tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527796038999528202024-02-19T19:17:23.253-05:00Jerica MellensJessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-48238183409225205492010-07-18T22:15:00.003-04:002017-08-18T09:47:24.589-04:00All I Ever Wanted<div style="text-align: left;">
Well, he didn't go to Jared.</div>
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But I think he did even better than that anyway.</div>
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Back story.</div>
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Adam and I try to have date days with each other at least 2x a month and Adam decided to book me for this Sunday. After a huge let down of not winning that free wedding (and much less, losing it by one point), I was really looking forward to his surprise date. With our schedules - his law school and my new full time job, it's hard to find any time together.</div>
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The day started with Adam waking me up eeeeearly and made me pancakes shaped like hearts and with J's in the middle of them. Even though he didn't measure ingredients, they were still delicious :)</div>
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Our mystery day continued when our friends started showing up at Adam's house, mainly Katie, Joe, Erika, and Kate! He then told me we were going to Cedar Point.</div>
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Puke.</div>
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Now, I happen to absolutely hate Cedar Point, but since Adam had been training me since Disney to be able to stand roller coasters, I wasn't totally unwilling ;)</div>
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Our first ride was the Magnum. 1st of all, it is WAY scarier than Adam said it would be. I don't care that little kids can go on that ride. It is not made for me. Haha. 2ndly, I kept my eyes closed the entire time. And when I heard Adam tell Erika "It wasn't this one," I closed them even MORE because I was afraid they were talking about more drops.</div>
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After we got off the ride, we followed the line to view the pictures of the ride, and I knew I would look like a moron because my eyes had been closed the whole time. Katie and Joe pointed ours out to us and my jaw dropped.</div>
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I honestly thought it was a joke.</div>
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My hands flew up to my mouth and I probably said "What?!?" about 3 times and as I turned to look at Adam, he was pulling out the ring and getting down on one knee.</div>
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I stared at him like an idiot saying nothing for forever until he said, "Well......?"</div>
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All I could do was nod yes :)</div>
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He got up from bended knee and I proceeded to...</div>
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The lady behind the counter told us we made their "happy book" and she wrote our story down. She then charged us for the photos.</div>
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This ain't Disney, folks. Where are the freebees when you need 'em? :)</div>
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So that's pretty much the story. We spent the rest of the day at the park while the sun beat down on us incessantly. After the park, we saw Despicable Me (GREATNESS), met Erin and Matt for dinner and now I'm here writing this story, super thankful for my new FIANCE who was not only wonderful enough to plan this amazing day for me, but was wonderful enough to invite my friends to enjoy it with us :)</div>
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I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him and to become Jessica O'Neil :)<br />
