UY0_-ls/TwUWIDYpWUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/RAB38c4D3uA/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Uw0UY0_-ls/TwUWIDYpWUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/RAB38c4D3uA/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7IUWP5w7p6c/TwUchvfNiJI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/3VrB_Jyvk7E/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7IUWP5w7p6c/TwUchvfNiJI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/3VrB_Jyvk7E/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knPY4BjZe7o/TwUWRiMx5vI/AAAAAAAAA34/edKp2LBVs9k/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knPY4BjZe7o/TwUWRiMx5vI/AAAAAAAAA34/edKp2LBVs9k/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake got oodles of candy in his stocking and a toothbrush. He was thrilled!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After unwrapping presents I got to see the Crazy Gublers through the webcam! Yay for more fantasmicness!!!! I was "passed around like an Indian peace-pipe" (-quote from Adam or Damon describing me as a baby) and saw all the fanciness that Mumsa, Padre, and Braydinski had unwrapped. Umm, homesick anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bip7c9gEafo/TwURL8RsuGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bBf3HF4hFTY/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bip7c9gEafo/TwURL8RsuGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/bBf3HF4hFTY/s640/IMG_0399.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poorly done bokeh... but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;After present-opening was done we took some pics of our tree and by the tree. Traditional pics until we died. And became ghosts. We found it very difficult to get the camera to capture our ghost selves, but we managed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWi8YErbG6A/TwUQ_gelECI/AAAAAAAAAyY/unVLeUMgZ48/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWi8YErbG6A/TwUQ_gelECI/AAAAAAAAAyY/unVLeUMgZ48/s640/IMG_0428.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-216149816260573226?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/216149816260573226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=216149816260573226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/216149816260573226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/216149816260573226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-as-celebrated-by-ghosts-of.html' title='Christmas as celebrated by the ghosts of Christmas Jocelyn and Blakester'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6JdBGI7OPM/TwUVmj8dFjI/AAAAAAAAA24/C6k3w6ntyYA/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8581446469201673688</id><published>2012-01-01T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:39:16.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayak and Bucket Lists!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sUTL8K62M8/TwEmNqxsKiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PYkPL7EL5uU/s1600/OctNovDec11%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sUTL8K62M8/TwEmNqxsKiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PYkPL7EL5uU/s400/OctNovDec11%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692873420235876898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in The Mecca, we decided to cross one of the things off my bucket list. Kayaking. Wheeee! My bucket list was originally a 25 before 25… but the time constraint was just not my style. Below is a sampling of my list. Why just a sample? Why not the full-monty? Because I'm a mysterious woman I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucket List :)&lt;br /&gt;1 Go through temple&lt;br /&gt;2 Leave the country&lt;br /&gt;3 Write a novel in a month&lt;br /&gt;4 Go platinum blonde DONE&lt;br /&gt;5 Get rid of acne scars&lt;br /&gt;6 Fit into high school jeans again DONE &lt;br /&gt;7 Run a half marathon&lt;br /&gt;8 Figure out all aspects of camera&lt;br /&gt;9 Learn Cradle of Filth song on piano&lt;br /&gt;10 Get eyebrows professionally done&lt;br /&gt;11 Be able to grab my foot without bending my leg&lt;br /&gt;12 Complete a mud run&lt;br /&gt;13 Do 5 pull-ups in a row&lt;br /&gt;14 Get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;15 Make canvas art DONE&lt;br /&gt;16 Read 5 classic books&lt;br /&gt;17 Learn to knit&lt;br /&gt;18 Complete a 3 day juice feast&lt;br /&gt;19 Go on a formal date&lt;br /&gt;20 Go kayaking DONE&lt;br /&gt;21 Hike somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;22 Go on a picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;23 Skate comfortably &lt;br /&gt;24 Learn to draw&lt;br /&gt;25 Plant a full garden&lt;br /&gt;26 Do a correct cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;27 Go to a laughter/hot yoga class&lt;br /&gt;28 Go to a Cirque du Soleil show&lt;br /&gt;29 Go to a walk-through aquarium &lt;br /&gt;30 Learn to play chess&lt;br /&gt;31 Visit New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;32 Learn to french braid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ANIb9VFXQQ/TwEmOahTJxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CJlbiy4IVlQ/s1600/OctNovDec11%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ANIb9VFXQQ/TwEmOahTJxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CJlbiy4IVlQ/s400/OctNovDec11%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692873433052030738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, we rented our kayak and Blake and the rent man put it into the back of Dad's truck. I love being the woman (although at this rate I'll never get rid of my kitten arm muscles) and we went to Sand Hollow. Not exactly the rapids, but that's okay. Then I had to help Blake drag the kayak to the lake. It was sooo heavy! By the time we got it down the boat ramp I was ready to take a nap. We slathered on sunscreen, but I decided I would like some sun on my legs (I took off the shorts in the picture once we were out of the site of scary people). By the time we were done I had the worst sunburn on my legs! Holay Molay! From my baby toe up to my panty line. It's a beautiful tan line now, lemme tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;So we got onto the lake, with me in the front and paddled in circles several times with me convinced it was entirely Blake's fault. I'm sure it was. I kept getting spooked when I would look into the lake and think of the Loche Ness monster coming up from the water and overturning our inflatable kayak. We circled the large rocks in the middle and got out and climbed around. Then we got back in the boat and paddled to an obscure part of the lake and pulled out our lunch. Almond butter and jam sandwiches and water. Not much, but strangely delicious when you're trying not to get lake water in your bread. &lt;br /&gt;Aside from being frightened of old Nessy and the wake from boats, and getting that horrible sunburn I had tons of fun! We tried to go to Main Street Cafe but found they were closed. We went the next day and Blake had the happiest Jocelyn on his hands. Yummah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46ZDNImDp0Q/TwEmN_7wpOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/C-y90t6ecdY/s1600/OctNovDec11%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46ZDNImDp0Q/TwEmN_7wpOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/C-y90t6ecdY/s400/OctNovDec11%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692873425915258082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8581446469201673688?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8581446469201673688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8581446469201673688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8581446469201673688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8581446469201673688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2012/01/kayak-and-bucket-lists.html' title='Kayak and Bucket Lists!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sUTL8K62M8/TwEmNqxsKiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/PYkPL7EL5uU/s72-c/OctNovDec11%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-9109691996240933119</id><published>2011-12-12T16:39:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:33:03.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Complete Drag...</title><content type='html'>We took some family pictures Saturday. We were bored and it was too cold to go outside and get some sun. This cold is really putting a cramp in our outdoors activity. ... .... Bwhahaha! Ok, sorry, I can't lie in my blog! We are indoors people. Videogame/book/laptop-aholics. But suddenly having the OPTION of going outside and playing in the parking lot ripped away gave me cabin-fever. Le sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what happened on that fateful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DaSnB8dhs/TuaLKknj-QI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RxKzpXl0T4E/s1600/Girlyman-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DaSnB8dhs/TuaLKknj-QI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RxKzpXl0T4E/s400/Girlyman-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685384593346394370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_0-t9sdriSo/TuaKwDyCvAI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KVTR07ztUUo/s1600/Girlyman-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_0-t9sdriSo/TuaKwDyCvAI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KVTR07ztUUo/s400/Girlyman-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685384137855384578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Blake were really a girl would I be a lesbo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGkOAM22frw/TuaMgL5efhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/oigquM_lC-k/s1600/Girlyman-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGkOAM22frw/TuaMgL5efhI/AAAAAAAAAw0/oigquM_lC-k/s400/Girlyman-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685386064179396114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRbn4aCiuQ8/TuaM5oiNayI/AAAAAAAAAxA/211-A9dQqos/s1600/Girlyman-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRbn4aCiuQ8/TuaM5oiNayI/AAAAAAAAAxA/211-A9dQqos/s400/Girlyman-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685386501363165986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cricket* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d67w5Wiyhx4/TuaLLBpsoqI/AAAAAAAAAwo/LLB42GSwnZU/s1600/Girlyman-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d67w5Wiyhx4/TuaLLBpsoqI/AAAAAAAAAwo/LLB42GSwnZU/s400/Girlyman-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685384601139978914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbsbx6siFPA/TuaKwqWwbQI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/U4Xhjj1Sp1s/s1600/Girlyman-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbsbx6siFPA/TuaKwqWwbQI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/U4Xhjj1Sp1s/s400/Girlyman-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685384148209921282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWEI1PXiMhQ/TuaOSnvbwXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Og7Nhz5wBJQ/s1600/Girlyman-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWEI1PXiMhQ/TuaOSnvbwXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Og7Nhz5wBJQ/s400/Girlyman-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685388030158553458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went straight to bed. Blake didn't even ask to cuddle. There was silence in our bedroom. Blake was sad none of my shoes fit him for the shoot and I was praying that Blake never went to jail. He would most definitely become someone's wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFhjIWuBiqo/TuaOm6vPHnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/qZH87UZ4Y2o/s1600/Girlyman-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MFhjIWuBiqo/TuaOm6vPHnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/qZH87UZ4Y2o/s400/Girlyman-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685388378855382642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-9109691996240933119?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/9109691996240933119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=9109691996240933119' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/9109691996240933119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/9109691996240933119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/12/complete-drag.html' title='A Complete Drag...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DaSnB8dhs/TuaLKknj-QI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RxKzpXl0T4E/s72-c/Girlyman-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-3755443882147846732</id><published>2011-12-03T18:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:36:17.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember the 23rd of November...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hpRMLzJDEE/TtrKc-U7WLI/AAAAAAAAAvs/e3DxolBsXRc/s1600/CIMG2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hpRMLzJDEE/TtrKc-U7WLI/AAAAAAAAAvs/e3DxolBsXRc/s400/CIMG2246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682076478997223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two years and some change ago, the gorgeous man that I am married to proposed. It was a very happy day, if not entirely unexpected. I realized I haven't written about it and so I am going to so as not to lose the memory. &lt;br /&gt;I was recovering from the swine flue phenomenon. I was on the tail end of things, enough that Blake was not obligated to come to ME to visit. So he convinced me to hang out at his house that evening. I bundled up in my ugly coat, with toilet paper and cough drops crammed in my pockets. I took a cold pill and sniffled any liquid I could out of my head--I didn't want my boyfriend to catch me with frozen snot under my nose. I went over to his house and he practically begged me to go on a walk. (A fact about mine and the Blake's relationship: I have to beg HIM to walk with me.) Hmmmm.... I consented and we went wandering into the freezing evening air. I babbled on about how I had gone to the store and seen an old friend working there, and as I was checking out, I asked for some Malboro Lights to freak her out. This did not elicit the response I would have liked from the Blake. He was pretty much silent the entire walk. Awkward! We got to his porch and I made a beeline for the heated indoors, but Blake got to me first. He put his arms around me and put his forehead against mine. His first words were, "You know I love you right?" I was quite frozen at that moment. He then gave me a very sweet speech about how he loved being with me and wanted to share more firsts with me and talked about the good times we've had together. Then, to add the Blake flare to things, he said, "And that begs the question" here he popped onto one knee and fabulously opened the ring box, "Will you marry me?" I was dazzled by Blake's flare, and the shiny thing blinding my eyes. Oh, I still managed to squeal an hop a little to add some Jocelyn flare to the situation of course. Apparently I said yes, because I'm supposedly married right now or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;I went home and showed off my new bling to my fantastic familia... and it seems that all my siblings materialized for the reveal of my engagement ring. Things are a bit fuzzy because of the newly-engaged haze I was walking in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFW6hwIqi5k/TtrKc6l58hI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CFClSHNYVqI/s1600/Golden%2BCorral%2Bdinner%2Brolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFW6hwIqi5k/TtrKc6l58hI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CFClSHNYVqI/s400/Golden%2BCorral%2Bdinner%2Brolls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682076477994693138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was my baby bro's birthday. To celebrate we went to Golden Corral. Braydon also invited his future brother-in-law to his celebratory dinn-dinn. It used to be that Golden Corral would give you a basket of rolls for your table, but they had recently changed this so you could get as many as you wanted at the bar. We all went and filled up our plates with delicious food and sat back at the table. Dad has a roll-tooth next to his sweet-tooth and had gotten a plate full of just rolls. Blake, apparently also still in the newly-engaged haze, took a couple rolls off my dad's second plate. The other three of us kind of went quiet when we saw this, but my family, being kind, decided to ignore Blake's thievery. I am not so kind. I leaned over and hissed at Blake, "You stole rolls from my dad's plate!" I could practically feel the discomfort and shock radiating from Blake's skin. Bwahahaha!!! I don't remember if Blake even said anything about it, but when he went to get seconds, he came back with a fresh plate full of rolls. While he was gone, I remember catching my mom's eye and we both knew this would be something that would require a lot of laughter when we were not in public. Way to initiate yourself into the Gubler family, Blake. My dad, being a man of greatness and taking-the-high-road-ness, forgave him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-3755443882147846732?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3755443882147846732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=3755443882147846732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/3755443882147846732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/3755443882147846732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/12/remember-remember-23rd-of-november.html' title='Remember, remember the 23rd of November...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hpRMLzJDEE/TtrKc-U7WLI/AAAAAAAAAvs/e3DxolBsXRc/s72-c/CIMG2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4832199771901972262</id><published>2011-11-17T16:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:40:16.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a couple days...</title><content type='html'>...since I posted. Well there was a fiasco with my dearly beloved laptop, Lovemachine. She's dead. A glass of water was spilled near her and a couple drops managed to find their way into the right vents and fried the hard drive. Boohoo. :( So a couple days of us sharing the desktop computer convinced Blake that I needed a new laptop. So we went to Bestbuy and found a cute little MacBook Pro waiting to be adopted. He is dubbed Lovemachine 2.0. Anyways, the gist of this story is ALL of my pertinent account information was wiped away with those drops of water and I've been slowly trying to figure out all of my user names and passwords. The only pictures I lost were the ones we took in Dallas a few months ago and I look like a greaseball in those so I'm not too bummed. &lt;br /&gt;We have switched back to a day schedule! Whore-ay! =D I pray that Blake will never again have the night shift. He's happy because I can't take any more of these good photos while he's sleeping. Note that he's hugging the side of the bed when it's just him alone. When I'm in there with him he manages to find me and smother me in his sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkuQltiRFM0/TsWQkU5zfhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4h_wsvKRVnM/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkuQltiRFM0/TsWQkU5zfhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4h_wsvKRVnM/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676101859131227666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6eYwFJbiPA/TsWQj2fuObI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CqPhElNUF7g/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6eYwFJbiPA/TsWQj2fuObI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CqPhElNUF7g/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676101850968766898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake got lonely sleeping during the day by himself so he had company. Ask me if I put Rufus in bed with us. *Hint, the answer is no!* &lt;br /&gt;We headed down to Utah, which we have dubbed The Mecca of All Things Good, for my reunion and Blake's general well-being. It was amaze-balls! I had tonsa fun, and so did the Blake! All of my married silbings are currently gestating or have a new baby so faces like this... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiQTkTfivBM/TsWSU46GTSI/AAAAAAAAAvI/HWf3C5OZPbs/s1600/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiQTkTfivBM/TsWSU46GTSI/AAAAAAAAAvI/HWf3C5OZPbs/s400/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676103792941485346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucpEn3vM-Mw/TsWSURb3wQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zL7tRFcH-HE/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucpEn3vM-Mw/TsWSURb3wQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zL7tRFcH-HE/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676103782345720066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were constantly being thrown at us. You know who you are! &lt;br /&gt;I won't bore with details of things most of you already know. Not that the reunion was boring! I could do it again tomorrow! Except the driving from here to there. The day we left for Utah I woke up at 2:30am (no alarm, just my hyperness) and was ready to go. Blake was hanging around work later than usual making sure his leave was approved and I was so wound up I ended up yelling at my text messages for him to get his skinny butt home so we could leave. And things. I drove most of the way to Utah, staying in the left lane pretty much the entire time because I was making awesome time. I had lead-foot-Grandma-Gubler-Syndrome. My mother is still astounded how I managed to get us to The Mecca so fast. But on the way back to OK, Blake drove granny-ish-ly, and I didn't want to drive and so we ended up stopping for dinner at the greasiest Dennys ever in New Mexico and I begged Blake to let us stop at a hotel. It wasn't until we got near Armarillo that Blake agreed and we stopped at the Hilton Garden Inn. The shower was almost as big as our kitchen! The bed was adjustable firmness! The comforter had a washable duvet!!! We about died when we saw our room and slept til noon the next day we were so full of bliss. But then we drove forever more until we saw the tops of our apartments peeking at us through the thick trees that The Mecca does not have. Joy!&lt;br /&gt;We unloaded our car, which was jam-packed with luggage and approx. 30 jars of delicious spaghetti sauce (parental's christmas gift to us, we couldn't be happier)-the Western Family kind that isn't here in OK.  One jar of precious sauce broke in the car (a victim of trunk-slamming) but thankfully the sauce stayed mostly in the bag and on one moving box. Blake licked his fingers of the sauce that got on them from the disaster. Yes, it's that good that he'll lick off trunk-sauce. It has been good to be home though. Blake got the worst fever blisters from the humidity change whilst in The Mecca &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLTuWedhFVw/TsWWja3ZVEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/C5DQ4aTGM48/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLTuWedhFVw/TsWWja3ZVEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/C5DQ4aTGM48/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676108440621634626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I managed to stain myself purple taking some crazy medicine. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq9eMpBDxM0/TsWZSPGoKtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YONfUsA3dgM/s1600/IMG_20111012_231036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq9eMpBDxM0/TsWZSPGoKtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YONfUsA3dgM/s400/IMG_20111012_231036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676111443941403346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It went mostly away after a few days. My bro didn't want to mention it when he first saw me because he was unsure if I had tooth-rot or something. Tender. All that's left is a purple stain on one of my built-upons that just won't go away! Blast! Maybe it'll turn into a fabulous new trend-dyed teeth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4832199771901972262?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4832199771901972262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4832199771901972262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4832199771901972262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4832199771901972262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-been-couple-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a couple days...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkuQltiRFM0/TsWQkU5zfhI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4h_wsvKRVnM/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4355490902704221316</id><published>2011-08-15T00:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T02:12:36.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Amazing Weekend (and celeb sightings!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3QoGnS9M1U/Tki1wvqY6oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Y_5jOpGtVwk/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3QoGnS9M1U/Tki1wvqY6oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Y_5jOpGtVwk/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640958382314154626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McBlakerson and I headed to Dallas and Arlington last weekend to celebrate our last few days as daywalkers. Our first (and most important) stop was to Dallas' new In n Out Burger. We had to drive perhaps an hour out of our way and then waited in the drive through line for perhaps half an hour but it was all worth it when I sunk my teeth into my grilled cheeses and fries. Yummy! Blake kept praying for red lights (as he insisted on continuing our journey as we ate) so he could take bites of his double-double animal style. I fed him fries the whole way to the hotel. Oh how we had missed that delightful burger joint!! We moaned and groaned the entire time we were eating and quiet tears fell down Blake's cheeks as he chewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UNpqzmLapI/Tki1w0mhkpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6sa7lDgVVZ8/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UNpqzmLapI/Tki1w0mhkpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6sa7lDgVVZ8/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640958383640122002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we stopped at our hotel and dropped off our shiznit we headed out and bumped into my girl Sarah Jessica Parker!! She was chillin' with Julia Roberts so that was pretty cool too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESTrtMFtlh8/Tki1xC8u20I/AAAAAAAAAsU/2N-SrF9XEgY/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESTrtMFtlh8/Tki1xC8u20I/AAAAAAAAAsU/2N-SrF9XEgY/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640958387491363650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the three stooges let us take pictures in front of us. Right afterwards one of them clunked Blake on his head and we went on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSIQYcZqiGw/Tki1xWx_G7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-ZNFE0tFC88/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSIQYcZqiGw/Tki1xWx_G7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/-ZNFE0tFC88/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640958392815000498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, and then Johhhhhny! Notice Blake's puss? Well it was because Johnny got a little fresh with me and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KihwJ4SdJc/Tki2q-y_WHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tesgSlNIFto/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--KihwJ4SdJc/Tki2q-y_WHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tesgSlNIFto/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640959382809172082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for my hand. He's just such an old-fashioned kinda guy. Apart from the fact that he was kinda being a homewrecker with Blake standing right there and all. I was planning my celeb wedding when, as with the stooges, Blake dragged me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfHPkZRkVH8/Tki2rKXb8tI/AAAAAAAAAss/iXJBIecsBps/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfHPkZRkVH8/Tki2rKXb8tI/AAAAAAAAAss/iXJBIecsBps/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640959385914831570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we of course ran into Opera. She's just got her fingers in every kind of venture nowadays. I was pleased she could give me a little advice. She told me to forget Johnny because Blake seemed like the type of guy I could be happy with forever. I think she just wanted a piece of Depp because I spotted them giving each other googley eyes a few minutes later. Poor Gayle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5y-QltvtIQc/Tki2rYAAEqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZiCxwuHwCr4/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5y-QltvtIQc/Tki2rYAAEqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZiCxwuHwCr4/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640959389574632098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's teen idol was there too. Dr. Phil. He doesn't actually speak English. It's some kind of gibberish in real life. Thank goodness for good 'ol TV editing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyrdD_fA7wI/Tki2-BDZX7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/AlltLImaOzk/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyrdD_fA7wI/Tki2-BDZX7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/AlltLImaOzk/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640959709832372146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo02lc8TyQY/Tki297E5t1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/C1TfwELyR3k/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo02lc8TyQY/Tki297E5t1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/C1TfwELyR3k/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640959708228073298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got a little hairy when we ran into Toto's friend. I can't remember his name. Neither does Blake. I guess his kisses just blew us away. We took turns because if we would have kissed him at the same time that would have been a little obscene! ...and kinky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEU8-ugg35E/Tki2-Ze3nBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GKuKMRlq-z8/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEU8-ugg35E/Tki2-Ze3nBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GKuKMRlq-z8/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640959716390050834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into the other Johnny. Cash, that is. We didn't stay long with him because we were irritated we couldn't wash our hands because he had torn the sinks out of the wall. But I stopped for a picture so my Padre could be jealous. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3x3FMfxXq0/Tki3XpbelJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_wkg5MEY2zc/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3x3FMfxXq0/Tki3XpbelJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_wkg5MEY2zc/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960150167524498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Ghandi there. He was holding his stick, looking just as skinny as it. Somehow Blake beat him in waist size though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dF9_Xi7Nbao/Tki3X2J-0WI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oTau6jTDU2A/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dF9_Xi7Nbao/Tki3X2J-0WI/AAAAAAAAAtk/oTau6jTDU2A/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960153583800674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran into Hannibal. What a genuine guy! "Hello Jocelyn" was all he said, but that's all he needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCmRW6Vuf2A/Tki3YBOc8II/AAAAAAAAAts/GIg4MZ6rUWQ/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCmRW6Vuf2A/Tki3YBOc8II/AAAAAAAAAts/GIg4MZ6rUWQ/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960156555341954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were in Texas we stopped at the Texas Massacre's guy's house for dinner. He only fed us a salad and some expertly chopped veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum and saw some pretty cool stuff. Like this Abraham Lincoln log house made entirely of pennies and this genuine vampire-killing kit. I was too entranced with everything else to remember pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtsq91SEeQ/Tki3y2NO6qI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZSijHydKaCk/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mtsq91SEeQ/Tki3y2NO6qI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZSijHydKaCk/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960617453906594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op2xU-xGrvM/Tki3ynamiuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qvG4qyY1MMo/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op2xU-xGrvM/Tki3ynamiuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/qvG4qyY1MMo/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960613483449058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the museum and gps'ed a mall. The freeways were COMPLETELY congested so Blake decided he knew the way better than Moses, our GPS. *Sigh* He ended up taking us to the slums of the USA. I had to keep checking that the car door was locked and praying we wouldn't get a flat tire. After passing our second topless joint I gave him the Gubler Glare and he listened to Moses and got us to an outdoor mall. We wandered around and didn't. buy. anything!! It was nuts! We did go to PF Changs because Blake was giving me the googly-eyes and flashing his dimples. Darn those dimples. I have been a vegetarian for some years now and it was the first time I had tofu. Not impressed. Like tough chicken. I ended up eating most of Blake's fried rice. Blake was happy though so it was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our hotel for the night. It was the worst night spent in a hotel for either of us. And that includes me sleeping by myself when I went to see Blake's graduation from basic (I spent those nights jumpy and nervous that someone would peek in my window). We were stuffed in a queen bed that might as well have been a twin with the heat that constantly radiates from Blake's body. We spent the night listening to one of our neighbors slamming their door (which sounded like someone banging on our door) shut every few minutes. Even half-asleep I couldn't help but think of Vacancy and the couple being terrorized before they were murdered. Eeug! Finally, before we had figured out it was doors slamming, I was woken up again by the slamming noise and I flew out of bed and ran out in the hall with my crazy-eyes and pjs. I don't know what I would have done if I had found the door-slammer, but I was ready to konk some heads and poke some eyeballs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up the next morning bright and early because Blake had turned off his internal heater and we woke up freezing and shivering. We ate leftover PF Chang's and checked out of the hotel, glaring at every guest we saw in case they were the door slammers. I'm sure wherever they were they felt the shame I willed upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCnfmN1uFUI/Tki3zPGJmgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/n2AGp8E58Bc/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCnfmN1uFUI/Tki3zPGJmgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/n2AGp8E58Bc/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960624135084546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Six Flags the next day we were immediately sweltering in the heat. Holy. Moly. Probably not the best idea to go to Six Flags in Texas during the hottest month of the year. I gulped down water until my belly was swollen and I would stand under the outdoor showers longer than the children even. I would step out of them completely drenched and would be dry a few minutes later. Blake looked embarassed every time I stepped into those showers but I didn't care. Even though it washed away all my makeup and made me look like a loon I was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqrv9FcjRy8/Tki3zary02I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sytp4AG5vE0/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqrv9FcjRy8/Tki3zary02I/AAAAAAAAAuM/sytp4AG5vE0/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960627245765474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake had to get his token crazy-horse picture on the merry-go-round. He was very pleased with himself afterwards. I think those are his favorite pictures ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54QMsVLG3X4/Tki4BZzQalI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mnxVl0pp56w/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54QMsVLG3X4/Tki4BZzQalI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mnxVl0pp56w/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960867526797906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we hopped onto the tower that overlooks all of Six Flags. It was my scariest ride. I can be hurled back and forth on a 400 foot tall coaster but slowly going up an elevator with glass walls caused me to almost pee myself. I just cuddled up to Blake and buried my head in his neck. I'm a child what can I say. We got up and took a few pics but I made us go back down because I know that tower was gonna be blown over by the wind at any minute. So, Blake, I saved your life. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake won me a puppy when we got onto the ground again. I am pleased as punch. His name is Rufus and he makes our family complete! We took him on our final roller coaster and Blake sat on his head. Poor Rufus! Their relationship is currently a little strained right now because of it. Plus Blake is like the old cat when a couple brings home a new baby. He lashes out at Rufus because of all the attention I give him. Poor little Roofie!! I hope I don't have to start putting Blake on the patio when Rufus is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FC2ShslzLI/Tki4BkOqoMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8GsCdNyY17Y/s1600/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FC2ShslzLI/Tki4BkOqoMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/8GsCdNyY17Y/s400/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640960870326116546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Rufus. Blake made the mistake of giving him table scraps. Oy vey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our weekend! We came home and slept forever. That was amazing! That Sunday night Blake went to work at 11pm. A week later and I can barely last til 6:30am and then I fall asleep anywhere. This has caused poor Blake to be locked out of the house because I sleep through my phone. Don't worry though- the longest he's been stuck outside is ten minutes and about fifty phonecalls. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4355490902704221316?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4355490902704221316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4355490902704221316' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4355490902704221316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4355490902704221316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-amazing-weekend-and-celeb-sightings.html' title='Our Amazing Weekend (and celeb sightings!)'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3QoGnS9M1U/Tki1wvqY6oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Y_5jOpGtVwk/s72-c/Six%2BFlags%2B2011%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-194537846070976079</id><published>2011-07-27T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:50:40.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Doc?</title><content type='html'>So things have been pretty quiet for me and the Blake. It seems my family is doing all the wild and crazy stuff- babies, reunions, bra-shopping, etc. Jealousness! ;D &lt;br /&gt;I have been working out about every other day and am very happy with the results so far. I'm doing the 30 Day Shred workout by Jillian Michaels. She is an odd duck but her workouts are AMAZING! If Blake is home when I want to workout I lock him in our bedroom and make him wear headphones while I grunt and groan through my workouts. We went to the store the other day and McBlakerson wanted a big package of those Little Debbie cupcakes. Oy, delicious! So I told him he could get them as long as he hid them from me. So when we got home I stood outside while he hid them. He told me that if he found any missing I would have to run three laps around the apartment complex per cupcake. Our relationship is weird. &lt;br /&gt;We saw Harry Potter the other day. Both of us were completely entranced! I must say it was definitely one of the best movies they've done! Although #5 with Umbridge having Filch as her lackey cracks me up every time! &lt;br /&gt;Blake is changing his work schedule coming up next week. He's going to be on the night shift 12-8am. It'll be interesting for us to transition. I'll be so glad when his training is done with and he can settle down and not have these crazy schedules. He is pretty dang amazing though. He does all this stressful stuff but never shows just how difficult it must be-he just keeps being his sweet self. I admit I'm a little Blakie-whipped haha. &lt;br /&gt;So I've been getting my hair bleached. I think I blew Braydon's mind when I sent him a picture of my latest hair color. Perhaps he feels threatened not being the only blonde sibling anymore... Anyways, I've still got a bit more to go but this is where I am. Excuse the weird facial expression. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UFn8C2jC4k/TjBcI79gvDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/eWcm5DvWkFk/s1600/IMG_20110725_200541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UFn8C2jC4k/TjBcI79gvDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/eWcm5DvWkFk/s400/IMG_20110725_200541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634104442444889138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake has been so sweet to come with me to my hair appointments. We were there last time and I was sent to the back to sit under a dryer. I texted Blake to come back and keep me company. Waited. No Blake. I finally asked why he wasn't with me and he said he was scared to walk through all the salon people to try and find me. Haha, what a cutie. He got over his fear though when I mentioned perhaps we should get a pizza after my hair appointment. &lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it. Hopefully after this weekend there will be some interesting stuff to share. I'm just hoping that since I posted a blog I might get some babie pictures in my email shortly... *hint hint* =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-194537846070976079?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/194537846070976079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=194537846070976079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/194537846070976079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/194537846070976079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s Up Doc?'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UFn8C2jC4k/TjBcI79gvDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/eWcm5DvWkFk/s72-c/IMG_20110725_200541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6894040676530252536</id><published>2011-07-05T14:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:19:00.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th of July Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Blake had a four day weekend for the 4th this month. Score! =D &lt;br /&gt;We went to Frontier City (Oklahoma's Lagoon) on Friday morning. It was amazingly empty that day. The longest we had to wait for a ride was the ride going around twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO6OBE9rK8c/ThNo_3hLXeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/SknObIIc2WY/s1600/DSCN1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO6OBE9rK8c/ThNo_3hLXeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/SknObIIc2WY/s400/DSCN1092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625955805960035810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the crazy hair- we went on a wet ride first to keep us cool in the humid hotness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7p9LIOAfJA/ThNps51rYyI/AAAAAAAAArE/GKpCAAAJSzo/s1600/DSCN1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7p9LIOAfJA/ThNps51rYyI/AAAAAAAAArE/GKpCAAAJSzo/s400/DSCN1116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625956579677004578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNUThd0o8Bg/ThNpsfhTVxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FdGZBEhCcNA/s1600/DSCN1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNUThd0o8Bg/ThNpsfhTVxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FdGZBEhCcNA/s400/DSCN1115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625956572612220690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiwUY-dkqw8/ThNpsCZSMZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ARGXcHggSG0/s1600/DSCN1097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiwUY-dkqw8/ThNpsCZSMZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ARGXcHggSG0/s400/DSCN1097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625956564793962898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lotsa pics on the roller coasters and on the merry-go-round. They make me laugh every time I look at Blake's faces. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKCIAH_XYtg/ThNqsVFMNZI/AAAAAAAAArU/If-tGmu4F50/s1600/DSCN1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKCIAH_XYtg/ThNqsVFMNZI/AAAAAAAAArU/If-tGmu4F50/s400/DSCN1138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625957669321586066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptEqk2Dio9Q/ThNqsGNNDOI/AAAAAAAAArM/B9IFYNPNtZ0/s1600/DSCN1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptEqk2Dio9Q/ThNqsGNNDOI/AAAAAAAAArM/B9IFYNPNtZ0/s400/DSCN1135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625957665328663778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we went and got our caricatures drawn. Don't we look beautiful? I think the guy totally nailed Blake. I hope he was a little off with mine! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_EGZE4zYA/ThNqtLf7rwI/AAAAAAAAArc/huLfRIwNReA/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zy_EGZE4zYA/ThNqtLf7rwI/AAAAAAAAArc/huLfRIwNReA/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625957683929263874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend we went shopping. Crazy, huh? As I was getting my hair done, Blake went to Best Buy and looked for birthday present ideas. He gave me some lame ideas that he had for himself so I mentioned that I was surprised he hadn't asked for a TV. Immediately he went crazy picking out his perfect telemundo. He spent that entire evening researching and comparing TVs. I asked him if he would give up pop for a TV and he wholeheartedly agreed. So that night he dreamed about giving up pop for his perfect TV! What a crazy Blake! When we were searching for a couch we saw the model of the TV he had picked out for several hundred dollars cheaper than he had found online. So we went home with a 46 inch LED. Blake couldn't be happier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MizPz4aw0xc/ThNr4uDMs6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/lHyXHAQMIh0/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MizPz4aw0xc/ThNr4uDMs6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/lHyXHAQMIh0/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625958981694174114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our couch got here today. It's lovingly called "Our ugly, cute couch" because... well, it's ugly as sin but so fabulously comfortable! The poor delivery men were drenched in sweat when the finally got the couch up the stairs. I literally kept stepping in pools of wet carpet from the guy's sweat. Gross! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEIZv9swmZg/ThNr3-AzkfI/AAAAAAAAArs/lHGpA1FO66M/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEIZv9swmZg/ThNr3-AzkfI/AAAAAAAAArs/lHGpA1FO66M/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625958968799236594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the middle section flips open to reveal cupholders, two reading lights, and switches to turn on a massage feature. And the bottom part of the middle section pulls out into a drawer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjmSRcrKlto/ThNr3uJBEXI/AAAAAAAAArk/5bTyjEme5Tg/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjmSRcrKlto/ThNr3uJBEXI/AAAAAAAAArk/5bTyjEme5Tg/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625958964538708338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we relaxed and watched Justified on Blake's new TV. Then we went out to grocery shop around 11 and ended up parking and watching fireworks on the trunk of our car. It was a great weekend. I loved spending four nonstop days with Blake and eating lots of junk food, Jersey Mikes, and Papa Johns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6894040676530252536?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6894040676530252536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6894040676530252536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6894040676530252536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6894040676530252536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='Our 4th of July Weekend!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tO6OBE9rK8c/ThNo_3hLXeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/SknObIIc2WY/s72-c/DSCN1092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6081441179326096931</id><published>2011-06-24T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:52:49.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Moving Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-8tsuEwt78/TgUubibC-wI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RgMWyFe8XPk/s1600/OctNovDec10%2B101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-8tsuEwt78/TgUubibC-wI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RgMWyFe8XPk/s400/OctNovDec10%2B101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621950760473524994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have been thinking what we're going to do when our lease expires here at Legacy Corner. We love the apartment, but wish it had a kitchen bigger than our closet and perhaps a yard. Move to another complex? Stay here? Buy a house? Rent a house? Live on base? But then I realized I have never written about our move out here. This move was a big thing for both me and the Blake as we are both homebodies who like to be close to our mommies. And even though Blake had been away from home for about nine months before our move it was still hard on him too.&lt;br /&gt;When Blake got his orders saying we were going to be moving to Tinker AFB in Oklahoma City we were both a little stunned. It seemed like such a random place and we knew nothing about it. After Googling the heck out of it, we decided it wasn't the worst thing in the world-one of Blake's tech school friend's had be ordered to Nebraska so I guess we had to count our blessings!&lt;br /&gt;We found an apartment over the internet that seemed great and were approved over the phone and through faxing. We also used our credit card points and bought ourselves a good GPS (if we hadn't got that tiny magic machine we would probably still be somewhere in New Mexico!). Next came the rental truck. We decided to move ourselves so we could have control over our possessions and pocket a little cash. I remember going to the gas station in St. George to pick up the truck and seeing the huge moving truck with the trailer attatched to the back of it. It was like a semi truck! Blake had to get it weighed so I watched as he inched the truck and trailer out of the parking lot and took off down the boulevard. Poor guy. He got it home safely and we went to take off the trailer and couldn't! Blake had had to remove the trailer to weigh the truck and had reattatched it wrong! It was amazing the thing hadn't come loose as he was hurdling down the freeway! After about an hour or two Blake and my amazing dad got the trailer detatched and we were able to back the truck into the driveway and start loading all off our stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEfGeHps-F8/TgUuVFDkcGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j_PToNK0r-8/s1600/OctNovDec10%2B098.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEfGeHps-F8/TgUuVFDkcGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j_PToNK0r-8/s400/OctNovDec10%2B098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621950649511211106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time to be a female! I sat inside and sealed and packed boxes while the guys (Blake, Dad, Braydon, and Mike) loaded and wrapped furniture and boxes into the truck. I must admit I did love pointing and instructing as the guys followed my commands! =D&lt;br /&gt;After everything except what we would need to live with was packed in the truck, we enjoyed Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with our families. On the 26th we said goodbye to our families (boohoo) and set off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1clSgwqscU/TgUuUwmryJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/h8x2qlX8sOY/s1600/Blake%2Bmoving%2Bday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1clSgwqscU/TgUuUwmryJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/h8x2qlX8sOY/s400/Blake%2Bmoving%2Bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621950644021348498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove (and when I say "We" I mean Blake did the actual driving, while I supervised with my eyeballs) all the way to Albuquerque, NM in the first day. We had no hotel reservations as we weren't sure how fast we'd be traveling (the sign in the truck said we shouldn't exceed 55mph... oops, hehe). Our phones were amazingly helpful and we were able to book our hotel on the fly-The Hyatt Regency. When we got there it was about 8:00pm and we saw several clusters of police cars busting people. That makes ya feel safe. We got to the hotel and saw it was valet parking only!! Our moving truck would not fit! So we drove down the street about half a mile and parked in a Babtist church parking lot. I was soo nervous leaving all of our possessions in the middle of a city filled with homeless people and druggies. Needless to say I did not sleep that night, but Blake snored like an elk in heat next to me. Lucky stinker. At 5:30am I got up and hustled Blake out of bed after I had gotten ready for the day. We ate breakfast (if you can call a pastry and hot chocolate each for 11$ a breakfast, Oy! Starbucks...) and we went to our truck. It was safe! And for some reason, on a Monday morning at about 6am, the parking lot was full of crazy Bapbtist's going to church! Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;We continued down the road and were surprised by a buck trying to jump in front of the truck! It scared us both a lot! Especially since we hadn't insured the 40,000$ truck! Thankfully the beast decided it didn't want to die that day and we were able to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in OKC around 5pm that day. We got to our apartment complex and tried to find a parking spot. I hopped out of the truck to talk to the apartment managers and came outside to find one crazy, nutty Blake had driven the truck AND trailer into the tiny parking lot! He was completely stuck! I won't discuss how we reacted to the situation, but it wasn't pretty. Eventually, with some help, and new neighbors driving past and oogling our predicament, we were able to get the truck and trailer out of the parking lot. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got our apartment and had parked it was probably about 8 or 9pm. We were tired but decided to spend our first night in our new apartment rather than go to a hotel. That required us to unload the truck as much as possible so we could get our mattress out. That was our goal- to get to the mattress. That required moving a lot of heavy boxes up to the third floor. By the time we got to the mattress my muscles were pretty much shot.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got enough room to slide our mattress out I was so relieved and tired. We got two ropes a couple yards long and wrapped them under the matress and held on to the ends. That dang matress was HEAVY! King-size, memory foam, and gel are not a good combination for moving something that awkward up two flights of steps. We could barely get it across the parking lot. Blake would lift and push the matress forward while I would just try to lift the thing and let him propel it forward. My muscles were screaming. And the steps. Oy, the steps! Words cannot describe how difficult it was. Perhaps the most difficult physical task I have ever had to do. At one point I got my legs tangled between the matress and the cement stairs and came down hard on my knee. Did not help the situation. But with Blake pushing the matress forward and me lifting it up, somehow we were able to get the matress inside and let it fall to the floor. We both laid on the matress sweating and exhausted, so happy we were done! With no shower curtain we crouch-showered underneath the bathtub tap (praying the previous tennants had cleaned it well before they left) and went to bed, completely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was spent getting the rest of the truck unloaded until there was only a few really heavy pieces of furniture left. We couldn't find anyone to help us. We tried the local ward, but they couldn't find anyone. All of Blake's friends from work weren't scheduled to arrive until the next week. And we didn't know anyone at the apartment complex. The truck was due back the next morning. We figured we'd pay for the extra day and that would be it. Blake left for work early the next morning to check in and I recieved a phone call from the rental agency asking when we'd be bringing in the truck. I told him we'd like it one more day, please. Apparently this wasn't possible because the next movers needed it. I was all alone with Blake at work and had to turn the truck in in just a few hours. I called Blake frantically and his sargeant let him come home. We tried moving the furniture, but there was no way. I was ready to let the next movers have our new 2,000$ furniture. But then we remembered a guy about our age who had seen us struggling with the futon the night before and had offered to help. He HAD told us his apartment number and said to come over if we needed anything... So I knocked on his door and gave him a sheepish, desperate smile and asked for help. Thank goodness he and Blake were both military strong and got our furniture up the steps. I couldn't watch this part because I was sure one of them was gonna slip and be crushed by the vanity. But they made it!!! =D That night I made red velvet cupcakes and we brought them to our WONDERFUL, AMAZING neighbor. I don't know what we would have done if he hadn't chosen that exact time to take his dog out to tinkle and offered to help us.&lt;br /&gt;Blake had the next couple weeks off so we unpacked together. It was so nice to spend that time with my hubby after not seeing him for more than a weekend here and there in nine months. We have also decided that the next time we can use the military moving service we are going to take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6081441179326096931?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6081441179326096931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6081441179326096931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6081441179326096931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6081441179326096931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/06/very-moving-experience.html' title='A Very Moving Experience'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-8tsuEwt78/TgUubibC-wI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RgMWyFe8XPk/s72-c/OctNovDec10%2B101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5392262938333437325</id><published>2011-06-10T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:45:42.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitin' for the Blake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONTBFNv0J4o/TfLwfCriSyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yorQmwDXQ1k/s1600/IMG_02153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616816101370514210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONTBFNv0J4o/TfLwfCriSyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yorQmwDXQ1k/s400/IMG_02153.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how nicely fixed up this cute house was! At least on the outside. On the inside it was pretty awful: rotted floors, horrible, crazy purple paint, and lots of rubble. The house was teensy and made my little apartment feel like I could do gymnastics across every room. But it was still pretty cool to look at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5392262938333437325?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5392262938333437325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5392262938333437325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5392262938333437325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5392262938333437325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/06/waitin-for-blake.html' title='Waitin&amp;#39; for the Blake...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONTBFNv0J4o/TfLwfCriSyI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yorQmwDXQ1k/s72-c/IMG_02153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-135980046868823836</id><published>2011-06-09T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:34.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big-Girl Heels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRMhzibm9o/TfGLSWXtsSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XTISQ3XaWms/s1600/dreamshoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616423357666668834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRMhzibm9o/TfGLSWXtsSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XTISQ3XaWms/s400/dreamshoes.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 324px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a master to-do list. On it is instructions to myself to buy some big-girl heels. So I found these dream shoes and gave Blake googly-eyes and now they are being shipped to me as we speak! Yay for googly-eyes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-135980046868823836?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/135980046868823836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=135980046868823836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/135980046868823836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/135980046868823836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-girl-heels.html' title='Big-Girl Heels...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRMhzibm9o/TfGLSWXtsSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XTISQ3XaWms/s72-c/dreamshoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1491017374411393807</id><published>2011-06-09T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:46:45.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not as innocent as she looks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8twlkUgqSM/TfGIP63US3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/9Z3KK21tWvI/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616420017388407666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8twlkUgqSM/TfGIP63US3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/9Z3KK21tWvI/s400/IMG_0260.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gots ta take pictures of my mumsy at my great-grandma Bringhurst's old house. We would have got more pictures but my Mum is just too nice to crazy strangers who will literally talk your ear off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1491017374411393807?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1491017374411393807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1491017374411393807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1491017374411393807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1491017374411393807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-not-as-innocent-as-she-looks.html' title='She&amp;#39;s not as innocent as she looks...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8twlkUgqSM/TfGIP63US3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/9Z3KK21tWvI/s72-c/IMG_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1168727441565965298</id><published>2011-06-01T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:17.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelvic Stimulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa3ypIFAk6I/TeXPb64nRBI/AAAAAAAAApo/hy94CjsJPlk/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613120589157319698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa3ypIFAk6I/TeXPb64nRBI/AAAAAAAAApo/hy94CjsJPlk/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to take pictures of my fantastic sister-in-law and her baby bump! Only two more months to go! It was super fun to check this off my "To-do-while-in-LaVerkin" list! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1168727441565965298?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1168727441565965298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1168727441565965298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1168727441565965298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1168727441565965298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/06/pelvic-stimulation.html' title='Pelvic Stimulation'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xa3ypIFAk6I/TeXPb64nRBI/AAAAAAAAApo/hy94CjsJPlk/s72-c/IMG_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8381557275451564328</id><published>2011-05-30T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:24.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost "S"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuh8t9ilVk/TeMwPneB8eI/AAAAAAAAApg/CYvWtYKvF4E/s1600/skittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612382605484880354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuh8t9ilVk/TeMwPneB8eI/AAAAAAAAApg/CYvWtYKvF4E/s400/skittle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Skittle. Notice the S is rubbed off? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging with my peep, Braydon, and he offered me some delicious Skittles. I grabbed a handful and lounged in his banana chair and shoveled them into my mouth. Deliciousness! All of a sudden a yellow one missed my mouth and fell onto the floor... or so we thought. We searched under Brayd's desk, bed, chair, and even his backpack. No Skittle. He was concerned that a bug might hone in on the candy and take residence in his room. I was unconcerned because it wasn't my room (muahaha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later I was sitting in the family room with my crazy family. I stood up to look at my eye in the mirror. As I was sitting back down I pulled down on my shirt and felt something fall out of my belly-button. It was the long-lost Skittle!!! Nuts! I offered this delicious, warm treat to everyone in the room, but for some reason they declined! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside of this story is that now, whenever someone asks me how big my belly-button is, I can just reply, "It's Skittle-sized!" =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8381557275451564328?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8381557275451564328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8381557275451564328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8381557275451564328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8381557275451564328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost.html' title='The Lost &amp;quot;S&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuh8t9ilVk/TeMwPneB8eI/AAAAAAAAApg/CYvWtYKvF4E/s72-c/skittle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5596428686934523381</id><published>2011-05-27T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:51.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Black and White Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVu0rcXs-ZY/TeBMiGXiy9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/QkQgZvt3Dvk/s1600/IMG_0008bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611569284412263378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVu0rcXs-ZY/TeBMiGXiy9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/QkQgZvt3Dvk/s400/IMG_0008bw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took Brayd out on the town we got dressed up a little snazzier than usual. I got this pic as he was wiggling out of his tie. Braydon likes it because he's got a little manly scruff on his chin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5596428686934523381?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5596428686934523381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5596428686934523381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5596428686934523381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5596428686934523381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/black-and-white-pic.html' title='A Black and White Pic'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVu0rcXs-ZY/TeBMiGXiy9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/QkQgZvt3Dvk/s72-c/IMG_0008bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2406282398376112547</id><published>2011-05-23T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:45.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo of Whatever I Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fa-Xka7Zl8/TdsWr8CgYgI/AAAAAAAAApI/GlJszZ6BvuQ/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610102704926908930" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fa-Xka7Zl8/TdsWr8CgYgI/AAAAAAAAApI/GlJszZ6BvuQ/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braydon was my date for the day on Saturday. We went shopping, ate Pizza Factory, went to a wedding, and got Brayd and Mom the cell phones of their dreams. =) It was a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2406282398376112547?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2406282398376112547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2406282398376112547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2406282398376112547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2406282398376112547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-of-whatever-i-please.html' title='A Photo of Whatever I Please!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Fa-Xka7Zl8/TdsWr8CgYgI/AAAAAAAAApI/GlJszZ6BvuQ/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-681270487289878349</id><published>2011-05-21T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:47:55.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo of something close up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHXVSH4X6uI/TdiDrJMc_BI/AAAAAAAAApA/1Td4tAiZDoI/s1600/Flower1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609378113115716626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHXVSH4X6uI/TdiDrJMc_BI/AAAAAAAAApA/1Td4tAiZDoI/s400/Flower1.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping around a bit on the photo challenge because I haven't uploaded for a few days. I'm just so busy being on my vacation =D so I can't complain! It's super nice to be home and among all these purdy flowers too! There's no place like S. Utah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-681270487289878349?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/681270487289878349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=681270487289878349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/681270487289878349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/681270487289878349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-of-something-close-up.html' title='A Photo of something close up'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHXVSH4X6uI/TdiDrJMc_BI/AAAAAAAAApA/1Td4tAiZDoI/s72-c/Flower1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6652690072902811893</id><published>2011-05-20T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:05.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo Focusing on the Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpFPQbAOh1s/TdcU44if4lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JnSs1sHAf_A/s1600/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608974828395553362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpFPQbAOh1s/TdcU44if4lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JnSs1sHAf_A/s400/eyes.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the title of this photo idea I immediately knew which picture to choose. So many pictures of Blake involve him squinting at the sun or blinking so I'm thrilled that this one turned out so well! What a handsome guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6652690072902811893?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6652690072902811893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6652690072902811893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6652690072902811893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6652690072902811893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-focusing-on-eyes.html' title='A Photo Focusing on the Eyes'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpFPQbAOh1s/TdcU44if4lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JnSs1sHAf_A/s72-c/eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6548019937378769534</id><published>2011-05-19T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:14.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo of Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjz08UbjdJo/TdXvO9-VBQI/AAAAAAAAAow/I_VHd0y5DTM/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608651951393015042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjz08UbjdJo/TdXvO9-VBQI/AAAAAAAAAow/I_VHd0y5DTM/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B116.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to keep things interesting for me I found a 30 day photo challenge. Perhaps it will keep things fun =) So the first one is a pic of me that perhaps I have used one too many times, but there ya have it! Any bets as to whether I will continue this for the whole 30 days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6548019937378769534?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6548019937378769534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6548019937378769534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6548019937378769534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6548019937378769534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-of-me.html' title='A Photo of Me...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hjz08UbjdJo/TdXvO9-VBQI/AAAAAAAAAow/I_VHd0y5DTM/s72-c/couple%2Bpics%2B116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-9186574867834759237</id><published>2011-05-04T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:09.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more then I'm gonna tear Blake away from his video game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARJeRRjUMZE/TcHh_4308lI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZUorc-XezNU/s1600/runner%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603007899140158034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARJeRRjUMZE/TcHh_4308lI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZUorc-XezNU/s400/runner%2B059.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post one more pic of my table decorations. In a few days those jars will probably be filled with candy (Blake pushed for that, haha), so I am enjoying the clearness of it all while I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-9186574867834759237?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/9186574867834759237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=9186574867834759237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/9186574867834759237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/9186574867834759237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-more-then-i-gonna-tear-blake-away.html' title='One more then I&amp;#39;m gonna tear Blake away from his video game...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARJeRRjUMZE/TcHh_4308lI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZUorc-XezNU/s72-c/runner%2B059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6231559149107564140</id><published>2011-05-04T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:17.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Blake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kBORO7PWw2w/TcHg4nti1bI/AAAAAAAAAog/MCz95jlbG3w/s1600/runner%2B089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603006674762913202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kBORO7PWw2w/TcHg4nti1bI/AAAAAAAAAog/MCz95jlbG3w/s400/runner%2B089.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sickly sweet? Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6231559149107564140?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6231559149107564140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6231559149107564140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6231559149107564140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6231559149107564140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-blake.html' title='For Blake...