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Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-8257649027551597852010-02-23T19:35:00.002-05:002010-06-01T22:08:01.517-04:00Neglected<em>*Disclaimer: I [Erika] just logged on to our blogger account after many many months of neglect and found this unpublished blog. The information is therefore a little old, but good nonetheless, so I decided to post it. :)</em><br /><br />It has recently been brought to my [Erika's] attention just how neglected our poor little blog has been in the past months. [Thank you, James].<br /><br />So this is me trying to be good again. And update you on my life.<br /><br />I am still working at Blockbuster and as a dental assistant. Both jobs are going swimmingly. It's fine for now as I search for something more related to my field of study. And as I live at home. And as I chip away at the massive amount of student debt I have accumulated over the past four years.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">First item of business: Blockbuster. </span><br /><br />Things are going fine. There really isn't much to tell here. I really like all the people I work with which really is one of the most important things [in my opinion] to have in a job.<br /><br />Though, I have learned that I need to be more tactful when turning people down. A while back, a guy asked for my number. My response <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">wasn't</span>, "No, I'm sorry I have a boyfriend." [even though that would be a lie, it does help to sugarcoat it.] Nor was my response, "No, I'm sorry, I don't date strangers." No. This was my reponse: "No. I'm sorry." That's it. No reason why. Just "No." I felt bad afterwards. Also. He used to be a regular. I haven't seen him since. Sorry, Blockbuster.<br /><br />Also. A couple weeks ago, I was given my very first cheesy pick-up line. Before I tell you what it was, you should know that he was both totally serious. And totally sober. It was a guy who was trying to sell me coupons. After listening to his [LONG] spiel, I turned to walk away, and he said to me, "I just want to let you know that you have a really pretty smile." I said, "thanks," and continued walking. He then said, "And thanks for keeping America beautiful, and I don't mean picking up the litter." Hahaha. Oh, man.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Second Item of business: Dental Assisting. </span><br /><br />I really am enjoying being a dental assistant. Again, I really love all the people I work with. They are all SO nice. And I get to do things that I never would have thought I'd do. Ever. In my life. Remember when I was worried about doing extractions? Well, call me morbid, but now they are one of my favorite things to do. It's just so fascinating. And today, the dentist had to sew somebody up after pulling their tooth. I never thought that I would be able to have a part in sewing somebody's body back together. But I did. It was gross. But oh, so fascinating.<br /><br /><strong>Third Item of Business: Living at Home.</strong><br /><br />I love my family. Sure there are times when we (and by "we," I mean my siblings) bicker, but for the most part we all get along quite well. And I have to say, my mom's home-cooked meals sure do beat what I was eating in the Dining Commons a year ago. I also have full access to a television again and can watch all the sporting events I want, with people who also watch (and enjoy) sporting events. One thing I have to say that I don't like about being home is the dirt roads. I love living in the woods (I mean today, I saw about 7 wild turkeys run through our front yard. How cool is that??). But I do not love the dust, mud, bumps and potholes that come from living on a dirt road. What can I say, though. Ya win some, ya lose some. The moral of this story, though, is: I love my family.<br /><br />And that's about that for now.<br />Ok. Peace out.<br /><br /><em>*Disclaimer: That ends the recently discovered unpublished blog. I will try my hardest to be better. . . even though I am fairly certain we have lost many (if not all) of our readers.</em>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-8857307445095352009-10-02T16:06:00.005-04:002009-10-03T10:43:14.296-04:00BreatheI know, I know.<br />It's been about a billion years since I [Erika] posted. And for that, I'm sorry. But man oh man. My life has been crrrazy lately. I have to remind myself to breathe...<br /><br />For those of you who don't know, I got a job as a dental assistant. And no, you're not crazy if you think that is not what I went to school for. I was, in fact a Graphic Design major. But as it turns out, you don't have to have any schooling to be a dental assistant. Don't worry. I'm not the one doing the cleaning. That's the hygenist. I'm just basically the person helping the dentist when he needs his instruments for fillings, crowns, root canals, and yes, extractions.