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kBORO7PWw2w/TcHg4nti1bI/AAAAAAAAAog/MCz95jlbG3w/s72-c/runner%2B089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1586060656857753882</id><published>2011-05-04T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:21.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY1GaQROcXI/TcHfI1DkqBI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_z-93S5yitE/s1600/runner%2B074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603004754199619602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY1GaQROcXI/TcHfI1DkqBI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_z-93S5yitE/s400/runner%2B074.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Blake love to window-shop. It usually results in some sort of purchase, as I have already mentioned in previous posts. But great deals and coupons make us feel like it is okay! We purchased this cardigan, a dress, a Thundercats t, and an Angry Birds t for supercheap. =) I think my clothing-addiction is rubbing off on the Blake!! =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1586060656857753882?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1586060656857753882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1586060656857753882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1586060656857753882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1586060656857753882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/cardi.html' title='Cardi!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eY1GaQROcXI/TcHfI1DkqBI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_z-93S5yitE/s72-c/runner%2B074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2449362908672486193</id><published>2011-05-04T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:29.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To-do list adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHYRUXwjw5Q/TcHdIa_ERhI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tUoFYKvrInQ/s1600/runner%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603002548178142738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHYRUXwjw5Q/TcHdIa_ERhI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tUoFYKvrInQ/s400/runner%2B007.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing this dress has been on my to-do list forever. The day I finally sit down at Bernini to finish it was the day the maintenance man came to fix a few things around the apartment. I was sitting in my underroos so I could slip the dress over my head really quick to make changes, so when I heard the loud knock at the door five feet from my partially-clothed self, it eeked me out a lot! I put the half-finished dress on and let him in. I had to stay in the dress the whole time the guy worked on the tub, toilet, and weather-stripping. As if hanging around with a maintenance man isn't awkward enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2449362908672486193?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2449362908672486193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2449362908672486193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2449362908672486193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2449362908672486193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-do-list-adventure.html' title='To-do list adventure'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHYRUXwjw5Q/TcHdIa_ERhI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tUoFYKvrInQ/s72-c/runner%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8348415460592339028</id><published>2011-05-04T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:48:33.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barefoot Jocelessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HopDYyjW4Jk/TcHauSg2h2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/eGzNMhz7H_4/s1600/runner%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602999900204074850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HopDYyjW4Jk/TcHauSg2h2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/eGzNMhz7H_4/s400/runner%2B002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching the Barefoot Contessa. She can make even pig meat look like it tastes delicious. So after I saw her Pasta Alle Melenzana episode I made it for me and the Blake. The eggplant was... interesting, but overall the dish was tasty. Not as tasty as the guac bean burgers I have been making (http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes/bean_guacamole_burgers.html) for almost every one of my alone-meals, but both me and the Blake emerged from the meal with full bellies. And that, as everyone who has ever fed hollow-leg Blake knows, is quite a feat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8348415460592339028?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8348415460592339028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8348415460592339028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8348415460592339028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8348415460592339028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/barefoot-jocelessa.html' title='Barefoot Jocelessa'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HopDYyjW4Jk/TcHauSg2h2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/eGzNMhz7H_4/s72-c/runner%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2481444347046279305</id><published>2011-05-04T17:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:58:05.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-chevron!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good day for packages and myself! There were three packages waiting for me in the office yesterday... three huge packages actually! Thankfully I had my hunky hubby to help me heft them back to the apartment. I loved all of my packages equally, but one tall drink of water stood out among the three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBnsK29Lw0E/TcHSVKRZtQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TN7wcqOTvng/s1600/runner%2B080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBnsK29Lw0E/TcHSVKRZtQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TN7wcqOTvng/s400/runner%2B080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602990672402035970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 14 yards of fantasmic chevron! Yeehaw! I rolled out the fabric onto the table and considered making a tablecloth I just loved it so much! I seriously could wallpaper the house with this fabric I just adore it so much. Cutting into it was like cutting into my own flesh as I embarked on one of my most careful sewing projects I have ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOAJevRXFUI/TcHUc6WeOTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/c4Ag9efgWDk/s1600/runner%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOAJevRXFUI/TcHUc6WeOTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/c4Ag9efgWDk/s400/runner%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602993004590545202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTL2ZtvOOg/TcHSU8lUSVI/AAAAAAAAAno/ywuZCzmWm4M/s1600/runner%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTL2ZtvOOg/TcHSU8lUSVI/AAAAAAAAAno/ywuZCzmWm4M/s400/runner%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602990668727470418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying multiple centerpieces I eventually settled on my empty (for now) apothecary jars (which were the other two packages). Yes, I have gladly jumped on the apothecary jar bandwagon and am very happy. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got three little ones for the bathroom. After we bought a new grown-up clock I decided that the bathroom needed some TLC because I needed some more projects (yes, that sentence makes sense!)! This new apothecary jar decor replacing my 1$ goodwill vase is the first change I have made and I'm practically peeing my pants with excitement over the next change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jajn-aPh3vQ/TcHSziyw1AI/AAAAAAAAAn4/k2EpjN-E9YI/s1600/runner%2B105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jajn-aPh3vQ/TcHSziyw1AI/AAAAAAAAAn4/k2EpjN-E9YI/s400/runner%2B105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602991194380489730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that we have lived in this lovely little apartment for only 5 months now and I am already wanting to change most of the decor. If only the Christmas season would start up then I could put up my Christmas tree and be content for a few months! Hmmm... we will be spending this upcoming Christmas moving again, so perhaps Blake would give me permission to put it up very, verrrry early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than changing around the apartment things have been pretty quiet around here. I am flying to S Utah in 11 days to visit, woot woot! When Blake realized that I would be leaving in 11 days for almost three weeks he stuck out his bottom lip and I thought to myself, "How sweet, he's gonna miss me!" And then, as quickly as the lip came out, it pulled itself into a huge grin and he said, "I'm gonna get to play video games all night!" Oh dear. It will be interesting to see what I get to come home to as Tornado Blake will not have Stormchaser Jocelyn to clean up after him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2481444347046279305?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2481444347046279305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2481444347046279305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2481444347046279305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2481444347046279305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/05/ch-ch-ch-chevron.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-chevron!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBnsK29Lw0E/TcHSVKRZtQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TN7wcqOTvng/s72-c/runner%2B080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-314416013134065712</id><published>2011-04-28T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:41.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's gonna be a great day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9A9Nwp93j4/TbmYuUgxF1I/AAAAAAAAAng/9N7XYRHT3i0/s1600/toey%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600675533159470930" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9A9Nwp93j4/TbmYuUgxF1I/AAAAAAAAAng/9N7XYRHT3i0/s400/toey%2B025.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are strawberry-fiends here in apt 2307. Blake loves me to cut up strawberries and drown them in sugar and then let them sit overnight for his lunch. I love to sit and just munch on them mindlessly. So this was my breakfast (along with a few saltines cuz I love my bread-like products!) and it was a perfect way to start the day! I am in a good mood and it's laundry day! Whoo hooo!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-314416013134065712?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/314416013134065712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=314416013134065712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/314416013134065712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/314416013134065712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-gonna-be-great-day.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s gonna be a great day!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9A9Nwp93j4/TbmYuUgxF1I/AAAAAAAAAng/9N7XYRHT3i0/s72-c/toey%2B025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4943993524013786208</id><published>2011-04-28T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:15.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron (Not the gas station!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRxiSo1o2A8/TbmXU_fTs0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/DOM96alIBks/s1600/toey%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600673998507848514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRxiSo1o2A8/TbmXU_fTs0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/DOM96alIBks/s400/toey%2B012.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my swatch in the mail and loved it! And exactly on the day that it came back in stock! So I ordered 14 yards of it! Woot! Literally a day and a half later the site that I ordered the fabric from was out of stock. I am gonna make new curtains for the bedroom and a table runner (thus the pic of the swatch on the table). I am giddy with excitement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4943993524013786208?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4943993524013786208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4943993524013786208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4943993524013786208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4943993524013786208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/chevron-not-gas-station.html' title='Chevron (Not the gas station!)'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRxiSo1o2A8/TbmXU_fTs0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/DOM96alIBks/s72-c/toey%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5157360702030396071</id><published>2011-04-28T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:20.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Burfday! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiBrnAmdKVU/TbmVoZBmU8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uHFBwhiF-K8/s1600/toey%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600672132756820930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiBrnAmdKVU/TbmVoZBmU8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uHFBwhiF-K8/s400/toey%2B017.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only took pictures of my unwrapped toe on my birthday! I'm a little peeved at our forgetfulness (I am including Blake in the lack of pictures blame). It was a great day full of yakking with my family, presents, Blake, and KFC. It was fabulous! Thanks to everyone for making my !!22nd!! bday great! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5157360702030396071?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5157360702030396071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5157360702030396071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5157360702030396071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5157360702030396071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-burfday-d.html' title='Happy Burfday! =D'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiBrnAmdKVU/TbmVoZBmU8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uHFBwhiF-K8/s72-c/toey%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-7329827403221109264</id><published>2011-04-28T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:23.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEvBkTkfdQE/TbmS8i576vI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3ogftOMdzGs/s1600/toey%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600669180471536370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEvBkTkfdQE/TbmS8i576vI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3ogftOMdzGs/s400/toey%2B007.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my doctors appointment for my freaky toenail. I had to drop Blake off at work at 7:30am so I drove across base and parked in the medical parking lot and slept in the backseat of the car until 10:00 and then went inside the labyrinth of a medical building to sign in for my appointment. I suppose military doctors are much more efficient because I was 15 minutes early for my appointment and I hadn't even finished my paperwork when I heard, "Mrs. Scott?" I stared at the guy for a few seconds before I confirmed that, yes, that was me. After talking to the doc and having him look at my toenail he said we could 1- Do nothing. (Um, yeah, that's what I made an appointment for, so I could do nothing) 2- Take another round of lamisil. 3- Take the little sucker completely off. I opted for the removal to just get it over with. So the PA in training came in and numbed me five times in my teeny-tiny toe and, under my PA's supervision, took my nail off. After it was off I peeked over my knees and saw a flat toe! I couldn't help but say, "It's beautiful!" which I realize now was pretty stupid to say. &lt;br /&gt;I was blissfully numb the rest of the day even after I crammed my big ol' bandaged toe into my chucks and wandered back through the labyrinth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-7329827403221109264?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7329827403221109264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=7329827403221109264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7329827403221109264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7329827403221109264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/case-of-mondays.html' title='Case of the Mondays'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEvBkTkfdQE/TbmS8i576vI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3ogftOMdzGs/s72-c/toey%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-734814242432962630</id><published>2011-04-28T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:28.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soffit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8CTbTOmjfM/TbmRVDzOa_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/LMS6oalJI_E/s1600/toey%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600667402595363826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8CTbTOmjfM/TbmRVDzOa_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/LMS6oalJI_E/s400/toey%2B008.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had these frames forever in the outside closet waiting to be scrubbed and painted. I finally broke out the spray paint and the acrylic paint and painted the empty frames. I was planning on distressing the frames a little so the dark stain would show through, but I just love the look of fresh paint too much. Maybe sometime down the line I will. It still needs something on both sides, but since our kitchen is literally just a couple feet bigger than our closet I'm just gonna leave it really simple. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-734814242432962630?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/734814242432962630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=734814242432962630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/734814242432962630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/734814242432962630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/soffit.html' title='Soffit'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8CTbTOmjfM/TbmRVDzOa_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/LMS6oalJI_E/s72-c/toey%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6499248211597137474</id><published>2011-04-24T13:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:31:45.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather picture-heavy post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyOGZDX_SaM/TbR0avqxmNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vdCIsDREzRQ/s1600/burfday%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyOGZDX_SaM/TbR0avqxmNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vdCIsDREzRQ/s400/burfday%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599228239549667538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see this? It was some of the ingredients for breakfast yesterday. Healthy and perfectly chopped right? &lt;br /&gt;And who be cookin' it?? None other than the Blake!! Whoo hoo!!! I wanted crepes that morning and handed him my Betty Crocker cookbook in hopes that he would make them. Instead he found a recipe for omelets and made that! I was soooo pleased! The dude can cook! =D It was my first omelet and it was delicious! Blake had better watch out though- I might want him to cook again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIct6NygqfQ/TbR0xbQd_UI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3vSjZdmr_p0/s1600/burfday%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIct6NygqfQ/TbR0xbQd_UI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3vSjZdmr_p0/s400/burfday%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599228629207612738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also our date day and it was fabulous! =D We spent most of our time out widow shopping and managed to spend only 8$ (only because we still had about 40$ in gift cards from our wedding hehe). And after we had sufficiently worn our shoes out we went to 105 Degrees- a raw food restaurant that I've been wanting to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vc82ywVfmNM/TbRxNkZ91bI/AAAAAAAAAlY/knrl61YILyw/s1600/IMG_20110423_180412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vc82ywVfmNM/TbRxNkZ91bI/AAAAAAAAAlY/knrl61YILyw/s400/IMG_20110423_180412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224714653193650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our pizza. It was very tasty although a little mind-boggling when it came to how I was going to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-On18Ktz9p9I/TbRxNUJEfCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/o7AtHcGopC8/s1600/IMG_20110423_175611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-On18Ktz9p9I/TbRxNUJEfCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/o7AtHcGopC8/s400/IMG_20110423_175611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224710287359010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were our aged tree nut cheeses. Delicious! The first cheese was savory, the second sweet, and the third a little spicy. The sweet cheese was our favorite and we ended up leaving a little bit of the spicy cheese on the plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NVXxDcZvho/TbRxNDO4s0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/-hibBr8MGak/s1600/IMG_20110423_175602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NVXxDcZvho/TbRxNDO4s0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/-hibBr8MGak/s400/IMG_20110423_175602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599224705748349762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was our spicy sushi. I have only ever had sushi in a Chinese buffet... and it was nasty. But when I ate this I was delighted and was more than happy to help Blake eat it! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done eating however, Blake was still a little hungry (I have no idea how- did you see those ridiculously huge portions? Har har...). So we decided to go get a birthday cake and some snacks from Crest. When it came to choosing my cake I was torn between three cakes. Blake has made it his resolution (evil evil) to not help me make decisions anymore! So I was stuck choosing between delicious cakes! &lt;br /&gt;I ended up choosing white cake with the ridiculously sugary frosting, yum! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiRst9v4-RE/TbRzZj_IyKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/aYVrCI0EoE8/s1600/burfday%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiRst9v4-RE/TbRzZj_IyKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/aYVrCI0EoE8/s400/burfday%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599227119722350754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPIDxj1yhxQ/TbRzZfnY_2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/LfU24vOp4Ao/s1600/burfday%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPIDxj1yhxQ/TbRzZfnY_2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/LfU24vOp4Ao/s400/burfday%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599227118549008226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58SF-zbcgZc/TbRzY9KlcNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/W6hPECZXKuU/s1600/burfday%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58SF-zbcgZc/TbRzY9KlcNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/W6hPECZXKuU/s400/burfday%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599227109301383378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate our cake and Doritoes on our bed while we watched Gulliver's Travels. Don't ya love how our day kinda centered around food? Even the things we bought were cooking things- a huge frying pan and a tiny strainer! Does that make us foodies even though I am a picky vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your man puts a wash rag on his head and thumps his head repeatedly against the wall and says, "Dobby loves Harry Potter, sir!" (Yes, this happened the other night) You might have an addict on your hands. A Harry-Potter-aholic, if you will. It has been unheard of to see Blake without a book in the Harry Potter series attached to his hands. I also have gone through that level of addiction many times myself. Many. many. many times. Eventually you can resurface to the outside world with carpal tunnel, strained eyes, and the habit of randomly calling men in suits "muggles." I am hoping Blake will reach this step very soon as he's just barely finished the final book in the series. I swear he's gonna start calling me Hermione! I am scared to tell him that it's practically required to read the series again after the first read to pick up on all the details you missed when you were first feverishly thumbing through the books. I managed to take a few pictures of him whilst he was immersed in the wizarding world. He would freeze in those positions for hours and only his hands would move to turn the pages. Ya can't help but love him though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzTL44141eI/TbR3puKpZKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hwPO20D3ypg/s1600/plants%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzTL44141eI/TbR3puKpZKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hwPO20D3ypg/s400/plants%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599231795379397794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS0jdrUuBvs/TbR3pcNBawI/AAAAAAAAAmI/QRHO2cE03p0/s1600/mushroom%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VS0jdrUuBvs/TbR3pcNBawI/AAAAAAAAAmI/QRHO2cE03p0/s400/mushroom%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599231790557522690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xRNgcHPy48/TbR36Hmg7pI/AAAAAAAAAmg/kIc_WxT87eo/s1600/potato%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xRNgcHPy48/TbR36Hmg7pI/AAAAAAAAAmg/kIc_WxT87eo/s400/potato%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599232077085077138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBZ3v-27THc/TbR355z2NAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/i7TfPCL-pAk/s1600/plants%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBZ3v-27THc/TbR355z2NAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/i7TfPCL-pAk/s400/plants%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599232073382900738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAUwuAaWMm4/TbR4qICQ6HI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RTISL71KP2c/s1600/toez%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAUwuAaWMm4/TbR4qICQ6HI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RTISL71KP2c/s400/toez%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599232901835188338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3L1ClhoXnN4/TbR4pl6_umI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wEJHpvyo6Es/s1600/toez%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3L1ClhoXnN4/TbR4pl6_umI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wEJHpvyo6Es/s400/toez%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599232892677896802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUzWnDbY_pY/TbR4o8o-FBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/DcacZUtSARk/s1600/random%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUzWnDbY_pY/TbR4o8o-FBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/DcacZUtSARk/s400/random%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599232881596437522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6499248211597137474?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6499248211597137474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6499248211597137474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6499248211597137474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6499248211597137474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/rather-picture-heavy-post.html' title='A rather picture-heavy post!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyOGZDX_SaM/TbR0avqxmNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vdCIsDREzRQ/s72-c/burfday%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-747713511703853656</id><published>2011-04-23T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:49:33.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweetums!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykQpyaXgiHg/TbOS_-wA4CI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QjC9JzQiyRY/s1600/stroller%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598980389625454626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykQpyaXgiHg/TbOS_-wA4CI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QjC9JzQiyRY/s400/stroller%2B001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Blake have had serious sweet tooths this last week. Well, we always have sweet teeth, but this week has been worse! So when I found something that combined some of our favorite things, !cookies AND cake AND sprinkles!, I knew it was for us. Enter the Cakie. Crazy delicious cookies made from a cake mix. Needless to say, they were gone the day after I made them. The fact that Easter and my 22nd are this week has just been an excuse to go even more nuts with the sugar. How Blake can eat three large pieces of white cake coated with frosting (the kind you buy at the store) and countless Doritoes within two hours time is beyond me, but he has!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-747713511703853656?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/747713511703853656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=747713511703853656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/747713511703853656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/747713511703853656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-sweetums.html' title='Oh Sweetums!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykQpyaXgiHg/TbOS_-wA4CI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QjC9JzQiyRY/s72-c/stroller%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8178497352007119364</id><published>2011-04-22T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:53:10.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my father's daughter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7KfPEi8VLY/TbI5Y3ne1OI/AAAAAAAAAk4/WtXS-gzj0xQ/s1600/stroller%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598600386184140002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7KfPEi8VLY/TbI5Y3ne1OI/AAAAAAAAAk4/WtXS-gzj0xQ/s400/stroller%2B021.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the dumpster to drop off a bag of trash and saw wheels peeking out at me. It was a stroller- perfectly good condition, just cobbwebby! So, since it was light outside (couldn't let anyone see me do it!) I went back to the apartment and called my mummy to see if I should dumpster-dive for it. She gave me the green light (and of course told me to make something to fill it with, haha) so I waited until it was dark and recruited Blake to help me. We had to circle the apartments to wait until there was no one to see us. And then we grabbed the stroller and scooted off as fast as we could. Except for a dead spider and some webs, it's in great condition! A perfect first dumpster-dive! My dad would be proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8178497352007119364?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8178497352007119364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8178497352007119364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8178497352007119364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8178497352007119364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-my-father-daughter.html' title='I am my father&amp;#39;s daughter!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7KfPEi8VLY/TbI5Y3ne1OI/AAAAAAAAAk4/WtXS-gzj0xQ/s72-c/stroller%2B021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5008301482355115667</id><published>2011-04-21T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:53:29.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YthBp0vIFCc/TbDelyzvnLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rhWEBYvLaBg/s1600/strawberries%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219077696855218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YthBp0vIFCc/TbDelyzvnLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rhWEBYvLaBg/s400/strawberries%2B013.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Blake's contribution to this blog. Isn't he just sweet? Here I was, making his lunch, and he started shoving the camera in my face and taking pictures of my pajamas and greasy hair. Did I add a little something extra to his PB&amp;amp;J sandwich after that incident? The world may never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- don't ya love how all the cabinet doors magically open? I swear they have minds of their own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5008301482355115667?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5008301482355115667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5008301482355115667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5008301482355115667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5008301482355115667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/mysteries.html' title='Mysteries!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YthBp0vIFCc/TbDelyzvnLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rhWEBYvLaBg/s72-c/strawberries%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6351779003316846464</id><published>2011-04-20T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:12.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottsmile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iI8tMqHxLB8/Ta-oLcksRAI/AAAAAAAAAko/PXrfzTLq5XY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597877776446931970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iI8tMqHxLB8/Ta-oLcksRAI/AAAAAAAAAko/PXrfzTLq5XY/s400/3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Blake that I had posted three blogs to catch up he asked, "And how many of them were about me?" Hehe, this time only 1 of 3 were about him. What can I say? I married a very entertaining guy. And his smile!! Whew!! That wonderful grin actually has a name: Scottsmile! One of his Air Force buddies named it in tech school. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to coax him home early once by having him tell his supervisor that I was in labor. And then the next day when he would be asked about it, he would just say, "Oh, yeah, she didn't go into labor. Turns out she wasn't even pregnant!" Alas, he didn't go through with this masterful plan. But when he got home he laughed about it with me and told me about how he told his friend my idea and enunciated it exactly as I would have! Our brains are on the same wavelengths! It's kinda scary and fabulous at the same time! I seriously married my perfect man! Even if he rolls his eyes about how many times I post about him and his antics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6351779003316846464?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6351779003316846464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6351779003316846464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6351779003316846464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6351779003316846464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/scottsmile.html' title='Scottsmile!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iI8tMqHxLB8/Ta-oLcksRAI/AAAAAAAAAko/PXrfzTLq5XY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6810304303194335615</id><published>2011-04-19T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:53:35.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunchfast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpDS-gSD-c/Ta4Y7MnF23I/AAAAAAAAAkg/VxVpJCxLlvE/s1600/strawberries%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597438792144640882" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpDS-gSD-c/Ta4Y7MnF23I/AAAAAAAAAkg/VxVpJCxLlvE/s400/strawberries%2B005.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For brunchfast today I made taco salad. Yum! I made me and the Blake each a nice big plate of it and we dove in. By the time we were at the end of the meal both of us were groaning in our engorged state of belly. I put the rest of my plate in the fridge before it occurred to me that microwaved lettuce would probably taste pretty gross, but cold bean and rice mixture would taste equally gross. What's a girl to do? Perhaps I will just have to compromise and eat it lukewarm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6810304303194335615?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6810304303194335615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6810304303194335615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6810304303194335615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6810304303194335615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/brunchfast.html' title='Brunchfast!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhpDS-gSD-c/Ta4Y7MnF23I/AAAAAAAAAkg/VxVpJCxLlvE/s72-c/strawberries%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5037616766594856362</id><published>2011-04-19T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:07.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame, shame, shame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_IKSppcUqk/Ta4XGscXCII/AAAAAAAAAkY/uvnloH01ZsM/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597436790644869250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_IKSppcUqk/Ta4XGscXCII/AAAAAAAAAkY/uvnloH01ZsM/s400/2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the other morning when Blake did the unthinkable and mixed two different types of cereal! I remember my mom mixing these types of cereal when I was little to get me (although she'd never do this to spoiled Braydon) to eat the healthier ones in addition to the delicious ones. Anyways, he mixed the worst combination: Kix and Frosted Flakes. The chemistry is all off and the sogginess factor is completely opposite. Gag! I swear, the man I originally married might have hocked loogies in the shower and licked the bottom of my nose to get spit in my nostrils and pooted during dessert, but he never, NEVER mixed cereals! Who is this man???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5037616766594856362?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5037616766594856362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5037616766594856362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5037616766594856362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5037616766594856362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/shame-shame-shame.html' title='Shame, shame, shame.'