<br /><br />How did I land this job, you may ask? Well. Let me tell you. Over the summer, I was house/dog-sitting for a family that goes to Timmy and Rebekah's school. The dad is a dentist. Towards the end of the summer, he called me one day, and I assumed it was to tell me that they were going up north again and needed me to watch their doggies. But oh, no. He says to me, "I know this wasn't you're major or anything, but I was wondering if you wanted to be my dental assistant." After the initial shock, I said yes and the rest is history.<br /><br />I have to say I was rather nervous about doing my first extraction. For those of you who don't know, passing out runs in the family. For my mom, it's the sight of blood. For my brother, it's needles. For my sister it's... well, she almost passed out when my mom had to "pop" one of her blisters. For me, it's always been broken bones. I broke my toe and almost passed out. Not from the pain, but just the thought of a broken bone being in my body. I jammed my finger. Passed out. Diane almost broke her finger, I got woozy. So! Since pulling a tooth can be compared to breaking a bone, I was nervous that I would get in there, he'd pull the tooth, and I'd hit the floor. Not good. But. As it turns out, I survived. The first one I did was about a week or so ago, and it went fine. I mean, it was pretty gross. He had to kind of dig around in her gums to get all of the roots. I had to smack the hole with the suction thing to suck up all the blood, which there was a lot of. My mom wouldn't have been able to handle it. Yuck. But! I didn't even feel woozy. Yes!<br /><br />I am also still working at Blockbuster. And totally rockin' it out, if I do say so myself.<br /><br />And when I'm not working at one of those 2 places, I'm finally working on my final class. Let me tell you, it was a trick getting registered for that darn class. Stupid money. Or lack thereof.<br /><br />Also. In other news. Most of you know [if you read my past posts] that my computer conked out on me this summer. It has been dead since.... oh, I want to say... end of May, beginning of June. Something like that. My very best good friend Jessica had the marvelous idea of taking it in to the computer repair center at SAU. I did that last week, and the initial diagnosis didn't look good. He said that he wasn't sure if he could save my files.<br /><br />Frick.<br /><br />There go my 5,000 pictures [that's only a slight exagerration]. There go my 2,000 songs. There go all the papers and such that I wrote [ok, I wasn't too broken hearted about that]. Thank goodness I had all my art work backed up. I still had hope that they all could be saved, though.<br /><br />Then a couple days later, I got a call from the tech center and he said that he wasn't able to save any of the files.<br /><br />Oh no.<br /><br />I was devastated. He had left a voicemail wondering what I wanted him to do next. If I wanted him to go ahead with the reboot and lose all my files or if I wanted to take it someplace else. I called back, hoping to get more of an explanation before I made a decision. And that is when he told me that he WAS able to save my files!!<br /><br />PHEW.<br /><br />He went ahead with the reboot, and to curtail this story, I am now typing this blog on MY computer with a software updated and all. For only $50.<br /><br />There are a couple morals to this story. First and foremost: back up your files! Second, if you are still a student at SAU, take any broken computer to the tech center. Cause they are the best. If I took my computer to the Apple store or Best Buy geek squad, I would have had to pay $60 for them to even look at my computer. Lame.<br /><br />Ok. Last item of business. [I know this is a long one, but it's been so long in coming, you had to expect a long, rambling blog from me :)].<br />I don't know how many of you may have heard, but alas, my soulmate Jiri Hudler is no longer a Red Wing. :( I know. So sad. Happy Hudler will be missed. So this means that I need a new soulmate from the Wings, and I know that you are all anxious to know who I will pick.<br />My new Red Wings soulmate is.... *insert drumroll here* .... Darren Helm!