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_IKSppcUqk/Ta4XGscXCII/AAAAAAAAAkY/uvnloH01ZsM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5684015190712859609</id><published>2011-04-19T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:18.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, babies, babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZJVvn-r7-s/Ta4WbwMPsnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/MKtFn5TKJ4k/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597436052916646514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZJVvn-r7-s/Ta4WbwMPsnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/MKtFn5TKJ4k/s400/1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was starting to believe my plants were going to peter out and die Blake spotted the baby strawberries!! They are growing up! There are two currently growing on my one live strawberry plant. Perfect! One for me and one for... ME! =D I hope my new children will grow up soon so I can eat them. That should be the title to a song. Ah, happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5684015190712859609?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5684015190712859609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5684015190712859609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5684015190712859609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5684015190712859609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/babies-babies-babies.html' title='Babies, babies, babies!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZJVvn-r7-s/Ta4WbwMPsnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/MKtFn5TKJ4k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2735804114295352436</id><published>2011-04-19T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:23.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A depressing story to brighten your day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rafh3T-L3Zk/Ta4VTNAjMHI/AAAAAAAAAkI/1j7ihdUX438/s1600/strawberries%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597434806521770098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rafh3T-L3Zk/Ta4VTNAjMHI/AAAAAAAAAkI/1j7ihdUX438/s400/strawberries%2B032.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to walk into town for some sprinkles and spraypaint. As soon as I was out of the gated community I thought, "Hey, I need to pee." and "Hey, this wind keeps lifting up my skirt." and "Is it chilly or is it hot... I'm not really sure." Did I turn around? Nope. I walked down Air Depot (a busy street) holding my bladder and my skirt so I could get my vital sprinkles and spraypaint. The party store didn't have sprinkles. Ace didn't have the right spraypaint. I went home. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2735804114295352436?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2735804114295352436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2735804114295352436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2735804114295352436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2735804114295352436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/depressing-story-to-brighten-your-day.html' title='A depressing story to brighten your day!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rafh3T-L3Zk/Ta4VTNAjMHI/AAAAAAAAAkI/1j7ihdUX438/s72-c/strawberries%2B032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-879919113905441590</id><published>2011-04-16T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:27.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYc7slkxDzs/TanTnruC8NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D5-B3FssSSM/s1600/random%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596236690688766162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYc7slkxDzs/TanTnruC8NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D5-B3FssSSM/s400/random%2B011.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made Blake a camera strap last week. We wandered around the fabric store for quite some time looking for some manly fabric. It's amazing how little guy-friendly fabric there is out there! Of course I enjoyed wandering around the store looking at the fabric. Blake on the other hand was going a little stir-crazy. But then we went next door to Jason's Deli and Blake forgot about his misery in the fabric store. =D Sneaky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-879919113905441590?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/879919113905441590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=879919113905441590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/879919113905441590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/879919113905441590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-finally-made-blake-camera-strap-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYc7slkxDzs/TanTnruC8NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D5-B3FssSSM/s72-c/random%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-59613901101038536</id><published>2011-04-14T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:34.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually I'll figure out the proper titling system</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9lRqgnbrnw/Tad-UzAsHOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bGUwjcrYPX8/s1600/CIMG1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595579957786713314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9lRqgnbrnw/Tad-UzAsHOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bGUwjcrYPX8/s400/CIMG1292.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this baby-face?? This was a few years ago when he would still let me put makeup on him or tie string around his head. Now he's got mutton chops that rival Wolverine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jNuzp7-Wro/Tad-VKWzQoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EqQv3sRfkOs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595579964053471874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jNuzp7-Wro/Tad-VKWzQoI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EqQv3sRfkOs/s400/2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to this world???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-59613901101038536?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/59613901101038536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=59613901101038536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/59613901101038536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/59613901101038536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/eventually-i-figure-out-proper-titling.html' title='Eventually I&amp;#39;ll figure out the proper titling system'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9lRqgnbrnw/Tad-UzAsHOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/bGUwjcrYPX8/s72-c/CIMG1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6575857701619943955</id><published>2011-04-13T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:38.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trente-Deux! Reader Beware...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70mNC7M3AYs/TaZhO0B173I/AAAAAAAAAjo/qUVzLE9Kr80/s1600/toez%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595266494166855538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70mNC7M3AYs/TaZhO0B173I/AAAAAAAAAjo/qUVzLE9Kr80/s400/toez%2B006.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we (as in Blake because I don't like talking to military receptionists) finally broke down and made a doctors appointment for my beautiful toe. He thinks something's up with it or something. So this is what I've been looking at all day today. It's like watching a train wreck or something... I will be glad when I can paint ten toes again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6575857701619943955?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6575857701619943955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6575857701619943955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6575857701619943955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6575857701619943955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/trente-deux-reader-beware.html' title='Trente-Deux! Reader Beware...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70mNC7M3AYs/TaZhO0B173I/AAAAAAAAAjo/qUVzLE9Kr80/s72-c/toez%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6145171798327883638</id><published>2011-04-12T22:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:12:31.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This might be a long ramble... Beware!</title><content type='html'>Blake got after me for not posting a blog in like, forever. Apparently he likes to read about what he's up to! Find out all the juicy deets, I guess. The only thing is, nothing much has happened. We are both homebodies who like our routines. On our exciting day, Saturday, we sleep in and go window shopping (usually buying something that we just realized we can't live without... like a giant chopping board), go out to eat, come home and watch a movie, and perhaps go on a walk. Sometimes the walk is just to the mail haha. This last Saturday though we were feeling wild and crazy so we took couple pictures with the timer. Loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOn58In1Hc/TaUYK66EkDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_fn_vAbmD8g/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOn58In1Hc/TaUYK66EkDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_fn_vAbmD8g/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594904687968292914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XutEMpfEhHQ/TaUYJ0ZdjGI/AAAAAAAAAio/2RNy8J5wIek/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XutEMpfEhHQ/TaUYJ0ZdjGI/AAAAAAAAAio/2RNy8J5wIek/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594904669041036386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYYyrrLOpvo/TaUXuY3UxcI/AAAAAAAAAig/l8f3NEyosCQ/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYYyrrLOpvo/TaUXuY3UxcI/AAAAAAAAAig/l8f3NEyosCQ/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594904197793629634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZqtUqMoDeY/TaUXt53zh2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/wJ5OpY3r8g0/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZqtUqMoDeY/TaUXt53zh2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/wJ5OpY3r8g0/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594904189474146146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lELWtToFAs/TaUY_zbgLrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XWGE0NtGAaM/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lELWtToFAs/TaUY_zbgLrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XWGE0NtGAaM/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594905596494098098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1CxTzZat7c/TaUY_VCsNFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A-hrjSDL53Y/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1CxTzZat7c/TaUY_VCsNFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A-hrjSDL53Y/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594905588336964690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were some of our more graceful photos that still haven't gone through the Photoshop wringer. Perhaps there is a way to Photoshop out some very, very bad roots! I never realize how bad they are until I see them in a picture. It's very difficult going au natural... or however it is spelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoDNd92O3VE/TaUaVN93EnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3ZWJ3r-CFb4/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UoDNd92O3VE/TaUaVN93EnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3ZWJ3r-CFb4/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594907063906407026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple pictures we went to the mall and wandered around until our movie started. It was Your Highness. The first movie we've been to see in like 6 months and it was a bit of a flop. Well, Dvd worthy perhaps. And then we went to eat at iHop. Delicious! I got the stuffed french toast and Blake chose the one dish with every kind of meat they offer- the sampler. =D I guess he feels like he's gotta fulfill his meat-quota or something. I let him because we're gonna go to a fancy raw food restaurant called 101 Degrees for my birthday. Tee hee! It'll be nice to actually have a menu that I can order ANYTHING off of! Woot! That hasn't happened since... well, not in any of my memory. I don't mind that Blake's not a veggo (although it would be very nice) I just don't want him to end up looking like Moby or something... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little garden is growing nicely. I learned that my tomatoes need DIRECT sunlight or else they won't bear fruit. Oy! So on random days I've been hefting all of the pots down the stairs, one at a time to put them in the sun for the day and then hefting them back up to sleep safetly on the patio. After all this work I'm gonna make Blake love a fresh tomato or else! =D It's worth it though- I can see little baby strawberries growing on my strawberry plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's schedule has changed, so we have had to adjust our routine. He gets home late at night so I have the evenings alone. It's kinda nice though because I can go for evening runs again... or watch the CW's primetime shows without ridicule (Yes, I love my Gossip Girl and Vampire Diaries, thank you). I still get a little lost running through the neighborhoods but it's kinda fun seeing the new places. Some of the houses look no bigger than a shipping container, while others seem to be as big as our whole apartment building! I'm growing to really like the area here. It's no LaVerkin, but the beautiful days and all the greenery and nice people (Oekies) are growing on me!! We are even contemplating staying in church through, dunn dunn dunn, Sunday school (*gasp*) so we can meet people. But we haven't been able to make it through that notoriously boring part of church. One day perhaps. Until then we just sit at the back of the room and spy on people until Sacrament is over and then slip home for a big lunch. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need some gentleness in my life because, well, I feel a little mean. Let me explain: Blake can sometimes be a gassy fellow (as can we all), but he seems to air himself out at the worst times (at the table, under the covers, etc). So I got fed up with it and challenged him to a week of not pooting in front of me. He was doing so well until, one evening watching House, one snuck out. Oh snap. I shut the laptop and told him to lace up his running shoes (he didn't know what punishment I had in store for him). I then told him to run around the apartment complexes 5 times and get everything out of his system. Each lap around is 1/2 mile. I sat like Jabba the Hut on our little patio and counted the times as he ran past me. I had my mug of chocolate almond milk and thoroughly enjoyed watching him sweat while I poured future fat molecules into my body. That was the only time in that whole week that he let one slip out. It was such a nice week, but, alas, it came to an end way too soon. Hopefully I can convince him that it's a good idea to do that challenge again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if our audience needs another reason to think that I'm evil to my hubby (I swear I'm nice to your baby, Shirley! I'm just avenging you of the time he put a rubber band on the sink sprayer! =D), here's another day in our life... For April Fools day I felt mischevious while Blake was at work, so I boobie-trapped our apartment. Muahaha. I put Vaseline on the door handles he would be using, his phone charger, on his shampoo bottle, and the lock on the patio. I made salt-koolaid. I sewed a stack of his underwear together. I froze his toothbrush. And I made a bottle of nail polish look like it was spilled. The poor guy ran into every one of my cleverly-orchestrated traps! He even had to swallow the salt koolaid as he was using it to take a vitamin with! Oops! I felt a little guilty because he was so tired, but I just couldn't stop what I had put in motion! The final prank was his toothbrush frozen into a block of ice. As Blake was going for his toothbrush he said, "At least I know my toothbrush is safe because you'd never mess with me brushing my teeth." Tee hee, I guess he was wrong. I made him some mac n cheese and brownies to make him feel better after all the pranks though. See? I'm a good wifey too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is 11:08pm and Blake should be home in about 45 minutes. Although it could be 2 1/2 more hours til I see my hubby if any of this recentness is an indication. Until then I will watch some more of my new obsession, 30 Rock. PS- I'm developing a, perhaps inappropriate, crush on Alec Baldwin. Please help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6145171798327883638?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6145171798327883638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6145171798327883638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6145171798327883638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6145171798327883638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-might-be-long-ramble-beware.html' title='This might be a long ramble... Beware!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fOn58In1Hc/TaUYK66EkDI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_fn_vAbmD8g/s72-c/couple%2Bpics%2B042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4341486014972509116</id><published>2011-04-12T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:51:38.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trente-Un!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AX_a17sZVAM/TaTqiPWoEnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ARuIysiOyB0/s1600/random%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594854511058883186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AX_a17sZVAM/TaTqiPWoEnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ARuIysiOyB0/s400/random%2B016.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went on a long walk to Goodwill. I spent 3.50 and dragged this stuff home. I am so pleased! And the craziest thing happened while I was standing in line for check-out- I saw a lady buy the One Tree Hill seasons dvds I donated last week! Crazyness! I was so happy that they were going to a good home (she didn't look nuts) and not to some bag-lady. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am gonna paint the pitcher Sunshine Yellow and have it as an accent vase. The baby-birdcage will be painted white and I might dapple touches of pink on the flowers. Super excited! I'm glad Blake lets me decorate (almost) how I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4341486014972509116?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4341486014972509116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4341486014972509116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4341486014972509116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4341486014972509116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/trente-un.html' title='Trente-Un!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AX_a17sZVAM/TaTqiPWoEnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ARuIysiOyB0/s72-c/random%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-3717661395574746410</id><published>2011-04-11T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:53:38.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfy5AoYcvWU/TaPASeAdaeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/O3Rvf86vaRQ/s1600/couple%2Bpics%2B101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594526585649457634" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfy5AoYcvWU/TaPASeAdaeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/O3Rvf86vaRQ/s400/couple%2Bpics%2B101.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is another pic from our couples pics yesterday. We both took turn taking pictures of each other, realizing that both of us are camera-hams at heart. &lt;br /&gt;On another note I just discovered 30 Rock and am totally addicted. Poor Blake will get some attention eventually. Until then he has Harry Potter. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-3717661395574746410?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3717661395574746410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=3717661395574746410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/3717661395574746410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/3717661395574746410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/trente.html' title='Trente!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfy5AoYcvWU/TaPASeAdaeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/O3Rvf86vaRQ/s72-c/couple%2Bpics%2B101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2595302800460862467</id><published>2011-04-10T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:53:43.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Nine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nj9OzdrZTM/TaJ_C4-D-eI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Joo9LUmDgD8/s1600/2011_04_09_IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594173374776736226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nj9OzdrZTM/TaJ_C4-D-eI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Joo9LUmDgD8/s400/2011_04_09_IMG_0173.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took couple pictures yesterday. It was lotsa fun, but interesting jumping over mud puddles to beat the timer and dealing with wind. In about 1/4 of the pictures I am trying to hold down my hair or my hair is just blowing around. =D Oy vey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2595302800460862467?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2595302800460862467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2595302800460862467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2595302800460862467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2595302800460862467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/twenty-nine.html' title='Twenty-Nine!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nj9OzdrZTM/TaJ_C4-D-eI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Joo9LUmDgD8/s72-c/2011_04_09_IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8925413854924786393</id><published>2011-04-08T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:51:33.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Eight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r01C1MiMz8I/TZ-x00QCpiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zUOwuFsZWeI/s1600/potato%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593384783154685474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r01C1MiMz8I/TZ-x00QCpiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zUOwuFsZWeI/s400/potato%2B022.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two in one day so I don't have to worry about it tomorrow! Sneaky! But isn't this the saddest thing you have ever seen??? My poor daisy-flower! Yesterday she was doing grand and then overnight just went downhill! I'm so sad! I set her in the sun today but that hasn't perked her up. Perhaps Blake has gotten jealous of me spending so much time with her and has exacted his revenge. Or perhaps, just like me, this humidity makes her hair (leaves) frizz too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8925413854924786393?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8925413854924786393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8925413854924786393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8925413854924786393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8925413854924786393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/twenty-eight.html' title='Twenty-Eight!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r01C1MiMz8I/TZ-x00QCpiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zUOwuFsZWeI/s72-c/potato%2B022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-998655305421693428</id><published>2011-04-08T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:53:56.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Seven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3l0shcbP0o/TZ-xMLu4N4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/uo55V--1EjU/s1600/potato%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593384085083404162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3l0shcbP0o/TZ-xMLu4N4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/uo55V--1EjU/s400/potato%2B016.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made potato salad today! Yummy! When we were at the store yesterday I kept asking Blake if he liked potato salad, to gauge how much I should make. He kept answering my question with, "I like macaroni salad." Ok, wasn't the answer I was looking for. I ended up making a whole pot and have eaten some for every meal. I sure hope Blake eats some of it or else I will consume the entire thing by myself!!&lt;br /&gt;Poe-tate-oh! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-998655305421693428?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/998655305421693428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=998655305421693428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/998655305421693428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/998655305421693428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/twenty-seven.html' title='Twenty-Seven!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n3l0shcbP0o/TZ-xMLu4N4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/uo55V--1EjU/s72-c/potato%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5260716863288413069</id><published>2011-04-07T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:08.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt-six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYS0RxPLpbA/TZ5crmcqyrI/AAAAAAAAAho/LG-e_G_YUl8/s1600/9%2Brings%2B016%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593009691365657266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYS0RxPLpbA/TZ5crmcqyrI/AAAAAAAAAho/LG-e_G_YUl8/s400/9%2Brings%2B016%2Bcopy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Missed two days! I guess it's because me and the Blake haven't been doing anything out of the ordinary. And yet things aren't dull! I guess we're happy in our routines. =D This is how I would look with Beyonce's eyes... and wet hair... and a stained shirt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5260716863288413069?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5260716863288413069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5260716863288413069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5260716863288413069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5260716863288413069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/vingt-six.html' title='Vingt-six'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYS0RxPLpbA/TZ5crmcqyrI/AAAAAAAAAho/LG-e_G_YUl8/s72-c/9%2Brings%2B016%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-7627927388034327991</id><published>2011-04-04T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:13.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt-cinq! (Say that 10 times fast!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39k_f5DKycg/TZqBGI5SSoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ej-6nUFSxXc/s1600/plants%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591923829800848002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39k_f5DKycg/TZqBGI5SSoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ej-6nUFSxXc/s400/plants%2B006.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopsy! Rental carpet! And that was my favorite April Fools prank... unfortunately I had already gotten Blake with Vaseline on handles and salt Koolaid so he was aware that things were set up for him to be pranked. I think it got him for a second, but then he knew it was a prank. Drats! Coulda got my mom with it perhaps? *Devil horns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Funny fact: I'm 90% sure the nail polish I used was actually Blake's!!!! I don't specifically remember why, but we bought it in conjunction with some black nail polish a few years ago. I think he used it once and gave it to me. Or I used it on him. I don't remember specifics. Bwahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-7627927388034327991?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7627927388034327991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=7627927388034327991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7627927388034327991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7627927388034327991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/vingt-cinq-say-that-10-times-fast.html' title='Vingt-cinq! (Say that 10 times fast!)'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39k_f5DKycg/TZqBGI5SSoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ej-6nUFSxXc/s72-c/plants%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-954590445231289368</id><published>2011-04-03T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:21.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt-quatre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rRx9J8p-cM/TZkZUuL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/5oaPS5Gr8jE/s1600/newshirt%2B112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591528256143592386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rRx9J8p-cM/TZkZUuL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/5oaPS5Gr8jE/s400/newshirt%2B112.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That face has soo much mischief behind it! I love it! Last night we went out to eat and I drank some Coke. Usually I hate the taste, but I was needing some fizzyness. Unfortunately for Blake (although he knew I'd be sipping from his drink) the caffeine and the 80 degree heat kept me hyper and awake for quite a while after turning out the light. I don't think Blake will ever feed me caffeine again so close to bedtime as I pestered him beyond belief muahaha! He's been a bit of a zombie today because of it but I have no sympathy. He's just another not-so-innocent victim in my rampage of hyper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-954590445231289368?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/954590445231289368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=954590445231289368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/954590445231289368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/954590445231289368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/vingt-quatre.html' title='Vingt-quatre!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rRx9J8p-cM/TZkZUuL_i8I/AAAAAAAAAg4/5oaPS5Gr8jE/s72-c/newshirt%2B112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-7098339395799263144</id><published>2011-04-02T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:24.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Second!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsfdiO-_YOI/TZfWVd2phxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w1wxArM1hlc/s1600/newshirt%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591173126683199250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsfdiO-_YOI/TZfWVd2phxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w1wxArM1hlc/s400/newshirt%2B118.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping today to Blake's favorite store: Hot Topic. He got two shirts that he is thrilled to death with. Can I just say, "Rawr!" I have never seen him in this color of blue and I love it! He did manage to sneak a black shirt into the buy pile, but I was so happy with the blue that I let him get away with it. Apparently his shirt has secret meaning, but it's over my head as I'm not a youtube aficionado like the original Scott clan is. Of course I didn't get away empty handed, as I had a 10$ coupon for V.S. and bought some new shorts 'n stuff! I even got the awesomest pink stripey vintage-style umbrella free with my purchase and couldn't be happier! I felt like a pimpette walking around the mall with the umbrella acting as a cane. Hmmm... I guess that would make Blake my ho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-7098339395799263144?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7098339395799263144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=7098339395799263144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7098339395799263144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7098339395799263144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-second-d.html' title='April Second!! =D'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsfdiO-_YOI/TZfWVd2phxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w1wxArM1hlc/s72-c/newshirt%2B118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2091791523142018068</id><published>2011-04-01T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:31.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt...something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_-6f5_VULs/TZaooITVaeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ddU6YVLOjdI/s1600/blakie%2B111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590841394803861986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_-6f5_VULs/TZaooITVaeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ddU6YVLOjdI/s400/blakie%2B111.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake got punked today. Yes it is April fools and the poor guy still have things comin' to him tonight. I couldn't stop, even after he gave me a crusty for putting vaseline on the closet door handle. He'll forget about this by next year. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2091791523142018068?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2091791523142018068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2091791523142018068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2091791523142018068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2091791523142018068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/04/vingtsomething.html' title='Vingt...something...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_-6f5_VULs/TZaooITVaeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ddU6YVLOjdI/s72-c/blakie%2B111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8648525611919315747</id><published>2011-03-31T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:51:43.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt-deux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_XkIOweLFg/TZUAw5tsBpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fG0Am9p-Xok/s1600/mushroom%2B080ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590375352576509586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_XkIOweLFg/TZUAw5tsBpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fG0Am9p-Xok/s400/mushroom%2B080ice.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 286px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the new golden-child camera yesterday and went around the house taking pictures of... housewares... As you can see, interesting items were limited that I hadn't already photographed to death. So, I am showcasing a new action that I found yesterday! It is supposed to be getting warmer so we won't be rattling around the house so much... hopefully!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8648525611919315747?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8648525611919315747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8648525611919315747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8648525611919315747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8648525611919315747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/vingt-deux.html' title='Vingt-deux!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_XkIOweLFg/TZUAw5tsBpI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fG0Am9p-Xok/s72-c/mushroom%2B080ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1531915873648657294</id><published>2011-03-30T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:35.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt et un!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjyZLchq9EU/TZPAlNSfylI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ysmDEl_Mvz4/s1600/mushroom%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590023307951852114" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjyZLchq9EU/TZPAlNSfylI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ysmDEl_Mvz4/s400/mushroom%2B032.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had cereal around 9:30. By 10:50 Blake was peering around the fridge for his lunch! Silly guy! So we cooked him a pizza and he sat at the table and read Harry Potter and ate the whole pizza. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that the Harry Potter books were an extra appendage growing out of his hands! He has been reading the series nonstop lately- he even put off watching the new House to read another chapter!! *Faint!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1531915873648657294?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1531915873648657294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1531915873648657294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1531915873648657294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1531915873648657294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/vingt-et-un.html' title='Vingt et un!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjyZLchq9EU/TZPAlNSfylI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ysmDEl_Mvz4/s72-c/mushroom%2B032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6706172494395269150</id><published>2011-03-29T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:39.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1IVw6Ctl2UA/TZJf-lQKPkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xd2qQxt6Cyk/s1600/Reunion%2B08%2B%2528107%2529%2Bcopy%2B2eyes%2Bcream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589635616276627010" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1IVw6Ctl2UA/TZJf-lQKPkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xd2qQxt6Cyk/s400/Reunion%2B08%2B%2528107%2529%2Bcopy%2B2eyes%2Bcream.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my external hard drive and found this picture I took of a cute nephew and Dad. I love the contrast to J's baby skin and Dad's man-skin. Anyways, it's always been one of my favorite pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6706172494395269150?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6706172494395269150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6706172494395269150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6706172494395269150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6706172494395269150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/vingt.html' title='Vingt!