<object height="360" width="580"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSr1i4AUnYA&hl=en&fs=1&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSr1i4AUnYA&hl=en&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"></embed></object><br /><br />I mean, c'mon. How can I NOT fall in love with that?? I also love it when the announcer says that the Detroit crowd is "knowledgeable." Yeah. We know our hockey.<br /><br />Okie dokes. I think that's about it for me. We are going to FLORIDA on Monday, and I'm sure there will be a few blogs sharing that joyous occasion.<br /><br />Ok, peace out.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-19609673563834964322009-09-30T16:03:00.002-04:002009-09-30T16:25:03.484-04:00Gives You HellI never thought one of my days at Disney could ever trump the horrible awfulness of my days in strollers, but I was wrong.<br /><br />So wrong.<br /><br />Yesterday, my dad came into town on business so Megan and I picked him up from Downtown Orlando so that we could go to T-Rex for dinner. This was all well and good, but as my dad was driving, he noticed that another light on my dashboard came on. Previously, it had just been the "ETS off" and "Check Engine" lights, but now the battery light was on. We decided to bring the car in Wednesday to get it looked at.<br /><br />After dropping my dad off, the seatbelt light and ABS light come on. Megan and I are now five minutes away from home, and the airbag light and check fluid light come on. I'm in panic mode and am starting to come frightening close to Cuss-ville USA. We approach a stoplight and all of the lights go off. <br /><br />All.<br /><br />And then my car turns off. Completely and totally.<br /><br />So Meg and I are trying to wave people around us while we figure out what to do. A cop pulls up behind us and tells me to move. <br /><br />No kidding. Really? I can't just park here?<br /><br />We tell him that we're calling AAA, but he tells us to just call a friend and get a jump. Okaaaaay. We call David, but he's at a Halloween party. We call Mike, David's roommate, and he books it over and gives me a jump. <br /><br />As Mike's following us home, I'm on the phone with him, and I begin to panic again, because the gas pedal is pushed all the way to the floor and my car's slowing down. He tells me to keep going, but then I lose power steering and have to pull over. <br /><br />Mike then decides we'll push the car home. All two miles home. <br /><br />So there we are. Mike's pushing and steering, Megan and I are pushing from behind, flip flops flailing, running pell mell. Mike complains that he just showered. Megan has to pee. Things aren't looking up.<br /><br />Then a humongous bus comes and tries to run us over.<br /><br />Not only does it try to run us over, it calls us in to security of the apartment complex we're passing to tell on us.<br /><br />Skeeze.<br /><br />We pull over and Mike goes to talk to the security guards and they let us in. I finally call AAA and a tow truck comes to tow my car to the nearest repair shop. The tow truck man was in fact very jolly and put me in a good mood, which was a tremendously difficult feat. Dan. What a great guy. He even called me an hour after I got home to make sure I got home safe. Precious.<br /><br />Anyway, we end up catching a ride home from Erica, a friend of ours and don't get home until about 12:30 am. We had left my dad around 9 pm? Something like that....and poor Megan had to be up for work around 5 am. <br /><br />Suckiest day in Florida thus far.<br /><br />To top it all off, I have a broken alternator, alternator belt, ruined spark plugs, and something to do with fluids that need to be flushed. You can add up the cost on your own.<br /><br />Needless to say, no good.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-27535445577084756702009-09-13T22:07:00.002-04:002009-09-13T22:09:38.664-04:00A Whole New WorldThey're revamping my old stomping grounds of Fantasyland. Needless to say, everyone at Disney is straight up freaking out. 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As a Fairy Godmother in Training, I work on princess' hair and tell them stories about my life in the castle - how the Fairy Godmother (as in, Cinderella's) recruited me from Michigan to get me out of the cold weather. Now I live upstairs above the boutique, eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, and am 220 years old (You have to be at least 1,000 years old to be a real fairy godmother, so that's why we're all in training. Also, the pixie dust keeps us young looking, even if one princess did tell me I looked my age. Ouch.) Here are the 3 hairstyles:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Fairytale (my favorite):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAr6Vwd7xEc400mZmezpaaSIBKrS4z5cRbKUlB9Tu5RKQLjiQfP6P7k8YFWojjqggERJP-har6Wj11OSzBIOUC5TD7mZcls4RStKbsE6ttXlgI3fA5oXzO9CgReE51nq_2pJ7i7IBx-GQ/s1600-h/disney-world-01-g.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAr6Vwd7xEc400mZmezpaaSIBKrS4z5cRbKUlB9Tu5RKQLjiQfP6P7k8YFWojjqggERJP-har6Wj11OSzBIOUC5TD7mZcls4RStKbsE6ttXlgI3fA5oXzO9CgReE51nq_2pJ7i7IBx-GQ/s320/disney-world-01-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380343672646225618" border="0" /></a><br />The Disney Diva:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioy4d_KFgDeGIMVUbqsYB28mKbMfGMRCmauzbxhwm74imj82_jOVHcYXvP334gVyDgmYDOgK7P2S-VbkGZ7rq_k5iH-DZ9NpfqUzHI-eWR7Xe5NOYOdIrv1mIf2xJ_vezmZfAA1z-g4qE/s1600-h/BBB_1_998.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioy4d_KFgDeGIMVUbqsYB28mKbMfGMRCmauzbxhwm74imj82_jOVHcYXvP334gVyDgmYDOgK7P2S-VbkGZ7rq_k5iH-DZ9NpfqUzHI-eWR7Xe5NOYOdIrv1mIf2xJ_vezmZfAA1z-g4qE/s320/BBB_1_998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380343666737361266" border="0" /></a><br />The Pop Princess (the hairstyle on the left):<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vrQO9cWA7RMsRTD5s6gB67QQTHgM-ofQwlavHT2K87l1ZFD1VQ2X76HMvi8hy7RlbYUkmyqkH-nmadXisV1Bzf09cfTmLayQzxWZyZ1rO4wHIClhoyC8QbGawTo8K93oAD4ubqLnoB8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vrQO9cWA7RMsRTD5s6gB67QQTHgM-ofQwlavHT2K87l1ZFD1VQ2X76HMvi8hy7RlbYUkmyqkH-nmadXisV1Bzf09cfTmLayQzxWZyZ1rO4wHIClhoyC8QbGawTo8K93oAD4ubqLnoB8/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380343683362865874" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">When I'm done working, I work out. I'm kind of in a competition, so I'm work out semi (but not really) -hardcore, even though I honestly think that David and Megan are being paid off to try to deter me from working out. Just a theory, but probably correct.<br /><br />They distract me by inviting me to do stuff, like go to cast previews of parades, go out to movies, play in the parks, yada yada, yada. They are bad.<br /><br />The cast preview of the Halloween parade was off the chain. For those of you who know me, you know that is a BIG deal that I liked the parade, considering the complete and utter disdain that I hold for parades in general. It was totally legit though. LOVED it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi___Iv0IK1ICvdEjDd7BNtF_QjiTW24dk5lOhKGbmDq7G6XAP5LJs15qK-6gpKusA5SUQ8XrdOqzl1R_Zs4gNs9ZPmqhxm9V3C158momrDu3qH4qnA-DesAhK_AN9LJtOoYgQNKVWWFxE/s1600-h/20090902_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi___Iv0IK1ICvdEjDd7BNtF_QjiTW24dk5lOhKGbmDq7G6XAP5LJs15qK-6gpKusA5SUQ8XrdOqzl1R_Zs4gNs9ZPmqhxm9V3C158momrDu3qH4qnA-DesAhK_AN9LJtOoYgQNKVWWFxE/s320/20090902_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380345624018308578" border="0" /></a><br />The headless horseman totally took my breath away. It was excellent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluFYeM9OEvI2YSHcdTeL0PBKIeP82piqZTA7tlxDv1gw1eIUp-RWGBYuWbrFIThksxKONDVdMZdhEcE9q1jUwT5QJ-BgC8QfJ6dv5mybxSrXwRmPT1FJUAt3M-tAjWoaoSt_IjjIgiS8/s1600-h/wdwhallow4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluFYeM9OEvI2YSHcdTeL0PBKIeP82piqZTA7tlxDv1gw1eIUp-RWGBYuWbrFIThksxKONDVdMZdhEcE9q1jUwT5QJ-BgC8QfJ6dv5mybxSrXwRmPT1FJUAt3M-tAjWoaoSt_IjjIgiS8/s320/wdwhallow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380345610786403586" border="0" /></a><br />We went and saw "All About Steve" in the theaters and I haven't laughed that hard in a theater since "The Hangover."<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtJfr-a_oHQ&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtJfr-a_oHQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh. My. Word.<br />SOO freaking hilarious.<br /><br />In other news, I went to Cinderella's Castle to eat breakfast for Ebonee's birthday (the one with the tiara).