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1IVw6Ctl2UA/TZJf-lQKPkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xd2qQxt6Cyk/s72-c/Reunion%2B08%2B%2528107%2529%2Bcopy%2B2eyes%2Bcream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8923204516613033245</id><published>2011-03-28T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:16.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dix-Neuf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMK924maF1Y/TZEQK72u_xI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fgzm7QWZCsU/s1600/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589266392595496722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMK924maF1Y/TZEQK72u_xI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fgzm7QWZCsU/s400/IMG_0166.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I posted this picture is because I have been fighting the urge to put up the Christmas tree for several days now!! I can't stop thinking about it! I even have a spot all picked out for it! Blake said the earliest we can put up the tree is Halloween, since it's black and sorta fits the theme. I guess it's good that I have Blake to stop me from putting Christmas decorations up in March... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8923204516613033245?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8923204516613033245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8923204516613033245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8923204516613033245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8923204516613033245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dix-neuf.html' title='Dix-Neuf!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMK924maF1Y/TZEQK72u_xI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fgzm7QWZCsU/s72-c/IMG_0166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1442801975901764951</id><published>2011-03-27T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:51:04.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dix-Huit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7WKTKpy5h4/TY-lB-Xf8vI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lTZBf02IvqY/s1600/Miisc%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588867115930088178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7WKTKpy5h4/TY-lB-Xf8vI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lTZBf02IvqY/s400/Miisc%2B042.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more difficult to get out and take a picture every day than I anticipated! It's just nice to spend the days I can with Blake and ignore everything else. =) Eventually I will get back into the picture-taking spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1442801975901764951?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1442801975901764951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1442801975901764951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1442801975901764951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1442801975901764951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dix-huit.html' title='Dix-Huit!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7WKTKpy5h4/TY-lB-Xf8vI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lTZBf02IvqY/s72-c/Miisc%2B042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-973075503408620855</id><published>2011-03-25T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:21.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dix-Sept!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCu1tMcMSgg/TY1TX3zZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bdIG1MA2Q9g/s1600/BLa%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588214382218306002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCu1tMcMSgg/TY1TX3zZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bdIG1MA2Q9g/s400/BLa%2B044.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was on my mind today. 57 more days til I see my Mimsy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-973075503408620855?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/973075503408620855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=973075503408620855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/973075503408620855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/973075503408620855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dix-sept.html' title='Dix-Sept!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCu1tMcMSgg/TY1TX3zZ4dI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bdIG1MA2Q9g/s72-c/BLa%2B044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-7111173294089054668</id><published>2011-03-24T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:31.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize! *Drool*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRu8ncn2m3g/TYvPRetQa0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/dt1jO99zRlA/s1600/mushroom%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587787661890841410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRu8ncn2m3g/TYvPRetQa0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/dt1jO99zRlA/s400/mushroom%2B016.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portabello mushroom caps marinated in zesty italian salad dressing+avacado+sprouts+ mustard&amp;amp;mayo+tomato+red onions+lettuce= one very happy Jocelyn!! =D So delicious I had it in my belly in about 3 minutes flat. The mushroom cap was so juicy and delicious that it drizzled onto my plate and I dunked my fingers in it and licked them. They haven't passed Blake's carnivorous palate (as he's not home yet and naughty wifey ate without hubby...), but I think he'll love them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-7111173294089054668?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7111173294089054668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=7111173294089054668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7111173294089054668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7111173294089054668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/seize-drool.html' title='Seize! *Drool*'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRu8ncn2m3g/TYvPRetQa0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/dt1jO99zRlA/s72-c/mushroom%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1756820880973796031</id><published>2011-03-23T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:07.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKspGM8kqB8/TYp4XRvlpII/AAAAAAAAAfo/NaVq4sdausc/s1600/day%2Bseven%2B024color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587410629001847938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKspGM8kqB8/TYp4XRvlpII/AAAAAAAAAfo/NaVq4sdausc/s400/day%2Bseven%2B024color.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much the last remnants of fall and winter. I'm glad winter is going down the gutter because I am ready for summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1756820880973796031?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1756820880973796031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1756820880973796031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1756820880973796031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1756820880973796031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/quinze.html' title='Quinze!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKspGM8kqB8/TYp4XRvlpII/AAAAAAAAAfo/NaVq4sdausc/s72-c/day%2Bseven%2B024color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4196449166465911016</id><published>2011-03-22T17:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:39:39.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I have been in such a happy mood lately I had to write about my happiness! Perhaps its the good food in my belly or the fact that I have Blake with me for the evening, I am just in a happy mood. &lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my family. It's a typical "am thankful for" thing, but I love my family. My parents are such good parents, not too tough but not too easy on me. They were always there to talk to if I needed anything. They're goofy and crazy sometimes too and just enjoyable to be with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Irrehx8ctL8/TYkpDUF-WDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8TVJc1I4sYU/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Irrehx8ctL8/TYkpDUF-WDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8TVJc1I4sYU/s400/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587041949639923762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my siblings. They are all so funny and fun to talk to. And they chose the people that they married well-they are like my blood siblings. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwMQgAlnyeE/TYks7TTQh7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/m4ywPVAduUU/s1600/IMG_0139-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwMQgAlnyeE/TYks7TTQh7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/m4ywPVAduUU/s400/IMG_0139-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587046210034763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKlsLpmpG4E/TYks67FStSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GSejQNUwsbw/s1600/IMG_0140%2B-%2B8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKlsLpmpG4E/TYks67FStSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/GSejQNUwsbw/s400/IMG_0140%2B-%2B8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587046203533735202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I was in a good mood, making dinner, when I got a phone call. It was Adam! We didn't get to talk very long 'cuz Blake came home and was indignant that I was talking to another good-lookin' guy. But talking to my bro totally made my day! It was just such a nice surprise to hear from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bwnbzQkK2o/TYkmOWMHb3I/AAAAAAAAAew/W7CTeN1oWrw/s1600/Miisc%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bwnbzQkK2o/TYkmOWMHb3I/AAAAAAAAAew/W7CTeN1oWrw/s400/Miisc%2B044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587038840646233970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my in-laws. They are so sweet to me and totally crazy (in a good way). They are such nice people and did a good job raising my hubby. They are such a close-knit family and love talking with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s26lobHGZdE/TYkp1pzW55I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wNOQXKNhBd4/s1600/IMG_0150-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s26lobHGZdE/TYkp1pzW55I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wNOQXKNhBd4/s400/IMG_0150-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587042814460880786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the sunny days and beautiful weather we've been having lately. It's so nice to go outside and enjoy the wind blowing around my legs. I enjoy getting a cold glass of chocolate almond milk in the evening and leaning against the balcony railing and sipping it. It's so peaceful I could stand there for hours looking at the lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I am thankful that I married my best friend. And every day he makes me happy just being himself and our marriage comes easy. I am thankful that he lets me be a housewife and take care of him. And I'm thankful that he eats all the food that I make. Except gaspacho... but then again, I won't ever eat that again either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKakmMEVD18/TYkmOhk-y5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/9NYSXqp9_p0/s1600/Misc%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKakmMEVD18/TYkmOhk-y5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/9NYSXqp9_p0/s400/Misc%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587038843703315346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blissfully happy right now. I love our cute little apartment that is clean-even the pesky kitchen, my new dress, the dinners that I have planned for this week (=D), my friends, the good book I'm reading, the new episodes of Psych that make me crack up at every episode, and the Nook. The Nook is when we're laying down and Blake lifts up his arm and lets me cuddle up next to him and then he puts his arm around me. Everything just makes me happy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4196449166465911016?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4196449166465911016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4196449166465911016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4196449166465911016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4196449166465911016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Irrehx8ctL8/TYkpDUF-WDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8TVJc1I4sYU/s72-c/IMG_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4112784933782516080</id><published>2011-03-22T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:27.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatorze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIXwdN6Fi7s/TYjry_k6lMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1QV6dbUoVg4/s1600/starfilter1%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586974599045354690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIXwdN6Fi7s/TYjry_k6lMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1QV6dbUoVg4/s400/starfilter1%2B016.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought a star filter on amazon and it came yesterday. I love packages. They are like Christmas! I locked myself in the bathroom to play with it this morning and I can't wait to take it outside to play with it! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4112784933782516080?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4112784933782516080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4112784933782516080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4112784933782516080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4112784933782516080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/quatorze.html' title='Quatorze!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dIXwdN6Fi7s/TYjry_k6lMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1QV6dbUoVg4/s72-c/starfilter1%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2257932531635088609</id><published>2011-03-20T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:34.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treize!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IXUQ-ljRqY/TYawUNNBmVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g5-tw1VKM04/s1600/blakes%2Beye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586346248987842898" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IXUQ-ljRqY/TYawUNNBmVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g5-tw1VKM04/s400/blakes%2Beye.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite eyes to stare into! Underneath his unruly eyebrow haha. =D Jealous that I get to look at this everyday? I'm jealous of myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2257932531635088609?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2257932531635088609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2257932531635088609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2257932531635088609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2257932531635088609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/treize.html' title='Treize!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IXUQ-ljRqY/TYawUNNBmVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/g5-tw1VKM04/s72-c/blakes%2Beye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8349268649480661208</id><published>2011-03-19T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:53:36.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayin' out of mischief! Sorta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgLVZgRYtUU/TYVKrhsR6xI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C64QsneQwhQ/s1600/market%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgLVZgRYtUU/TYVKrhsR6xI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C64QsneQwhQ/s400/market%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585953024461892370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've finally put my money where my mouth is and got two strawberry plants and 8 cherry tomato plants. Oh, and a daisy plant! =D I am soo excited to start my little garden on our terrace...patio...balcony...little outside space. I am ridiculously excited for things to start growing. Getting started probably cost more than buying the fruits already grown through the season, but hopefully this stuff will last and we can reuse the pots and soil for the next years.&lt;br /&gt;Something that Blake is super excited about is the new Canon camera we bought yesterday. We have been drooling over it since we arrived in Midwest City and I guess our defenses were low yesterday because we got the camera! It takes droolworthy pictures! For example, we were sitting in our dark little living area and Blake took a picture (without flash) of a vase on our bookshelf. The picture looked better and brighter than looking at the vase in person!! Nuts! After we finished with the purchase and went out to the car, Blake wouldn't let the camera be put in the trunk for transportation. He lugged that thing on his lap while he drove home. He wouldn't even do that with a new baby I'm sure! Of course that would be unsafe, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TchaitEI60/TYVKr0VuArI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fla2zhhObtI/s1600/market%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TchaitEI60/TYVKr0VuArI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fla2zhhObtI/s400/market%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585953029467538098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went around and went to the park to take some pictures. Me with my now pathetic-seeming Canon Rebel and Blake with the new golden child. While we were there, I glanced behind me at the walking/biking path and saw a man miss the bridge and tumble down the little embankment. He layed there with his bike on top of him while I slapped at Blake to go help him. When Blake saw the guy laying there with his head almost in the river he ran over and got the bike off the guy and helped him right himself. What a sexy superhero! Fyi- the guy was ok I think. Just bruised (ego also). Dummy didn't have any brakes. I think if you don't have brakes, and you can't stay on the road, go for a walk! Oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_JE1zZqWGE/TYVKsDtE2bI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_i2cCOlA9Q0/s1600/market%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_JE1zZqWGE/TYVKsDtE2bI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_i2cCOlA9Q0/s400/market%2B041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585953033592035762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have officially committed spousal abuse. I punched poor unsuspecting Blake in the face. I just had to take him down a notch. Tsk. Ok, well it was an accident. Blake put up a pillow wall between us one night and I grabbed the offending pillow and went to thump him on the head with it. Unfortunately instead of just the pillow hitting him, my closed fist hit him in the mouth. I gave my hubby a fat lip!! We could argue both sides that say the punk had it comin' to him with all his pestering poor little me, but I did feel bad. Thankfully he now is almost all better. But, unfortunately for me he keeps rubbing it in. "Will you make me rice? You did punch me in the face..." or "Will you get my toothbrush? You did punch me in the face..." or "Will you lick my feet? You did-" Ok, that last one was an exaggeration, but that one's not too far off I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bneYgPDfv5Q/TYVPv9SH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kkN4uSjwMIE/s1600/blossoms%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bneYgPDfv5Q/TYVPv9SH5ZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kkN4uSjwMIE/s400/blossoms%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585958598145992082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8349268649480661208?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8349268649480661208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8349268649480661208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8349268649480661208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8349268649480661208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/stayin-out-of-mischief-sorta.html' title='Stayin&apos; out of mischief! Sorta...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgLVZgRYtUU/TYVKrhsR6xI/AAAAAAAAAeA/C64QsneQwhQ/s72-c/market%2B058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4455719720021606683</id><published>2011-03-19T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:37.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Douze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ACLH4sQzQU/TYVIDFAGzUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yfGxyg5QnZk/s1600/market%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585950130542398786" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ACLH4sQzQU/TYVIDFAGzUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yfGxyg5QnZk/s400/market%2B052.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we went (along with thousands of other people I swear!) to the farmers market and Lowes and got a couple plants!! =D Soo excited! Had to beg and plead with Hubby to let me get a daisy starter, but, of course, I won the argument. Or did I just wear him down? Either way, I got my plants! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4455719720021606683?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4455719720021606683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4455719720021606683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4455719720021606683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4455719720021606683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/douze.html' title='Douze!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ACLH4sQzQU/TYVIDFAGzUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/yfGxyg5QnZk/s72-c/market%2B052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1467871967133307426</id><published>2011-03-18T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:19.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Onze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haUP3xWhh9Y/TYQLntHZ9II/AAAAAAAAAdw/GH1A25AHVm0/s1600/blakie%2B109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585602214599718018" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haUP3xWhh9Y/TYQLntHZ9II/AAAAAAAAAdw/GH1A25AHVm0/s400/blakie%2B109.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is a picture I took of Blake. He's giddy. He just dropped some serious cash. Our apartment is the one right by his left ear btw. =D Just in case you ever wondered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1467871967133307426?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1467871967133307426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1467871967133307426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1467871967133307426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1467871967133307426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/onze.html' title='Onze!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haUP3xWhh9Y/TYQLntHZ9II/AAAAAAAAAdw/GH1A25AHVm0/s72-c/blakie%2B109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-7071877095954253249</id><published>2011-03-17T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:51:48.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy7uCTQgxYk/TYIq-3E3QWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pLBKNitjmMo/s1600/9%2Brings%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585073747317440866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy7uCTQgxYk/TYIq-3E3QWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pLBKNitjmMo/s400/9%2Brings%2B052.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yup, that pretty much sums this up! Why do I have no self-control when it comes to baked goods??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-7071877095954253249?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7071877095954253249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=7071877095954253249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7071877095954253249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7071877095954253249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/dix.html' title='Dix!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy7uCTQgxYk/TYIq-3E3QWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pLBKNitjmMo/s72-c/9%2Brings%2B052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2957073064996781234</id><published>2011-03-16T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:01.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neuf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVkUsgzrg8g/TYE_kXaspxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WW3TkzI862c/s1600/9%2Brings%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584814906909959954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVkUsgzrg8g/TYE_kXaspxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WW3TkzI862c/s400/9%2Brings%2B035.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blake says I'm in a very "book mood" with my pictures. Perhaps a little. You can tell what kind of books I have been reading lately. FYI- I don't even like tofu! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2957073064996781234?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2957073064996781234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2957073064996781234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2957073064996781234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2957073064996781234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/neuf.html' title='Neuf!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVkUsgzrg8g/TYE_kXaspxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WW3TkzI862c/s72-c/9%2Brings%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4332450079129242342</id><published>2011-03-15T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:20:40.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnLdy1Er48Q/TX-vtxhiAOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Iqrf0BkXeFc/s1600/8%2Bbook%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584375263885656290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnLdy1Er48Q/TX-vtxhiAOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Iqrf0BkXeFc/s400/8%2Bbook%2B008.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our nightly rituals is reading before bed. Blake has Harry Potter and I have my cookbooks. I love leaning against the pillows and hearing Blake turn the pages by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4332450079129242342?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4332450079129242342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4332450079129242342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4332450079129242342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4332450079129242342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/huit.html' title='Huit!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnLdy1Er48Q/TX-vtxhiAOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Iqrf0BkXeFc/s72-c/8%2Bbook%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5931408261960828932</id><published>2011-03-14T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:12.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzkrkZua4Ms/TX6_oYANazI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gQCs0nR01ss/s1600/day%2Bseven%2B004color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584111288344996658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzkrkZua4Ms/TX6_oYANazI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gQCs0nR01ss/s400/day%2Bseven%2B004color.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was another cold day today so the farthest we went from our apartment was to get the mail. This awesome fire hydrant is on the path to the mailboxes. So awesome! Can't wait til the grass is green!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5931408261960828932?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5931408261960828932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5931408261960828932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5931408261960828932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5931408261960828932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/sept.html' title='Sept!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzkrkZua4Ms/TX6_oYANazI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gQCs0nR01ss/s72-c/day%2Bseven%2B004color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-719664635549322321</id><published>2011-03-13T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:24.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYllGIyBedg/TX1V7S3nX5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/qxA5uBMHeOc/s1600/SpringDay%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583713590175031186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYllGIyBedg/TX1V7S3nX5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/qxA5uBMHeOc/s400/SpringDay%2B027.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I lied! Another blossom picture! It was dreary today and we spent the day in our pjs with no thoughts of going outside so I had to search in my stash of pictures for something to post. This blossom is from home. *Sigh* Home. Hopefully the weather will miraculously clear tomorrow and I will have perfect bright weather that will inspire me to go outside and snap some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-719664635549322321?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/719664635549322321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=719664635549322321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/719664635549322321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/719664635549322321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/six.html' title='Six!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYllGIyBedg/TX1V7S3nX5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/qxA5uBMHeOc/s72-c/SpringDay%2B027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-9676660085691139</id><published>2011-03-13T15:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:52:55.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>I found this questionnaire online and somehow managed to convince Blake to fill it out! We couldn't look at the other's answers, but it was fun to read how some of our answers were similar!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us about the first time you met and your first impression of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- I needed some arm-candy to a dance and searched high and low. I asked a friend for help finding a man and realized that there was this hidden gem right under my nose for two years! My friend led me to Blake. Sooo cute and sweet! The day after I tagged him for the date I kept seeing him in the halls because we were both checking the other one out. Needless to say, I was very pleased with my prospect and had an amazing time on our first date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- My friends went ahead and set me up to be tagged for the Sadie Hawkins Dance in High School without my knowledge. Lucky for my friends and her, I was at school working stage tech for the school musical. When she tagged me I was in utter disbelief that my friends had convinced such a good looking gal to ask sweaty, poorly dressed me to a dance. Unfortunately I had made our first moments very awkward with my shyness. But i could tell she was a fun person to be around even through the very silent conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s a weird habit or quirk that s/he has?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- He has to finish things. Doesn't sound weird but he has to finish a chapter in his book even if he's suuuper tired. Or he has to finish a whole pizza even if he doesn't like it and is poppin' his jeans button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- She seems to not like it when i mess with my eyebrows or hers. She must smooth them down if i makes the slightest brush against them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes him/her happy?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Rice and video games. I swear he can eat rice for every meal and snacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And he'll disappear into the bedroom for hours on a Sunday to play his video games. But I loves him anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- ME of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes him/her sad?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- When we're out of rice. He bawls like a baby. It's actually quite embarrassing as the neighbors can hear him moaning through the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- She gets sad when she is forced to live over 1000 miles away from family and friends but i think she will forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes him/her angry?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Oklahoma drivers. He'll come home from work just cheesed at some stupid stunt that someone on the road just pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- When I keep pestering her over and over by doing the same thing she has told me to stop doing (ex. sniffling instead of blowing my nose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excites him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- When I suggest we go out to eat. Perhaps I should be insulted that he totally lights up when i suggest we buy someone else's cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Finding amazing items and ridiculously good prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us something funny about him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- He's psychotic in his sleep! Every night is something new. Sometimes he'll say to "Put cheese on it." Or he'll put his feet on my side and I'll push them away and he'll put his feet back, just to pester me unconsciously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- She can get herself laughing at things that are inside jokes with herself and she wil just laugh and laugh, it is cute and sometimes contagious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s s/he like at home?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Very laid back. He loves to cuddle even though he hardly ever hugs anyone besides me. He's great to just lay back and talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Crafty and constantly looking for something new to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s s/he like at work/school?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Amazing! He's soo smart and can pick anything up really fast! He is known for being "sharp" and a hard worker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Mostly Business minded but she watches the clock waiting to be free once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s his/her best friend like?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Well she's pretty awesome if I do say so myself. Yes, we've both agreed we're each others best friends. How sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Well her best friend is the most amazing person ever because that person is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who s/he hates the most?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- He doesn't really hate people that he knows. He gets irritated by people&lt;br /&gt;though. It's strangers that he hates when they do stupid things (mostly drivers and horrible parkers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- funny enough i don't, she just seems to love and love most of  the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met his/her exes?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Haha, I have the privilege of being his first and only girlfriend! I love it otherwise I'd probably "accidentally" bump her off a cliff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- yes, no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the first thing s/he would do or say if s/he fell down and scraped their knee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- "Fo shizzle my nizzle!" =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Things that shouldn't be repeated followed by a will you kiss it better once she is over the initial shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would s/he do in an emergency situation with other people involved?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- He's been through an EMT class and knows cpr so I think he's pretty prepared. When I cut my finger or something he's very hands on and wants to take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Blend into the background and stress out about what would happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which shop would s/he spend the most time at in a shopping mall?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Hot Topic. He's a t-shirt-a-holic. Especially if they have their bogo sale going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Um.....The whole mall~! She just likes shopping for so many things no one store will suffice her shopping needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would s/he have for a typical breakfast?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Cereal. He's even made the switch (mostly because I'm there when we shop) to almond milk with his cereal. On the weekends it's usually Egos if he has to make it or Egg-in-a-hole's if I will make it for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- toast with jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would s/he want to go for dinner?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Panda Express or Jersey Mikes. He loves his Chinese food. He is very sad he had to leave his favorite restaurant in Utah-China Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Jimmy John's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of movie would s/he choose at the cinema?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Probably a comedy. But I usually drag him to a scary movie or a chick-flick. He's so sweet and secretly loves it when destiny brings a couple back together against all odds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- either scary or romantic comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If s/he wasnt going out with you, who would s/he be going out with?