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEm3yc33YSoTIibgULS2SKm1YXLWN8fidFfChn1GmKWnfA0DQGmbG6rWWFjp53R70hFiZZ7k5mAXmArpJyaYJscjW3mSaePZB-ZGCDbgScaux11wLzghFlC3Vp92-i2FFUP-lcwzYCmFA/s1600-h/20090909_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEm3yc33YSoTIibgULS2SKm1YXLWN8fidFfChn1GmKWnfA0DQGmbG6rWWFjp53R70hFiZZ7k5mAXmArpJyaYJscjW3mSaePZB-ZGCDbgScaux11wLzghFlC3Vp92-i2FFUP-lcwzYCmFA/s320/20090909_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380347891190224162" border="0" /></a><br />Again, off the chain. I never thought I'd be able to eat there!! Now I've been in every place in the castle that the public is allowed to go.<br /><br />I know. Be jealous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIj2yS8vx8l8VAdRep9FWpoQwYL_izCntbVZUIwYrlG85SGRuIJn3-TMgPkEyA20dK8Dzc4FYk2InYvkvSw9QJ_vU-efZefWU5b-L2WIQM_RPT6eGpoGvu7RYRq1aNYxPY0oA0_BD328g/s1600-h/20090910_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIj2yS8vx8l8VAdRep9FWpoQwYL_izCntbVZUIwYrlG85SGRuIJn3-TMgPkEyA20dK8Dzc4FYk2InYvkvSw9QJ_vU-efZefWU5b-L2WIQM_RPT6eGpoGvu7RYRq1aNYxPY0oA0_BD328g/s320/20090910_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380347896807802066" border="0" /></a>Also, Belle played with my hair and told me it was soft and beautiful. Excuse me while I go pass out for a bit from excitement :)<br /><br />As always, for more pictures of my Disney adventures, click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2028885&id=178200245&l=d95ec890e8">here</a>.<br /><br />Lastly, I got my first package in the mail yesterday!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I totally 100% loved it :)<br /><br />Speaking of love, love you all (probably...considering I don't know absolutely everyone who reads this, but I'm gonna go with it's mostly true...)<br /><br />Jessica<br /></div></div>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-8353403448247391132009-08-30T00:07:00.004-04:002009-08-30T00:29:35.735-04:00Begin AgainAnd so begin the chronicles of my (Jessica's) life at Disney:<br /><br />About a week ago, I arrived back in sunny Orlando, and it's like I never left. I can still navigate around town, in the dark much less, without my GPS, and I'm a little ecstatic about that to say the least. I'm not quite as pitiful as I was last time I came down here :)<br /><br />Thursday, I officially started work as a Fairy-Godmother-in-Training in Cinderella's castle!! As if all my dreams werent already coming true now, they put me in one of the world's most recognized landmarks and I get to play with hair and makeup all day long. Score. My outfit is pretty legit this time- you can actually tell that I have a feminine form, so I'm pretty psyched about that. Here's just a sneak preview...maybe someday I'll post a picture of me actually being a fairy godmother. We'll see. Or maybe we won't.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyxzwy_PwuocdesAFWrtebdithb1oWqbH2bHx6l4nIHkBfI70O-w0RNLIRgfiTcjOHKkYdyb4AGd9JlqC3vUbKrGB_mrMcfT7dIOwZt1CIcoZG-PCVDl-JNAtG6ZA79qXC3Odizv7NqQ/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyxzwy_PwuocdesAFWrtebdithb1oWqbH2bHx6l4nIHkBfI70O-w0RNLIRgfiTcjOHKkYdyb4AGd9JlqC3vUbKrGB_mrMcfT7dIOwZt1CIcoZG-PCVDl-JNAtG6ZA79qXC3Odizv7NqQ/s320/DSC00242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608087596160098" border="0" /></a><br />I've already spent a couple days doing princess' hair and makeup and nails. I've even gotten some tips so far...the money kind for all you smart alecks out there.<br /><br />I'm rooming with a girl, Megan, that I've known since elementary school. It's been great living with her so far - she's a character attendant and I don't envy her job one bit. She has to be able to cut off character's lines and not be influenced by crying, pathetic children whose lives she's just ruined. No fun.<br /><br />Speaking of no fun, David's the opposite. Last year, I came down to Disney all by my lonesome, but this year, David came down to intern as a character. It's really nice to have someone I know to go to the parks with and hang out with in my rather sparse spare time, but nonetheless, he's a barrel of laughs and we're gonna have so much fun this semester.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4u-LzF-7escobo20K_6ROwQvCulYhIceAD_tT9Dr5ASaxNSuVoPBQ4dR-iIy7vQc_dd6PUTsS7i2U8eyFEHP7e8vOtbUpDJJkEGHnHDY78hKFZc4SwCnwMcucEYo1mgZgB9zHwyxBv8c/s1600-h/20090826_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4u-LzF-7escobo20K_6ROwQvCulYhIceAD_tT9Dr5ASaxNSuVoPBQ4dR-iIy7vQc_dd6PUTsS7i2U8eyFEHP7e8vOtbUpDJJkEGHnHDY78hKFZc4SwCnwMcucEYo1mgZgB9zHwyxBv8c/s320/20090826_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608099525299154" border="0" /></a><br />Obviously.