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Perhaps with work buddies. If we were in Utah it would be with his scary friend posse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- um... my long lost twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What item in his/her wardrobe would you like to burn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- His teeny-tiny speedo. Oy vey. He has pranced around in it for the old ladies at the pool and made their day, but I would rather the speedo disappear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- her fuzzy black slippers, who knows what germs lay on those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is s/he totally horrible at?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Ummmm... nothing? I would say cooking, but it's just because he hasn't learned how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- convincing me not to eat out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something about him/her that is annoying/infuriating?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- When I'll ask him something and he doesn't answer. He won't reply and I have to yell his name several times and then he'll innocently ask, "Whaaat?" Or perhaps it is when he passes gas when he's by me. It's the worst when I'm eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- SHe sometimes just won't tell me what is wrong, not sure if she just thinks that it is the most obvious thing ever or that i am suppose to figure it out magically but it would be nice to just be told what is bothering her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something that you two fundamentally disagree on?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- TV shows. He is a Mythbusters guy and I'm a Say Yes to the Dress girl. Sometimes we'll retreat to our seperate TVs, but mostly we'll just grin and bear it and hope there's a show on that we both like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- My desire of ownership of firearms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something that you two agree whole-heartedly on?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- How happy we are to be married. February 5, 2010 was the best day ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- That we love each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is s/he possessive?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Perhaps a little. Not as much as me, but he does like to come up and put his arm around me to make sure other guys don't try anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Of me YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would s/he succeed in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Because he's so smart and dedicated and doesn't bend rules at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Because she will not take anyone elses opinion unless there is no other choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the coolest gift that s/he has ever given you?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- He gave me a black messenger bag with a skull on it. I didn't even help him pick it out and he bought me a purse! I love it because I can load it up with anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- my sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us about a time s/he looked absolutely gorgeous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- Every morning when I open my eyes and he's there and gives me a big smile! =D But our wedding day he looked soo amazing too- all tuxed out and happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Our wedding day, hands down the most gorgeous ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most about him/her?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J- He is the sweetest guy I've ever known. He's so thoughtful and he makes me laugh every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B- Her cute smile that she always brings out when she wants to buy something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyliwEW__lk/TX0rQYSf2II/AAAAAAAAAdA/w7qe-dpNc6s/s1600/sunglasses%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyliwEW__lk/TX0rQYSf2II/AAAAAAAAAdA/w7qe-dpNc6s/s400/sunglasses%2B026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583666673407219842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-9676660085691139?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/9676660085691139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=9676660085691139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/9676660085691139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/9676660085691139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/couples-questionnaire.html' title='Couples Questionnaire'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyliwEW__lk/TX0rQYSf2II/AAAAAAAAAdA/w7qe-dpNc6s/s72-c/sunglasses%2B026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1974750821540248480</id><published>2011-03-12T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:29.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinq</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhzMpKoUDQ/TXwgtJfB9fI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Y3E3nPwo7AE/s1600/blossoms%2B004done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583373598044845554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhzMpKoUDQ/TXwgtJfB9fI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Y3E3nPwo7AE/s400/blossoms%2B004done.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is the typical shot of blossoms. Such an easy flower to photograph because it's pretty much impossible to mess up. This will be the only one for the year. Maybe. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1974750821540248480?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1974750821540248480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1974750821540248480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1974750821540248480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1974750821540248480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/cinq.html' title='Cinq'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4uhzMpKoUDQ/TXwgtJfB9fI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Y3E3nPwo7AE/s72-c/blossoms%2B004done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-391870755029069567</id><published>2011-03-11T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:29:05.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zECP8qf3amk/TXrbdRG-rcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LVwUg1suT8k/s1600/bladebla%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583015983934516674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zECP8qf3amk/TXrbdRG-rcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LVwUg1suT8k/s400/bladebla%2B019.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was smoky outside today. But we braved the air for Jimmy Johns. On the way I snapped this pic through our dirty car window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-391870755029069567?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/391870755029069567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=391870755029069567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/391870755029069567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/391870755029069567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/quatre.html' title='Quatre!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zECP8qf3amk/TXrbdRG-rcI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LVwUg1suT8k/s72-c/bladebla%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1641384706667310903</id><published>2011-03-10T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:52:33.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trois!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etrEmtxVccY/TXlvdxSFeaI/AAAAAAAAAco/odO6W54KDL8/s1600/sunglasses%2B05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582615770338523554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etrEmtxVccY/TXlvdxSFeaI/AAAAAAAAAco/odO6W54KDL8/s400/sunglasses%2B05.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake came home three hours early today and so I gots him for the day!! So he is a guest of honor in the picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1641384706667310903?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1641384706667310903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1641384706667310903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1641384706667310903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1641384706667310903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/trois.html' title='Trois!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etrEmtxVccY/TXlvdxSFeaI/AAAAAAAAAco/odO6W54KDL8/s72-c/sunglasses%2B05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8573136666322670938</id><published>2011-03-09T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:29:09.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf6bQML45kA/TXfjLfJS7pI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jme94k1ilVM/s1600/Picaday%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582180049627573906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf6bQML45kA/TXfjLfJS7pI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jme94k1ilVM/s400/Picaday%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new obsession. Spearmint tea. I took a gamble on the flavor because of the antioxidants, but now I can't get enough. I am on my second cup of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8573136666322670938?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8573136666322670938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8573136666322670938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8573136666322670938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8573136666322670938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/deux.html' title='Deux'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf6bQML45kA/TXfjLfJS7pI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jme94k1ilVM/s72-c/Picaday%2B%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6559406756960518176</id><published>2011-03-08T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:07:00.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Melting Pot</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I melted my retainer. And Blake's toothbrush, but that was nasty anyways so I don't care (sorry Babe!). But my retainer was soo sad! I meant to sanitize a few things: our toothbrushes, their protectors, my retainer, and my retainer case. I popped some water into the microwave for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. Apparently that was too long, as I took Blake's toothbrush out and it wilted into a 90 degree angle! I thought my retainer was ok as it's the old-school wire and plastic contraption, not those cheap invisalign-looking retainers that are all the rage now. But when I put it in my mouth last night it was completely warped. So sad! So this morning I spent some time melting my retainer and then shoving the hot plastic into my mouth to try and mold it back. It's fine now *whew*! It's like my very own wet-wet haha, and I can't sleep without it in my mouth. =D &lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't sleep last night, I was awake to hear Blake and all the weird sounds he makes in the night. Twice he said something about putting cheese on top of something. What a strange guy. I also found out that if he's snoring and facing away from my I can thump him in the butt with my foot and he quiets down. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So that's my little story for today. I also started another blog so I can work on my picture-taking skills. I want to take a picture every day without using my automatic settings on my camera. I have seen people do this and have been interested, so I'm trying it!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link: http://myrebelandi.blogspot.com/ I started with a most exciting subject, lemme tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6559406756960518176?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6559406756960518176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6559406756960518176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6559406756960518176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6559406756960518176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/melting-pot.html' title='The Melting Pot'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2366821660723370999</id><published>2011-03-08T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:29:14.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aNV0610tvM/TXacmQd3ZPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iwJ8r1Y_yF8/s1600/Picaday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581820969241502962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aNV0610tvM/TXacmQd3ZPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iwJ8r1Y_yF8/s400/Picaday.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9reo_soEkc/TXacl8e0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1b7RffFilSY/s1600/Picaday%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581820963876792082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9reo_soEkc/TXacl8e0ZxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1b7RffFilSY/s400/Picaday%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to give myself motivation every day to take a (hopefully) decent picture not using the automatic setting on my camera. Today was laundry day so I took a picture of the soap in its measuring cup. I make my own laundry detergent and feel so good knowing that I am saving oodles of money with the homemade stuff. &lt;br /&gt;The link to the recipe is below. Make it and save!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thesimpledollar.com/2008/04/09/making-your-own-laundry-detergent-a-detailed-visual-guide/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2366821660723370999?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2366821660723370999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2366821660723370999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2366821660723370999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2366821660723370999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/un.html' title='Un!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aNV0610tvM/TXacmQd3ZPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iwJ8r1Y_yF8/s72-c/Picaday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2838961914414350212</id><published>2011-03-06T12:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:35:59.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-doing the bull pen</title><content type='html'>Blake has been sick. Poor guy, but he's driving me crazy... he will sit by me to read Harry Potter and will sniff and sniff until I am driven to the brink of insanity. I finally threw my hands in the air, growled at him, and left the room. He came into the bedroom and apologized and showed me his way of not constantly sniffing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhnTa453Ag/TXQFdw5KbTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wFK_ZLhamcY/s1600/IMG_20110306_142353%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhnTa453Ag/TXQFdw5KbTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wFK_ZLhamcY/s400/IMG_20110306_142353%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581091847117892914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, forgot to photoshop our pink kleenex white haha. It puts a new meaning to "put a cork in it!" Arrrriba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a story about a futon. Brown, velvet, and uncomfortable. It was Blake's bed when he was living with his parents and it's very boy-ish. But his parentals kindly let us have it when we moved so we could have a couch. It's just been staring me in the face, begging for a makeover for a while now. It usually has four throw pillows along the back of it and those pillows always get squished into the space in the back. So we went to Lowes and bought a dropcloth and we brought it home and it sat in bleach for many hours as I washed and rewashed it. Then the dropcloth sat in our bedroom for a few days as I was too chicken to start cutting. When I finally started working on it, Bernini did such a good job sewing through six layers of dropcloth on those corners! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ik0dDr0AtVg/TXPTQkeQbVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/laJ8jTbJaig/s1600/IMG_20110228_132637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ik0dDr0AtVg/TXPTQkeQbVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/laJ8jTbJaig/s400/IMG_20110228_132637.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581036644864126290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mid-cover. It took days for me to finish. No one was allowed to sit on the futon because there was pins all in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9-zhkA4v4c/TXPTQxQ9w-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/f--r0FTk6Dc/s1600/IMG_20110301_115825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9-zhkA4v4c/TXPTQxQ9w-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/f--r0FTk6Dc/s400/IMG_20110301_115825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581036648298038242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to finish! I made a bolster pillow to stuff in the crack so the pillows won't get squished anymore. I filled it with whatever I could find- scraps from the slipcover, plastic bags, and bits of material that I have been needing to throw out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KhUBzWuIqw/TXQG2hnGdWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6-EZ3NLRViE/s1600/slipcover%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KhUBzWuIqw/TXQG2hnGdWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/6-EZ3NLRViE/s400/slipcover%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581093372023960930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZxnlr1mKaw/TXQG3C3ZeHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XfmxHWyf5KQ/s1600/slipcover%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZxnlr1mKaw/TXQG3C3ZeHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/XfmxHWyf5KQ/s400/slipcover%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581093380950685810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02RaRzpKjc0/TXQG3vUpTFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LUBFVth9bfM/s1600/slipcover%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02RaRzpKjc0/TXQG3vUpTFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/LUBFVth9bfM/s400/slipcover%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581093392884517970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our new living room. =D Amazing what changing couple things (and fixing my little artwork) can do for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were at TJ Maxx wandering around and window shopping (ok, shopping). Blake has had a cold sore on the right corner of his mouth and in the 4 1/2 years of being together, whenever Blake has a cold sore, I have trained myself to kiss the other side of his mouth. But yesterday I got lost in his eyes and kissed the right side of his mouth. Eeek! He had picked it and I literally felt my lips stick to the scabby sore!! I freaked out in a group of strangers and began frantically rubbing my lips. An idea came into my head and I found a little bottle of hand sanitizer in my purse and rubbed that all over my lips. Needless to say we left shortly after the incident. I forgave him though after he kissed away the grossness with the left corner of his mouth. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2838961914414350212?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2838961914414350212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2838961914414350212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2838961914414350212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2838961914414350212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/03/re-doing-bull-pen.html' title='Re-doing the bull pen'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhnTa453Ag/TXQFdw5KbTI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wFK_ZLhamcY/s72-c/IMG_20110306_142353%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2828348829843391744</id><published>2011-02-24T13:42:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:26:58.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a title, so this is it! =D</title><content type='html'>I had to start out this post with a picture of my hubby. Just cuz he's so cute! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCPrgeowM78/TWa20tiZfII/AAAAAAAAAZs/42EgZ2951aI/s1600/2010-09-04%2B13.12.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCPrgeowM78/TWa20tiZfII/AAAAAAAAAZs/42EgZ2951aI/s400/2010-09-04%2B13.12.34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577346205238262914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken when we were in Mississippi I think. I believe that this picture will go down in history. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a project! I know, projects are toootttallly not my thing, haha! But this morning, after a hearty breakfast of a little debbie cupcake and lots of hot fries, I went about painting this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BninMU_7SYg/TWa1dovti3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Og6FHOatyZI/s1600/quatrefoil%2Bcanvas%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BninMU_7SYg/TWa1dovti3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Og6FHOatyZI/s400/quatrefoil%2Bcanvas%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577344709303307122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the stencil I made didn't match up very well on the bottom! I was painting along, thinking about how much I liked the paint strokes and the small imperfections and then my last stencil turned out crazy-wonky. One day I'll sit down and fix it perhaps. Ugh. It'll probably be tomorrow otherwise it will drive me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkdnUy9BGnE/TWa1dzEwAuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/SHJsvZK4QI4/s1600/quatrefoil%2Bcanvas%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkdnUy9BGnE/TWa1dzEwAuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/SHJsvZK4QI4/s400/quatrefoil%2Bcanvas%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577344712075903714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hang it above the futon when it is dry. *Sigh* I am adoring decorating. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been taking a pottery class the last couple weeks. We have two weeks more to go and we are loving it! I am still astounded that we spent 6 hours there Saturday! I love it because it brings out Blake's crafty side. I love to see what he does because he's pretty good at drawing! In high school he would write me notes and they would always have little creative stick-figure doodles all over them that would always make me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pottery Saturday we went to Chilis and I overate. On a salad. Oy. A salad. Then we went to this boutique in bricktown called "On a Whim." So cute! Here is the disclaimer: BLAKE is sometimes responsible for impulse purchases!!! NOT JUST ME!! Although he always blames me afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;We bought a colander because it matches our kitchen. BLAKE'S idea haha! I gladly went along with it though! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_niDvJfDrlY/TWa5OvxCTRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UYXVlUeleJ0/s1600/teaset%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_niDvJfDrlY/TWa5OvxCTRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UYXVlUeleJ0/s400/teaset%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577348851536383250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cutest measuring sets. They have the numbers ...carved...embossed...raised? into them so they won't smear off in the dishwater like our old, cheap ones have done. Perhaps my cooking will improve now that I can figure out the difference between 1/2 cup and 1/3 cup and 1 tsp and 1/4 tsp haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGzXUr9ZkC4/TWa5OUAeCdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xK0QxygP0Ew/s1600/teaset%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGzXUr9ZkC4/TWa5OUAeCdI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xK0QxygP0Ew/s400/teaset%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577348844084922834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTcXouen5Po/TWa5OFoBbsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qH1vbp1awWg/s1600/teaset%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTcXouen5Po/TWa5OFoBbsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qH1vbp1awWg/s400/teaset%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577348840224288450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went around town and got some sewing gear. The scissors are amaz-za-zing!! Ugly creature, yes, but they cut like a dream! The best part? I got stuff for my in-laws CHRISTMAS presents!! I am practically crying with relief because I have about half of Christmas already figured out!! And it's only the end of February!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNkFafFYWaY/TWa6otGlBNI/AAAAAAAAAac/reRf39dRDp0/s1600/teaset%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNkFafFYWaY/TWa6otGlBNI/AAAAAAAAAac/reRf39dRDp0/s400/teaset%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577350397009659090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we found a little antique store. It was so fun to wander around and look at the booths. I was enjoying it until one of the little dogs waddled over to me and sneezed on my bare leg and then walked away. I guess I know how Ginger felt about me wandering around her territory. :/ We found the cutest little gravy boat thingie and some teacups in two separate booths. They are slightly different colors from each other, but look like they were meant to be together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqEqDRm8QJo/TWa6obpzasI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5NZTmA58dY8/s1600/teaset%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqEqDRm8QJo/TWa6obpzasI/AAAAAAAAAaU/5NZTmA58dY8/s400/teaset%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577350392325565122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpLC8-4XpUg/TWa6oFIMRAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CER2Bn62YhM/s1600/teaset%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpLC8-4XpUg/TWa6oFIMRAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/CER2Bn62YhM/s400/teaset%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577350386279007234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Jason's Deli for dinner. =D Heck yes! I may have found my new favorite place to eat! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxC7zX_1Jq8/TWa8QS9tgQI/AAAAAAAAAak/IMeLdO5BYqM/s1600/IMG_20110221_134619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxC7zX_1Jq8/TWa8QS9tgQI/AAAAAAAAAak/IMeLdO5BYqM/s400/IMG_20110221_134619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577352176699539714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a "Vegalatta" with mushrooms and different kinds of olives in it. I am drooling just thinking of it (cupcakes and hot fries fly right through me I guess!) I got a "half-muff" because that is the size. Ahem. After we were driving home, I smelled the delicious sandwich on my fingers and had Blake smell them. He said, "They smell like muff." Oy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We liked Jason's Deli so much that the next day I wanted to go again. It didn't take much convincing Blake to go, so we turned on our gps and saw there was a location 6 miles from home. So we went off to a part of Oklahoma that was, well, seedy. Our gps, Moses, led us astray. Apparently Jason's Deli is located in a subdivison full of druggie-looking houses. When we got there, we saw a bunch of cops and cameras. We guessed some crime had just been committed there, so we zoomed off. After an hour of driving, we ended up back at the location we had eaten at the day before haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's been our week so far. Blake will be home pretty soon, so I must depart! But I will leave you with a grand picture. Of my feet. Heck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgvM9Tpv7ZI/TWa1eE0jlDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XiqUQf6SJ8Y/s1600/quatrefoil%2Bcanvas%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgvM9Tpv7ZI/TWa1eE0jlDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XiqUQf6SJ8Y/s400/quatrefoil%2Bcanvas%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577344716839818290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2828348829843391744?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2828348829843391744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2828348829843391744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2828348829843391744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2828348829843391744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-think-of-title-so-this-is-it-d.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title, so this is it! =D'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCPrgeowM78/TWa20tiZfII/AAAAAAAAAZs/42EgZ2951aI/s72-c/2010-09-04%2B13.12.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1764167543591235465</id><published>2011-02-17T13:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:47:53.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>I just watched Pocahontas so perhaps I'm feeling a bit romantic.  So I had to tell of my hubby's amazing-ness. He got me flowers for Valentines! =D Monday I went out to get the mail around 3:00 (which is when Blake usually calls to say he's coming home. He didn't this time). When I got back, I unlocked the door and came inside, focused on taking my shoes off before I stepped onto the carpet. When I got them off, I saw my laptop had started playing my 90210 that I had left to buffer up. Mehmehmeh. So I sat down on the futon and started messing with my laptop. It was then that a strange man came at me from the hallway!!! I let out a strangled gasp! The burglerizer was Blake! My poor heart though- the house was supposed to be empty! After I calmed down he asked, all insulted, why I had not noticed the big bouquet of flowers sitting on the bar! How I had missed them is beyond me! Too distracted by mud on my shoes I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjuqWxWllmU/TV146it0XDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-Pav8xAGN0w/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjuqWxWllmU/TV146it0XDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-Pav8xAGN0w/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574744860901268530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rti-3WVszno/TV146_2UwpI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fHwsjXDampY/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rti-3WVszno/TV146_2UwpI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fHwsjXDampY/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574744868721574546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ed8G-v6Oxgk/TV147L2gMjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tb9QDjwpcz4/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ed8G-v6Oxgk/TV147L2gMjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tb9QDjwpcz4/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574744871943549490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60ZfnF6tMw8/TV147lNo-LI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hN4q3KCtkUs/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B067color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60ZfnF6tMw8/TV147lNo-LI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hN4q3KCtkUs/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B067color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574744878751479986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0qWo0QsfOA/TV147eSU_sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0RmxuFX1mNM/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0qWo0QsfOA/TV147eSU_sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0RmxuFX1mNM/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574744876892094146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gsusaF2xkCE/TV15lnhNCNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Onp-fsYjAio/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B070color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gsusaF2xkCE/TV15lnhNCNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Onp-fsYjAio/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B070color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745600924911826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BguXFgLpaoo/TV15leGUlVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mEUp6AQuEO4/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BguXFgLpaoo/TV15leGUlVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mEUp6AQuEO4/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574745598396241234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had to document this day! Daisies are my favorite flower and my hunky hubby is so sweet for getting them for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner that night, we pulled out our deep-fryer and poured two liters (!) of oil into it and made Tempura. It was an experience. We tried to clean out some of our veggies that we've been slow to use. So we had some sort of squash, mushrooms, and broccoli. I made a soy-sauce dipping sauce to go with it. It wasn't quite Benja's, but it was pretty tasty. Perhaps we'll try again sometime. And to balance out the salty food, I made cinnamon rolls for dessert and ate 6 of them!! That was too much for my still-sickly stomach to handle! So, when I'm not sick, I will do a Valentines do-over and make Blake a dinner fit for Valentines. Complete with heart-shaped EVERYTHING of course! =D I love you Blake Scott!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1764167543591235465?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1764167543591235465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1764167543591235465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1764167543591235465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1764167543591235465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjuqWxWllmU/TV146it0XDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-Pav8xAGN0w/s72-c/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4301438291249083228</id><published>2011-02-17T12:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:16:01.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day!!</title><content type='html'>Today is a GORGEOUS day!! The weather changes so fast considering last week I was freezing my giblets off and this week I am in shorts and dresses. I have the sliding door open and there is a breeze coming in and I am in bliss. =D&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the weather. I had to share my newest accomplishment. I am so pleased with it! Remember that pine board from my last post? Well I have finished that project. =D I am so very pleased!! I can't stop saying "pleased!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is! Our new baby ottoman! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_avaNVcL2g/TV1t3Bb4lrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1nmdFcbPXFs/s1600/finished%2Bottoman%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_avaNVcL2g/TV1t3Bb4lrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1nmdFcbPXFs/s400/finished%2Bottoman%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574732705800165042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a futon is great because 1- it was free! and 2- It's multi-functional. But it's not very comfortable to sit on. I have to have my legs stretched out. So I have been keeping my eyes open at Goodwill for an ottoman or a coffee table to fix up. Alas, there has never been one that we wanted to adopt. So, since I have been on a decorating-frenzy, I decided to build one! I haven't built anything since I was little and Shane left some scraps of wood from my playhouse. Haha, I have improved in the last 15 years thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite birds discussed whether or not they should live on the new ottoman, but decided they would probably get kicked off by Blake's feet one of these days while he was watching the boob-tube. But they approve of my fabric choice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blznNCuRDd8/TV1t3rLULHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k622N6bmsqI/s1600/finished%2Bottoman%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blznNCuRDd8/TV1t3rLULHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/k622N6bmsqI/s400/finished%2Bottoman%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574732717004958834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to test it out! It's slightly lower than our futon so it's perfect to stretch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxqo9nJ7PJA/TV1t36ftJyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GZcdQMyRUqk/s1600/finished%2Bottoman%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxqo9nJ7PJA/TV1t36ftJyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GZcdQMyRUqk/s400/finished%2Bottoman%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574732721117013794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been finished with it a few days ago, but once I attached the legs onto it, I realized the legs needed to be shorter. So we went back to Lowes (which we frequent more than any other store nowadays!) and searched for some different legs. None were to be found that didn't need  a... thingie... screw-looking-thing... for the top. So, we did the most logical thing. We bought a circular saw. =D Hehe. Oh well, I have wanted one for a while. So Blake sawed them suckers down to ten inches and I repainted them and stuck them on today. Very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it looked with its spindly legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMx4x0jo9hc/TV1vaMmRKnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2xyQ2y2JHDU/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMx4x0jo9hc/TV1vaMmRKnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2xyQ2y2JHDU/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574734409603558002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the innards of the ottoman. As you can see, the concept is very simple. =D I couldn't have done it without its simplicity haha. But I must say, the hardest part was cutting through the padding with my sewing scissors! My hands were barkin' by the time I was done! We bought the padding from Hancock and the other option was foam (like three times more expensive) and I would never have cut through that foam! So I'm glad we found this padding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYpqceX34ic/TV1vaXXZ7JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HegR3KXp4gw/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYpqceX34ic/TV1vaXXZ7JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HegR3KXp4gw/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574734412494007442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiF4H5LQ7Yo/TV1var8_vjI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hg0luOqkPFk/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiF4H5LQ7Yo/TV1var8_vjI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hg0luOqkPFk/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574734418020384306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I must add a picture of our new rug. I am in love with it! The colors of our house (well, the main ones) are black, white, and shades of aqua. So when I saw this chevron rug, I knew it had to come live with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lga-jZXtK8/TV1vbMdBVoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/i_PtacFc0RU/s1600/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lga-jZXtK8/TV1vbMdBVoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/i_PtacFc0RU/s400/ottoman%2Band%2Bflowers%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574734426744641154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what I've been up to! And I must say thanks to Hunky for helping me and being patient while I searched for the perfect fabric!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4301438291249083228?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4301438291249083228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4301438291249083228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4301438291249083228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4301438291249083228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_avaNVcL2g/TV1t3Bb4lrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1nmdFcbPXFs/s72-c/finished%2Bottoman%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4058255883584572274</id><published>2011-02-13T14:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:44:52.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An addition to the family...</title><content type='html'>Blake and I had our first anniversary last weekend. We've been married a year, but been together for like 4 months haha. I love my hubby so much. He makes me laugh every day, even when everything feels crappy. Anyways, we decided it was time Bernini had a sister. I mean, we have been officially married one year and all. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately she still doesn't officially have a name. But she has proved to be a great addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcRmlt8nr3Q/TVg-d4r1OKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5Io9e-a1UHc/s1600/fruitcake%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcRmlt8nr3Q/TVg-d4r1OKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5Io9e-a1UHc/s400/fruitcake%2B066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573273222024345762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZWeBIz_AIU/TVg-dQpjAzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bWABsCTRFU0/s1600/fruitcake%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZWeBIz_AIU/TVg-dQpjAzI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bWABsCTRFU0/s400/fruitcake%2B065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573273211277345586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inspired Blake to make cookies!! He said he has never really made them. They turned out pretty tasty too! They were chomped down too fast to take a picture of, sorry. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUApMTx_nts/TVg-e1RDG8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/CzZQsNF8ECI/s1600/fruitcake%2B102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUApMTx_nts/TVg-e1RDG8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/CzZQsNF8ECI/s400/fruitcake%2B102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573273238286572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqSkM9nxWQw/TVg-eRzVJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BCkT6snD6DQ/s1600/fruitcake%2B101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqSkM9nxWQw/TVg-eRzVJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BCkT6snD6DQ/s400/fruitcake%2B101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573273228766685122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes a good "hooch maid." =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after having lost my other spring scissors somewhere in the move, I found another pair that matches our new kitchenaid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtJmb_IB7Zg/TVhAXHMXbkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5vblirXi_d8/s1600/fruitcake%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtJmb_IB7Zg/TVhAXHMXbkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5vblirXi_d8/s400/fruitcake%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275304683073090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I am working on another project. I am super excited for it to be finished- just waiting for my hot glue gun to get here. Any idea what it is? The picture below is a hint... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIydY6kkXpY/TVhAWmJjhwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/L3VzQughfWc/s1600/fruitcake%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIydY6kkXpY/TVhAWmJjhwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/L3VzQughfWc/s400/fruitcake%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573275295812912898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4058255883584572274?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4058255883584572274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4058255883584572274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4058255883584572274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4058255883584572274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/addition-to-family.html' title='An addition to the family...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WcRmlt8nr3Q/TVg-d4r1OKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5Io9e-a1UHc/s72-c/fruitcake%2B066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1633251407869265820</id><published>2011-02-11T19:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:59:44.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Ends</title><content type='html'>The ultimate redo isn't furniture. It isn't a lamp. It isn't a room. It's... Jocelyn!!&lt;br /&gt;After sitting in a chair for 4 hours and 15 minutes around mid-December, my hair was a great color, but the cut was... pretty much un-cut, haha. The girl I went to today whipped my hair into shape in probably 1/2hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my hair as I was waiting to get it cut. Silly me, I chose a day to get my hair cut when I had woken up and actually straightened my hair. =D So. Much. Hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXSiGdZXuwM/TVXmTfjWPeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/imQzi4YTA2c/s1600/IMG_20110211_133105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXSiGdZXuwM/TVXmTfjWPeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/imQzi4YTA2c/s400/IMG_20110211_133105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572613336502517218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyCte30MAdI/TVXm7pR95NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vYfBI5bi7QQ/s1600/IMG_20110211_141436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyCte30MAdI/TVXm7pR95NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vYfBI5bi7QQ/s400/IMG_20110211_141436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572614026308740306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr7OVxtt7jU/TVXnh8B8O1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7DEOkl6nP8s/s1600/fruitcake%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr7OVxtt7jU/TVXnh8B8O1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7DEOkl6nP8s/s400/fruitcake%2B083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572614684176825170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvW5Ytm306k/TVXm79eh9cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mWKqFioOF10/s1600/IMG_20110211_141429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvW5Ytm306k/TVXm79eh9cI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mWKqFioOF10/s400/IMG_20110211_141429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572614031730144706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIOwgbWGf2g/TVXm8FzF2sI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sq_ApBLYMK8/s1600/fruitcake%2B079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIOwgbWGf2g/TVXm8FzF2sI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sq_ApBLYMK8/s400/fruitcake%2B079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572614033963866818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is so happy because he believes he will be able to put on a shirt and not have to pick 10 long hairs out of the cloth. Little does he know I put them there on purpose! Muahahaha!!!!! Ok, not really. But I am very happy too. Long, crazy-thick hair is nice to look at (when it's done) but a pain to live with. I might cry a little bit when I first wash it, but I'm glad it's cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1633251407869265820?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1633251407869265820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1633251407869265820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1633251407869265820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1633251407869265820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/split-ends.html' title='Split Ends'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FXSiGdZXuwM/TVXmTfjWPeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/imQzi4YTA2c/s72-c/IMG_20110211_133105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-8741076385564424756</id><published>2011-02-04T16:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:03:49.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luigi!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a visitor the other night!! Luigi!! He was so fabulous and funky as always. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyAgJyV5SI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Tsfj8n9wtk4/s1600/Luigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyAgJyV5SI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Tsfj8n9wtk4/s400/Luigi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569968129021699362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it wasn't Luigi, it was Blake. But it was so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finally got my staple gun so I finished my chair!! =D Sooo happy it's done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the before. When we brought it home from Goodwill, Blake wouldn't even let it live in the house until it had been completely bleached and scrubbed and painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyCybpkUvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7wJGdCrBXzE/s1600/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyCybpkUvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7wJGdCrBXzE/s400/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569970642077635314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is after a couple coats of paint and some new fabric. Zebra, of course! This chair is for my future sewing area. Now I've just gotta build my sewing desk and get to sewing!! I am thinking it will be black and white with pops on pink and lime green. Alllright! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBeN5w7yI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yHZtpTHQ5Yk/s1600/miiiiiiisc%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBeN5w7yI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yHZtpTHQ5Yk/s400/miiiiiiisc%2B061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569969195278462754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another project. I saw Pottery Barn's number canvas and thought it was pretty groovy. So I made my own with numbers that are significant to Blake and me. My hand was a little shaky with my sponge brush and the numbers, but it looks rather nice when you stand back a little. (Heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBe7CG-9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/JCnLhDcVxJk/s1600/miiiiiiisc%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBe7CG-9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/JCnLhDcVxJk/s400/miiiiiiisc%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569969207393057746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Blake got home I enlisted his help to hang it in our bedroom. It's not quite living-room quality haha. Now we've just gotta find something to hang beside it so it's not so lonely. And, yes, it really is level even though it looks crooked haha, we double-checked it with the level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBedjRz1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/BmV_tNoAAYk/s1600/miiiiiiisc%2B073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBedjRz1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/BmV_tNoAAYk/s400/miiiiiiisc%2B073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569969199479115602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBfGPROkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/L-GGCkrhz88/s1600/miiiiiiisc%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyBfGPROkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/L-GGCkrhz88/s400/miiiiiiisc%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569969210401045058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doink!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-8741076385564424756?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8741076385564424756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=8741076385564424756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8741076385564424756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/8741076385564424756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/luigi.html' title='Luigi!!!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUyAgJyV5SI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Tsfj8n9wtk4/s72-c/Luigi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1635940431126855600</id><published>2011-02-03T16:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:20:38.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Explorin'</title><content type='html'>The first week we were here we went and explored so many places! In the weeks that followed... not so much. Lately it is mostly because we have been cooped up because of the snow. Today we finally braved the roads and went and picked up my package and got some groceries and a few misc items we needed from Ace. I was worried about getting out of the parking lot as I had spent about an hour watching a guy in a BMW try to get out of his parking spot as he got stuck after he moving his car two feet. But Blake did so good driving in the snow and ice. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cloudy today and I am hoping it doesn't snow again! But it has been nice having Blake home with me all week! =D Although he is still such a snot! Every time we pass the pool he steps on the ice. I guess he is just thrilled to be on top of a frozen pool. But last night he went out by himself to get the mail. 10 minutes pass. No Blake. 20 minutes pass. No Blake. 30 minutes pass. No Blake! I was so sure that the stinker had stepped on the ice and had fallen through and had drowned underneath the sheet of ice. Turns out he had just stopped at the car and had shifted snow around and let the car warm up. Oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some pics from our first week and such. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuNI-OI8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/vhjXrMlRpXI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuNI-OI8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/vhjXrMlRpXI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569596167455384514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to put this in here. It's from the day before our move and somehow he managed to nap on the pullout sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuMl7RoyI/AAAAAAAAATw/bit_hZ-XmGo/s1600/CIMG2688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuMl7RoyI/AAAAAAAAATw/bit_hZ-XmGo/s400/CIMG2688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569596158047789858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas we both got trapper beanies. I just love Blake in his ninja-turtles beanie! The red braids make him look a bit like Pippi Longstockings or like a Brun Helga! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuMTnGbOI/AAAAAAAAATo/NPdUwDTSFlY/s1600/CIMG2697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuMTnGbOI/AAAAAAAAATo/NPdUwDTSFlY/s400/CIMG2697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569596153131330786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is just us outside our apartment, happy we were mostly moved in by the time this picture was taken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuMGtPVvI/AAAAAAAAATg/yjSwThxPfVU/s1600/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuMGtPVvI/AAAAAAAAATg/yjSwThxPfVU/s400/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569596149667419890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture. Blake plops on the bed when he is waiting for me to entertain him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvjCN1YTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ogVojjYXN1k/s1600/CIMG2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvjCN1YTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ogVojjYXN1k/s400/CIMG2700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569597643110572338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvivMs07I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BPkqjl4apAY/s1600/CIMG2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvivMs07I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BPkqjl4apAY/s400/CIMG2699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569597638005543858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuNcKos6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/UD4602hImtA/s1600/CIMG2698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuNcKos6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/UD4602hImtA/s400/CIMG2698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569596172607730594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes Blake gives me crusties when I make him pose for a photo, hehe. But what a beautiful peakcock he makes!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswO87FlSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-oZ6ZJITAa8/s1600/CIMG2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswO87FlSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-oZ6ZJITAa8/s400/CIMG2715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598397604009250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just a wall that I thought was so groovy downtown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswOsDUGLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/D3VQGf04Jt4/s1600/CIMG2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswOsDUGLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/D3VQGf04Jt4/s400/CIMG2713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598393075112114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is us. Being beautiful as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswOAeZc3I/AAAAAAAAAU4/gf7VKkktSIs/s1600/CIMG2711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswOAeZc3I/AAAAAAAAAU4/gf7VKkktSIs/s400/CIMG2711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598381377549170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvj_I4I-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/uUg-TbDpLjo/s1600/CIMG2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvj_I4I-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/uUg-TbDpLjo/s400/CIMG2706.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569597659464344546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the memorial for the OKC bombings. We just wandered around outside where the building had stood. It was a verrry cold day so we were ready to go home, so we didn't see the inside museum. Another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvjbs2A6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/wDdFSXV4fes/s1600/CIMG2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsvjbs2A6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/wDdFSXV4fes/s400/CIMG2703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569597649951523746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswN0o1HTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/587EX3-OY5o/s1600/CIMG2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswN0o1HTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/587EX3-OY5o/s400/CIMG2708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598378200079666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswNVeQCzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1AJU_OBC6MI/s1600/CIMG2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUswNVeQCzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1AJU_OBC6MI/s400/CIMG2709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598369834208050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chairs represent each person who was killed. The little ones smattered throughout the big chairs represent the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so anxious to explore when it is summer and everything is green! Right now everything is brown and white. It will be a huge change when summer comes and grass and trees turn green again! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1635940431126855600?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1635940431126855600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1635940431126855600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1635940431126855600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1635940431126855600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/explorin.html' title='Explorin&apos;'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUsuNI-OI8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/vhjXrMlRpXI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-6337205848298573515</id><published>2011-02-02T11:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:13:34.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day :)</title><content type='html'>Today is another day where we are cooped up in our little apartment. Blake got another day off because it it impossible for anyone to get out of their driveways pretty much. People tried yesterday to pull out of their parking spaces and ended up getting stranded in the middle of the road. Me and Hubby went on a walk around our little community and saw several cars that had gotten stuck in the middle of the road. The problem here is that it rained first and the rain froze over and then it snowed on top of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbCoPX4KI/AAAAAAAAATY/p740Scv246g/s1600/CIMG2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbCoPX4KI/AAAAAAAAATY/p740Scv246g/s400/CIMG2721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152883684270242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Blake looks like he's in pain in every one of these pictures while I look like I'm a kid in a candy-store. He's just a squinty guy when there's a teeny bit of light in his eyes, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbBH_zSkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8fq_eVmTlKU/s1600/CIMG2729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbBH_zSkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8fq_eVmTlKU/s400/CIMG2729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152857849154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbAfl6I5I/AAAAAAAAATI/VyU8KTgijjg/s1600/CIMG2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbAfl6I5I/AAAAAAAAATI/VyU8KTgijjg/s400/CIMG2734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152847003132818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of our playdate outside, my jeans were literally frozen solid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmaiamA_cI/AAAAAAAAATA/lU9UY26z-54/s1600/CIMG2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmaiamA_cI/AAAAAAAAATA/lU9UY26z-54/s400/CIMG2732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152330265329090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmaiMYXrYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LtyVVwrSbmw/s1600/CIMG2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmaiMYXrYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LtyVVwrSbmw/s400/CIMG2728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152326449999234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmah3web2I/AAAAAAAAASw/DZxBo7S328Q/s1600/CIMG2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmah3web2I/AAAAAAAAASw/DZxBo7S328Q/s400/CIMG2723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152320913960802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmahSPitJI/AAAAAAAAASo/eEkQry_6KtQ/s1600/CIMG2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmahSPitJI/AAAAAAAAASo/eEkQry_6KtQ/s400/CIMG2720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152310843716754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmahCxesbI/AAAAAAAAASg/6HDRNbo9iGQ/s1600/CIMG2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmahCxesbI/AAAAAAAAASg/6HDRNbo9iGQ/s400/CIMG2718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569152306691092914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was get the snow off our poor car. We couldn't just leave our baby sitting out there under so much snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bundled up as much as two Southern Utah kids could. Me: leggings, jeans, knee-high socks, fuzzy socks, boots, tank top, long-sleeve undershirt, hoodie, coat, scarf, trapper beanie, and coat. Blake: wool socks, combat boots, overalls, hoodie, beanie, and a coat. I also had some fingerless gloves made out of knit material that turn into mittens, leaving my thumbs exposed. Blake had big ol' snowboarding gloves. After being out in the cold for less than 5 minutes, my thumbs were killing. So Blake insisted I wear his and he wore my cute fingerless gloves. What a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tons of fun playing in the snow. We took turns pushing each other down as hard as we could back into the snow. Getting frustrations at each other out, haha. ;) Defiling the perfect snow was great! By the time we went inside we were pretty much frozen solid and it took probably an hour and a half to defrost! It's a good thing newlyweds create their own heat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-6337205848298573515?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6337205848298573515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=6337205848298573515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6337205848298573515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/6337205848298573515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day :)'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUmbCoPX4KI/AAAAAAAAATY/p740Scv246g/s72-c/CIMG2721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4556385545237481748</id><published>2011-02-01T11:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:14:25.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr!!</title><content type='html'>Friday and Saturday were the most beautiful of days this last weekend. Ideal even. The sun was shining, the temperature was in the low 70's, and there was just the slightest of breezes to ruffle Blake's buzzcut. But today, just a couple days after that perfect weather, pretty much the entire state of Oklahoma is shut down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhIwntFUoI/AAAAAAAAASI/6Y3VcUwH_E0/s1600/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhIwntFUoI/AAAAAAAAASI/6Y3VcUwH_E0/s400/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568780939372614274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy out there! This picture is a bad representation of the snow and ice and wind that is plaguing our little state. It is so bad that Blake didn't have to go into work today. The news people say to only drive around for vital reasons. ... Getting my package from the post office is vital...right??? I saw a guy walking around the parking lot this morning and the snow goes up past his ankles. Me, never experiencing this kind of snow, is totally perplexed!! ...Am totally perplexed?... Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been popping over to Goodwill as often as I can drag Blake with me. I think I gave him my germ-a-phobe-ness. He's even worse at touching things at Goodwill than me! We ended up getting a lamp the other day to add some light into our dark living area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhKuBJyGWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yj2f2nLb3tY/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhKuBJyGWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yj2f2nLb3tY/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568783093687523682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun dun dun dunnnn! After some white spraypaint and a new lampshade =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhKuXWvH6I/AAAAAAAAASY/AE3O53M0QeU/s1600/snow%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhKuXWvH6I/AAAAAAAAASY/AE3O53M0QeU/s400/snow%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568783099647434658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with white. Black too, but mostly white. The birds and the picture frame are from a little shopping trip to my new favorite store, Hobby Lobby! Yay for sales! And that little end table was a redo from when Blake was at tech school (and couldn't object to me mod-podging the glass with a floral pattern). I am dying to get to the post office to pick up my staple-gun to finish another black-and-white household project. It's driving me nuts!! So cross your fingers that this snow clears up fast or I might lose it completely haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4556385545237481748?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4556385545237481748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4556385545237481748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4556385545237481748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4556385545237481748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/02/brrr.html' title='Brrr!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUhIwntFUoI/AAAAAAAAASI/6Y3VcUwH_E0/s72-c/IMG_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-2293570346084136678</id><published>2011-01-28T16:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:35:46.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby!!</title><content type='html'>I was going through my pictures on my hard drive and I ran across these that I had scanned so long ago of me and Blake when we were but wee chitlens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNBbQx8QII/AAAAAAAAARY/AbcilrHIxhY/s1600/1st%2Bgrade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNBbQx8QII/AAAAAAAAARY/AbcilrHIxhY/s400/1st%2Bgrade.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567365500976775298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNBa5HkaJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/f2VWIdNtEjk/s1600/Me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNBa5HkaJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/f2VWIdNtEjk/s400/Me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567365494625036434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing these two were from when we were both at LaVerkin Elementary. Blake was a total camera-ham even then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCfHuoAjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WVtAPah4TjA/s1600/Baby%2Bme.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCfHuoAjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WVtAPah4TjA/s400/Baby%2Bme.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567366666778051122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCd7OgdRI/AAAAAAAAARg/Y5AHsP6s0DE/s1600/Baby%2BBlake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCd7OgdRI/AAAAAAAAARg/Y5AHsP6s0DE/s400/Baby%2BBlake.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567366646242243858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought that big ol' butterball could turn into Blake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCeCL3rgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Vj3ZflQFmaQ/s1600/Shades.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCeCL3rgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Vj3ZflQFmaQ/s400/Shades.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567366648110231042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCeSzmYiI/AAAAAAAAARw/kA9wetFmCzY/s1600/Cake%2Bmix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNCeSzmYiI/AAAAAAAAARw/kA9wetFmCzY/s400/Cake%2Bmix.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567366652571836962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to add the cake-batter one because it's just fabulous! Plus it was probably the only time in my childhood when I was able to sneak some batter from Mumsy! =D Oh how I wish I could find an adult-sized red dress like the one I was wearing! &lt;br /&gt;And one last pic because I look cute in it and it's amazing to see what the kitchen used to look like! Haha! It was pretty darn cute for being built in the 70's era! Good job Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNEFOjM0BI/AAAAAAAAASA/8kXDgM4Jw7o/s1600/Dishes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNEFOjM0BI/AAAAAAAAASA/8kXDgM4Jw7o/s400/Dishes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567368420955836434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-2293570346084136678?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2293570346084136678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=2293570346084136678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2293570346084136678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/2293570346084136678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUNBbQx8QII/AAAAAAAAARY/AbcilrHIxhY/s72-c/1st%2Bgrade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-1125803425626979703</id><published>2011-01-26T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:05:49.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tasty!!</title><content type='html'>My new thing is cooking. And I have been cooking up a storm! Blake has enjoyed this new hobby and sometimes he curses the day I picked up a cookbook. It seems that most recipes are new to me, even basic recipes like stir-fry. But the concept of making a good loaf of bread still eludes me! Below is the best loaf of bread I have made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBR32oIyuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ClcYwzVdss8/s1600/2%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBR32oIyuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ClcYwzVdss8/s400/2%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566539159428451042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly charred on the outside, but at least it is not flat as a pancake like all the other loaves I have tried to make. Anyways, one thing I can make is pizza dough, so I made Olive Garden's Caprese Flatbread. Oh yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBSubAI07I/AAAAAAAAARI/MmTQtgAVsU8/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBSubAI07I/AAAAAAAAARI/MmTQtgAVsU8/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566540096905728946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBSuHBvQaI/AAAAAAAAARA/Qjr1fILAm68/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBSuHBvQaI/AAAAAAAAARA/Qjr1fILAm68/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566540091543732642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was astounded that it could be so tasty. So I am posting the recipe to share the love with my family. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRESE FLATBREAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Roma or plum tomatoes, diced&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;10 medium fresh basil leaves, stemmed and shopped (about 1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;7 tbsp extra virgin olive oil, divided&lt;br /&gt;11 oz container of refrigerated thin crust pizza dough&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350°F&lt;br /&gt;Dice tomatoes into small pieces and transfer to a mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Add chopped garlic, salt, pepper, 1/2 of the chopped basil (about 1/4 cup), and 4 Tbsp of extra virgin olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;Set aside and allow the mixture to marinate for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Flatten pizza dough into a rectangle pan as indicated on the package, making sure you take the dough to the edge of the pan.&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle the dough with extra virgin olive oil and brush it over the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Bake the dough in the oven at 350°F for 10 minutes on center rack.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from the oven and allow to cool slightly, about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the garlic clove in half and rub, cut side down, on to the surface of the bread. The warmth of the bread will help extract the garlic flavor.&lt;br /&gt;Allow the bread to cool completely, about 10 additional minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Increase the oven temperature to 450°F.&lt;br /&gt;Combine mayonnaise and garlic powder in a mixing bowl. Evenly spread onto the surface of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;Top with shredded mozzarella to evenly cover the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Drain the Caprese mixture, as the salt will have extracted water from the tomatoes, and spread it evenly over the bread.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with grated Parmesan cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Return to the oven for 5-7 more minutes until golden, crisp and bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;Garnish with the remaining chopped basil&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate as much as I could, but I had been nibbling on the ingredients as I cooked, so I wasn't as hungry as I should have been for such a meal. So I put the leftovers in the refrigerator for the next day. Horrible! Tasted like bovine gases in my mouth! This is not a leftover food! But when it is fresh, it is soo tasty! Uh oh, just got a text from The Blake saying he is coming home for lunch. Whatever shall I prepare? Muahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-1125803425626979703?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1125803425626979703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=1125803425626979703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1125803425626979703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/1125803425626979703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/01/tasty-tasty.html' title='Tasty Tasty!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TUBR32oIyuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ClcYwzVdss8/s72-c/2%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-334308374383417901</id><published>2011-01-13T12:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:40:26.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boytoy Spoils Me :)</title><content type='html'>It was just another windy day in Oklahoma. Blake and I were hanging out--chillin' if you will, when Mom convinced us it was time to add a third to our new home. So we went downtown and adopted a Bernina 350 Patchwork Edition. It was love at first stitch. We named her Bernini because that's what Blake kept calling the brand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9AXtfxUkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ntgDA2wdrug/s1600/Bernina_Sewing_Machine_B350_PE_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9AXtfxUkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ntgDA2wdrug/s400/Bernina_Sewing_Machine_B350_PE_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561734840919872066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernini's even has a place at the table. She is allowed there because there is no place in our apartment to call her very own. I have finished a blue dress that has needed hemming for, well, forever. Blake was my mannequin so I could pin the dress. He looked so beautiful standing on the chair in the dark blue sleeveless dress. A vision. He said I could blog about him being my mannequin, but I couldn't take any pictures. Drat!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sewed some patches onto a boring black apron. I left the edges raw and threw it in the wash so the patches have the ratty edges I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9B1gA0WnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vpEJtptr-EM/s1600/Outfits%2B073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9B1gA0WnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vpEJtptr-EM/s400/Outfits%2B073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561736452208089714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sewed drapes for our bedroom. I thought I would just whip up the drapes in an hour or so, but it's amazing how much work they actually are for just being a bunch of straight lines to sew! Last night was the first night we slept with drapes on all our windows and it was nice. It keeps our room warmer too I think. But, if you look behind the drapes in the morning, there is still this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9DfPVkoPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A7-KkPztojA/s1600/Outfits%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9DfPVkoPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A7-KkPztojA/s400/Outfits%2B036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561738268797870322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9DelNBxrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/d2yoVJ4kViE/s1600/Outfits%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9DelNBxrI/AAAAAAAAAPg/d2yoVJ4kViE/s400/Outfits%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561738257487742642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9DeTj5lLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zTbJ6GTaVX0/s1600/Outfits%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9DeTj5lLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zTbJ6GTaVX0/s400/Outfits%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561738252751836338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that's common in Ok! Sooo weird! I couldn't believe that there was ice on the inside of the window when it hadn't rained or snowed. So much different than S. Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few days ago we decided to go window shopping at the Penn Square mall. It was a dream! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9Ek-P1nCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V6HHZ9mZaJk/s1600/Outfits%2B070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9Ek-P1nCI/AAAAAAAAAQA/V6HHZ9mZaJk/s400/Outfits%2B070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561739466801257506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9Ej65I5vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0yw86BXYkHA/s1600/Outfits%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9Ej65I5vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0yw86BXYkHA/s400/Outfits%2B066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561739448720877298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9EjggFrvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1Xh4noCy0NI/s1600/Outfits%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9EjggFrvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1Xh4noCy0NI/s400/Outfits%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561739441636486898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, those are what came from our "window shopping." =D The polka-dot dress was actually a Christmas present that had finally arrived in the mail as we were leaving though. I love the dresses so much that I have worn them even though it suddenly turned blistery cold! I guess beauty truly is painful! =D Blake got an awesome "Day to Remember" tshirt from Hot Topic so he was happy too! He is such a sweetheart and held my purse patiently while I went and tried things on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have my new dresses to bandage the wound left from my lack of big-brother Adam. Food just doesn't taste the same without the sound of, "Toodles!" echoing in my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-334308374383417901?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/334308374383417901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=334308374383417901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/334308374383417901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/334308374383417901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-boytoy-spoils-me.html' title='My Boytoy Spoils Me :)'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TS9AXtfxUkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ntgDA2wdrug/s72-c/Bernina_Sewing_Machine_B350_PE_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4365594232591013787</id><published>2011-01-11T17:03:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:58:06.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From our honeymoon-cottage to our new love-nest!</title><content type='html'>So far we LOVE our one-bedroom apartment in Midwest City!! =D The first night I felt comfortable enough to walk around without shoes OR socks, and that's something! =D We live on the third floor, which is fabulous now that we are all settled in! Moving in, though, was another story for another post. &gt;.&lt; Legacy Corner is a gated community with a gym (no more excuses), pool, hot-tub (alright!) and a little putting green. It seems a bit like a hotel at times actually, but we loves it! Anyways, here are a bunch of pics of our love-nest. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHz10KQI/AAAAAAAAANI/nHZWpyX_v_g/s1600/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHz10KQI/AAAAAAAAANI/nHZWpyX_v_g/s400/IMG_0226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069363210234114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHkwvNTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DXV5kTGmeHY/s1600/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHkwvNTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DXV5kTGmeHY/s400/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069359162406194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHfnXm9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/P7aaAWZ98DE/s1600/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHfnXm9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/P7aaAWZ98DE/s400/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069357780933586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHIA1-bI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2pI8xHRgHeI/s1600/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHIA1-bI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2pI8xHRgHeI/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561069351445330354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics of our living room/dining room. It was getting dark as we were taking these pics and there is only one light in that part of the house (besides the kitchen's) and it is over the dining room table. That part pretty much sucks, but we can crack the blinds on the patio during the day and we don't need anything other than the natural light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzkmJYyaVI/AAAAAAAAANY/GkEmRdUP1Po/s1600/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzkmJYyaVI/AAAAAAAAANY/GkEmRdUP1Po/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561070983901768018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzkl9i-bII/AAAAAAAAANQ/nNXrKASCWoE/s1600/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzkl9i-bII/AAAAAAAAANQ/nNXrKASCWoE/s400/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561070980723272834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bathroom. I know. Soo exciting.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! If you follow the door inside the bathroom you get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!!! =D My very own (well, sort-of) *hallelujah chorus* Walk-in closet!!! It is a dream! The picture doesn't do it justice, but I could spend forever in there if it didn't have a florescent bulb in the light. =D Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzk9-XQG-I/AAAAAAAAANg/X5L9VLuseSg/s1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzk9-XQG-I/AAAAAAAAANg/X5L9VLuseSg/s400/IMG_0170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561071393259396066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* It's a good thing Blake took the closet pictures or else I would have filled the whole post with the closet's different angles. Lets just say, I am in love. And not just with my very handsome hubby. But he allows this love-affair, thank goodness. As Angel Batista says, you can flirt with others as long as you bring home "la passion." Haha. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzm2VWlFBI/AAAAAAAAANo/v1AE_SniRM4/s1600/Outfits%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzm2VWlFBI/AAAAAAAAANo/v1AE_SniRM4/s400/Outfits%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561073461014893586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallway closet doorknob is where my Hello Kitty fantasmic purse resides very happily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zen da bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznvthTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yNWvRCFQbYo/s1600/Outfits%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznvthTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yNWvRCFQbYo/s400/Outfits%2B051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561074446754850754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take pictures of the bedroom before I finished the drapes because, once again, there is bad lighting in the bedroom. I covered one window with a panel, but the big window is gonna have to wait a bit more because I underestimated how much of a headache it is to heft that much fabric around a sewing machine and line everything up properly. Maybe tonight I will finish them. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznvXSP6RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0fSw-Zqoyr4/s1600/Outfits%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznvXSP6RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0fSw-Zqoyr4/s400/Outfits%2B047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561074440786143506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznvN1USMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/K3ftroF6dic/s1600/Outfits%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznvN1USMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/K3ftroF6dic/s400/Outfits%2B046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561074438248876226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznu35oFoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JCuCO7KL1MA/s1600/Outfits%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznu35oFoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JCuCO7KL1MA/s400/Outfits%2B043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561074432361371266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznuu8hNqI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vk2mVaWHq_s/s1600/Outfits%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSznuu8hNqI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vk2mVaWHq_s/s400/Outfits%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561074429957584546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzoQugKG0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/DqpAXnVeIWY/s1600/Outfits%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzoQugKG0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/DqpAXnVeIWY/s400/Outfits%2B044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561075013954181954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Simba came along for the adventure-the only one of my stuffed animals special enough to go. At almost-22, I'm still very much attached to Simba. My oldest brother gave him to me when I was little, and even though he doesn't squeak anymore he is still my faithful companion. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzoQVYbPuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yL5oXkrMbgQ/s1600/Outfits%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzoQVYbPuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yL5oXkrMbgQ/s400/Outfits%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561075007210864354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to post a pic of just our bed to illustrate the magnitude of how completely, insanely scarring it was to get that thing up to the third floor. Poor Blake had a hand in getting all the pieces up the stairs. Poor guy. Thank goodness for an amazing neighbor or else random pieces of the bed would still be in the moving truck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzpfDQ7W4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YuxW0x_EWO4/s1600/Outfits%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzpfDQ7W4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YuxW0x_EWO4/s400/Outfits%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561076359557241730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my nightstand. I just love how cheery it looks at certain times of the day when the sunlight from the window hits it. The little teacup is one my mumsy gave me and I put my wedding ring in it every night. I totally adore it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzperkdc0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/9APLzPVQVPM/s1600/Outfits%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzperkdc0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/9APLzPVQVPM/s400/Outfits%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561076353196716866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzpfXKFkGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndP8v9A_J9Q/s1600/Outfits%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzpfXKFkGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndP8v9A_J9Q/s400/Outfits%2B040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561076364897259618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the most evil stairs I have ever run into. And I've run into a lot of stairs in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzqr-YboSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4vgSeKHtCWM/s1600/Outfits%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzqr-YboSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4vgSeKHtCWM/s400/Outfits%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561077681096466722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, the view from our bedroom window. Pretty fabulous at night when all the city lights come on. We are in the perfect spot. Seriously. We couldn't have imagined a better place to live. It's five minutes from base, 15-20 minutes from downtown Oklahoma City, and down our street is a TON of places to eat and shop. And we have shopped! We had to buy a new computer desk as, when we were unloading the old one, the leg just crumpled in. It was a 20$ desk from WalMart, but still! *Mutter mutter* And we bought a TV stand for the bedroom which is sooo close to matching our other bedroom furniture! =D And we bought a filing cabinet that we use as another TV stand in the living room. Ooh, and my favorite purchase-- a Bernina 350 Patchwork Edition sewing machine!! It is so special it will get it's own post. Needless to say, I adore it! I guess me, Blake, and the walk-in closet will add another to our love-triangle. It is now a love-square. Sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pictured is our dishwasher (whooohooo!!) and laundry room (well, closet). Whenever we move again I just want to take the entire apartment and transport it. That would be perfect! =D We are both relieved that everything is turning out well. We are very happy in our new place and so far we aren't sick of each other!! =D Hehe, not that I could ever get sick of Blake!! Speaking of which, I must go feed that hungry man. He informed me that all he has eaten today was two cupcakes (without frosting) and two string cheeses. Oy. Vey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4365594232591013787?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4365594232591013787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4365594232591013787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4365594232591013787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4365594232591013787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-our-honeymoon-cottage-to-our-new.html' title='From our honeymoon-cottage to our new love-nest!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSzjHz10KQI/AAAAAAAAANI/nHZWpyX_v_g/s72-c/IMG_0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-7584974560985260106</id><published>2011-01-10T19:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:19:01.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautimus!</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Eve, the lovely and talented Ora took some 1-year photos of me and the Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu8dY52_BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/avqrmG9XYvY/s1600/IMG_5570-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu8dY52_BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/avqrmG9XYvY/s400/IMG_5570-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560745378006367250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu8c7XXecI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/h9aJavoCKds/s1600/IMG_5556-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu8c7XXecI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/h9aJavoCKds/s400/IMG_5556-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560745370077067714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu9RKsq3pI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SVICDb9YvkQ/s1600/IMG_5586-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu9RKsq3pI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SVICDb9YvkQ/s400/IMG_5586-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560746267546148498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu9Qu-f5RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mGZB6I-unXI/s1600/IMG_5580-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu9Qu-f5RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mGZB6I-unXI/s400/IMG_5580-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560746260104733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loves them!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-7584974560985260106?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7584974560985260106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=7584974560985260106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7584974560985260106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/7584974560985260106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautimus.html' title='Beautimus!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TSu8dY52_BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/avqrmG9XYvY/s72-c/IMG_5570-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4341088947671715134</id><published>2010-12-03T15:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:29:06.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another...</title><content type='html'>So we (meaning me, but Blake concurs) have narrowed our apartment search down to two. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.apartmentfinder.com/Oklahoma/Oklahoma-City-Apartments/Breighton-Apartments&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;http://www.apartmentfinder.com/Oklahoma/Midwest-City-Apartments/Legacy-Corner-Apartments&lt;br /&gt;We are both dying for the second one!! It's really close to Tinker AFB and it doesn't allow pets and it just looks soo nice!! We will be arriving in Oklahoma and be temporarily homeless as we go to see these apartments. Keep your fingers crossed we'll get into Legacy. We are very excited to embark on the next chapter of our life, but I know I'm gonna miss everybody in Utah!! Blake seems used to the idea of being far away from family because he has been away for 8 months, but I have never lived farther than 1/2 hour away! Oy vey! I will miss my insane family, haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlegJ2DhPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XywNJgjwUfM/s1600/IMG_0038lomo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlegJ2DhPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XywNJgjwUfM/s320/IMG_0038lomo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546568322574943474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlefkfQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EEguPVZ7tfY/s1600/IMG_0019lomo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlefkfQ_qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EEguPVZ7tfY/s320/IMG_0019lomo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546568312547245730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlefLF_x9I/AAAAAAAAALs/uPQDSyUGTiM/s1600/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlefLF_x9I/AAAAAAAAALs/uPQDSyUGTiM/s320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546568305730373586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPleegR21oI/AAAAAAAAALk/s8o3Zj--8iQ/s1600/IMG_0016lomo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPleegR21oI/AAAAAAAAALk/s8o3Zj--8iQ/s320/IMG_0016lomo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546568294237394562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird taking pictures of these three without me popping into the pictures with them! I guess their little clan is pretty exclusive or something. Pshaw! I guess my association with Blake makes me not quite cool enough anymore haha! &lt;br /&gt;6 Days!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-4341088947671715134?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4341088947671715134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=4341088947671715134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4341088947671715134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/4341088947671715134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-another.html' title='And Another...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlegJ2DhPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XywNJgjwUfM/s72-c/IMG_0038lomo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-842203107490475806</id><published>2010-12-03T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:03:05.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Week...</title><content type='html'>So starts the longest week of Blake's 8 months of being away from me! He flies into Vegas next Friday at 5:50!! Oh my goodness I am ridiculously excited!! =D It's so weird to think that, yes, I am married. CrAzY!! Next Friday I am going to get my hair done at 1:00 and will probably arrive at the airport way too early, haha. &lt;br /&gt;I took some family pictures these last couple weeks and enjoyed it! Today I get to wrangle my oldest brother to sit still for photos haha! &lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorite photos from Damon and Sabra's family photos. Heck, I liked them all! The boys are very well trained in picture-taking. They would run around the area and when they were called to get their picture taken, they would smile and hold still, but the second they were done with their photos, they would zoom off again! =D Damon and Sabra were very well behaved and sat still every time it was their turn! If I had lollipops, they definitely would have earned one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPla1TMOH7I/AAAAAAAAALc/SMg-x0UK6Go/s1600/IMG_4710colorized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPla1TMOH7I/AAAAAAAAALc/SMg-x0UK6Go/s320/IMG_4710colorized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546564287814574002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYUCVk4gI/AAAAAAAAALU/qUsH5N4H3dY/s1600/IMG_4758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYUCVk4gI/AAAAAAAAALU/qUsH5N4H3dY/s320/IMG_4758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546561517331472898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYThZuIGI/AAAAAAAAALM/uy3v7-J-Na4/s1600/IMG_4751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYThZuIGI/AAAAAAAAALM/uy3v7-J-Na4/s320/IMG_4751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546561508490485858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYTBM2KrI/AAAAAAAAALE/n3sVkFy5VmQ/s1600/IMG_4740colorize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYTBM2KrI/AAAAAAAAALE/n3sVkFy5VmQ/s320/IMG_4740colorize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546561499846552242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYSQAR4EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4Zv6qeSaHHo/s1600/IMG_4728colorize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYSQAR4EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4Zv6qeSaHHo/s320/IMG_4728colorize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546561486640504898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYR9QsY4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/1umDH4buhfI/s1600/IMG_4698colorized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPlYR9QsY4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/1umDH4buhfI/s320/IMG_4698colorized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546561481609077634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-842203107490475806?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/842203107490475806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=842203107490475806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/842203107490475806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/842203107490475806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2010/12/longest-week.html' title='The Longest Week...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TPla1TMOH7I/AAAAAAAAALc/SMg-x0UK6Go/s72-c/IMG_4710colorized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-5132755959191305324</id><published>2010-10-04T01:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:30:38.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So me, the parentals, and Brayd just got back from visiting Robin's fam in Wyoming. I got to take some pictures of them while I was there and I just got done editing them all nice! =D So here are a few of my favorites =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzzTCtQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/mnyJFRcUE6E/s1600/IMG_46512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzzTCtQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/mnyJFRcUE6E/s320/IMG_46512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524073743068775314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzy3D8nXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/B7zLtY2nwmU/s1600/IMG_4629best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzy3D8nXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/B7zLtY2nwmU/s320/IMG_4629best.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524073735557782898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzyuJJPzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jFCKgAmQcg0/s1600/IMG_4600+co2py.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzyuJJPzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jFCKgAmQcg0/s320/IMG_4600+co2py.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524073733163663154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzyeL9aQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/v_aRakqrdks/s1600/IMG_4571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzyeL9aQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/v_aRakqrdks/s320/IMG_4571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524073728880503042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzx6ZBQoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gsYGiEu8yHE/s1600/FamilyBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzx6ZBQoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gsYGiEu8yHE/s320/FamilyBW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524073719271604866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKl0QANMIDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1PkRxqs7woY/s1600/IMG_463824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKl0QANMIDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1PkRxqs7woY/s320/IMG_463824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524074236228673586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528309-5132755959191305324?l=jocegubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5132755959191305324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8528309&amp;postID=5132755959191305324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5132755959191305324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528309/posts/default/5132755959191305324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocegubz.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-me-parentals-and-brayd-just-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934672397245083030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TBxlPfbg8iI/AAAAAAAAACo/c4B0aklZFmQ/S220/31758_397355834421_661809421_4384495_3515662_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TKlzzTCtQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/mnyJFRcUE6E/s72-c/IMG_46512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528309.post-4029426941806131007</id><published>2010-09-09T21:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:32:05.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the adrenalin? I am!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just another day. Until I went rapelling with my dad and Braydon! =D It was super fun! We went down by the Virgin cracks (yes, that still makes me chuckle at the name) in Dad's Dodge truck. There are some hooks that have been drilled into the rock for years for rappelling already there. I even rappelled down using those hooks my first time walking off a cliff. But I was nervous the whole time that time about the hooks coming out of the ground. So this time we hooked our ropes up the the back of the truck. It was this added trust that the rope would not suddenly break or come out, leaving me to fall to my probable death that helped me lean over the edge of the cliff. ANYWAYS, first things first: Dad's Kamikaze-style stunt! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImfjzxgQaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w8AfJ9F3ZTc/s1600/CIMG2671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImfjzxgQaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/w8AfJ9F3ZTc/s320/CIMG2671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515114656233963938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no diapers that would fit Dad's girth and all of the cellphone holders, keys, knife-holders, and whatnot attached to his belt, so he had to use a length of strap to fashion himself a Dad-style diaper. Good idea right? He said it was the first thing he used as a diaper when he pioneered rappelling in Southern Utah. (FYI: This is not a diaper to poop in, it is a device to hold your weight to the figure-eight. However, it is still badly named.) He went over the edge and me and Brayd ran over to an outcropping of rock to watch him rappel down. All of the sudden there was a place that dipped in on the side of the cliff and Dad did not jump off the side. This caused his torso to fall backwards and his legs to fly up. Freaked me and Braydon out as we watched our father being flipped upside down with a long way to the ground.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImiUUN6xsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dFEctibHnhs/s1600/CIMG2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImiUUN6xsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dFEctibHnhs/s320/CIMG2673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515117688600053442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was nothing we could do but stare (and yes, take a photo). My dad is, after all, completely invincible. After a minute it became incredibly funny as my dad was flipped completely upside-down! He had to finish the rappel that way and me and Braydon were bustin' our guts as we watched him land on the ground flat on his back! =D We heard Dad's loud laughter too from down in the canyon. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImgEaiw4uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YA0V2igKjC8/s1600/CIMG2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImgEaiw4uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YA0V2igKjC8/s320/CIMG2674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115216396935906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After watching my seasoned father blunder on his way down scared Braydon a bit. Although he played it off a little bit. This was technically Braydon's first time rappelling as the first time was basically walking down a steep hill attached to a rope. So, veeeeeeerrrrrrry shakily, me and Brayd hooked ourselves to the side-by-side ropes and started leaning back to get to the side of the cliff. Braydon was having difficulty moving and hated feeding rope through his figure-eight. His voice got a little louder as his panic increased as we got closer to the edge. The worst part is standing perpendicular over the ledge and having to put the rope on the ground, if that makes sense. I have slipped at this point before and gone, face-first, into the ledge. Not so fun. I stayed with Braydon for the first rappel, as he was very nervous. When we got halfway down I made him stop so we could take pictures. Hehe, he was not happy hanging off the side of the cliff. But he looks cool as a cucumber in the pictures. =D I took his pic and mine and one of us and had him take another of me from the side. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImj293MY5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/NyYGjjv45J4/s1600/CIMG2677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImj293MY5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/NyYGjjv45J4/s320/CIMG2677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515119383406207890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImj2cWUc4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9HJP5LH8QfU/s1600/CIMG2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImj2cWUc4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9HJP5LH8QfU/s320/CIMG2676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515119374409954178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImj1462kWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LydnPndIRxE/s1600/CIMG2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImj1462kWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LydnPndIRxE/s320/CIMG2675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515119364899508578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was awesome of him to be brave and take my picture because he did NOT want to. Anyways, we got to the ground and we all climbed up the side of the mountain for another round. My Dad is amazing! At almost 62, he climbed up the rocks and shimmied through cracks as good as Braydon! I, of course, surpassed everyone in skill ;). We rappelled one more time. I looked up and saw that Braydon's rip in his pants had grown from about an inch long to his whole butt-cheek long. Haha, made me laugh! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImkyVJnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/UIEK7yW16c8/s1600/CIMG2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImkyVJnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/UIEK7yW16c8/s320/CIMG2679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120403269773138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the second rappel, I got my guys to take some pics. All of the men in my family are such divas when it comes to taking pictures. It's like I'm asking them if I can yank out their two front teeth! But I did manage to get some. =D Even one of Braydon's fashionable shorts! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImlIU5j6rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oEW4GaIAquw/s1600/CIMG2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImlIU5j6rI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oEW4GaIAquw/s320/CIMG2682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120781159557810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImlJORIw4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NqumQzZnSUc/s1600/CIMG2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cidrexac6f8/TImlJORIw4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NqumQzZnSUc/s320/CIMG2686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120796559262594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the one of the three of us, they were done and ready to go home. 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