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEasBs2OX2GxhUcnnVK1zl-F3RxCPRblDiq2dvbnMcheQ6PSroh_ggPeaJJqnZLJd00pI5StZakVKszxh2vyE22Lln_pm_6tBrQsL3cbviM_3oQqBuFzRzFrPay6nZjgZCRKNO6ZVdzOk/s1600-h/20090826_0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEasBs2OX2GxhUcnnVK1zl-F3RxCPRblDiq2dvbnMcheQ6PSroh_ggPeaJJqnZLJd00pI5StZakVKszxh2vyE22Lln_pm_6tBrQsL3cbviM_3oQqBuFzRzFrPay6nZjgZCRKNO6ZVdzOk/s320/20090826_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608913757896882" border="0" /></a>Also, don't worry. My love for Prince Caspian hasn't wavered in my absence.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZT4whbUTzlgGtP2JkBMpNZ5Rlb1XUKqZMKTUrjBlpAzHZpPwLzReot7HHMIttELgiR_7jIM5enxIlQGmv-d1VnLt7knQ_NknuRliuncjqAqpgA0WX8-F7DbUW-ePWRz3KmbO_KMf1VE/s1600-h/20090826_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZT4whbUTzlgGtP2JkBMpNZ5Rlb1XUKqZMKTUrjBlpAzHZpPwLzReot7HHMIttELgiR_7jIM5enxIlQGmv-d1VnLt7knQ_NknuRliuncjqAqpgA0WX8-F7DbUW-ePWRz3KmbO_KMf1VE/s320/20090826_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608102247404738" border="0" /></a><br />But don't worry - I haven't forgotten about all of you. Some of the best parts of my week thus far have been talking to people, and you know who you are, from home. I really miss you guys, but thank goodness for cell phones/texting/Skype. What lifesavers.<br /><br />Miss you and love you,<br />JessicaJessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-72325194084055880132009-08-12T11:48:00.010-04:002009-08-12T18:49:59.513-04:00Boom, Boom, PowOk. We know. We've been baaaaaad.<br />It's been over a month since our last blog.<br />But absence makes the heart grow fonder...so in reality, the time lapse in our blogs is for your betterment. You're welcome.<br /><br />Buter got married. And we were there.<br /><br />But first, we were there for her bachelorette party. There was Mongolian bbq, chocolate fondue fountain, chick flicks and presents. Scandalous, I know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR5WOoWW34Hsgi2jfRPjPt78kE7G_SK8pheqd6XgOfKjygX51sGnBqSQZiQdra-Oh_QEo_ZvF1IhWqPAy7ZV3BjO85eoHMiLPwwebuIt3x6_B9mtp59Rf1BI3Z-SL3BEzKpEalZlbOCs/s1600-h/20090801_0061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR5WOoWW34Hsgi2jfRPjPt78kE7G_SK8pheqd6XgOfKjygX51sGnBqSQZiQdra-Oh_QEo_ZvF1IhWqPAy7ZV3BjO85eoHMiLPwwebuIt3x6_B9mtp59Rf1BI3Z-SL3BEzKpEalZlbOCs/s320/20090801_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106743866981986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5il-7SOwj2tI56cscanGQeaW3LX_s4nj-0kRdlUNu7cJorUMFe0fhZ5INjU97-2R0CX67nz4U1Rx3etGpBC12NqL3tNQ2FL2h8OGNUVSdrOXvPvId2dI9ZLLttdKbFdzFYMcOcU2Vho/s1600-h/20090801_0056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5il-7SOwj2tI56cscanGQeaW3LX_s4nj-0kRdlUNu7cJorUMFe0fhZ5INjU97-2R0CX67nz4U1Rx3etGpBC12NqL3tNQ2FL2h8OGNUVSdrOXvPvId2dI9ZLLttdKbFdzFYMcOcU2Vho/s320/20090801_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106755300717586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvhrBE0ifL5w-ls3TqB2CsE-qYrKYyoHw7-QSipjpAThjtO0RUBNzSsD6YNaYDLY2hZVvr1HD-YHioJMfhZnWpoCky9Jso6lOjLCvTb_5Laj2br1vmPSRx8Dj-lSZ-e5v5UYRxs7hk-s/s1600-h/20090801_0065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvhrBE0ifL5w-ls3TqB2CsE-qYrKYyoHw7-QSipjpAThjtO0RUBNzSsD6YNaYDLY2hZVvr1HD-YHioJMfhZnWpoCky9Jso6lOjLCvTb_5Laj2br1vmPSRx8Dj-lSZ-e5v5UYRxs7hk-s/s320/20090801_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106736220865506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4YBg9mcZ6_DICyYFbqlT2fye3nYkFrajHOWp92kRWbv5Gjl30mpyokUaCXMDmK_vmintqTavpmD_BhpAGOXIBfjuJRhHH208c9MG5jYEm-4OqCGDTQHgtFiy-CYU7fqgYfqCCGqSalk/s1600-h/20090801_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4YBg9mcZ6_DICyYFbqlT2fye3nYkFrajHOWp92kRWbv5Gjl30mpyokUaCXMDmK_vmintqTavpmD_BhpAGOXIBfjuJRhHH208c9MG5jYEm-4OqCGDTQHgtFiy-CYU7fqgYfqCCGqSalk/s320/20090801_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106719190454146" border="0" /></a><br />A week later, she got married, like we alluded to just a paragraph before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdnhVMcrgdDkUi3pGQOVsyn-5FDI8-Fh4AGaFEsooCvRga5XNCmtvx1O34We0IdL_EMfdeq0pW_QvUxtTEPy6Z5rt5ocF1KJVt-VOUcQEyfK1LmwQXSWnb6_hK-8FIkY_y_BOwCBee-E/s1600-h/IMG_5758.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdnhVMcrgdDkUi3pGQOVsyn-5FDI8-Fh4AGaFEsooCvRga5XNCmtvx1O34We0IdL_EMfdeq0pW_QvUxtTEPy6Z5rt5ocF1KJVt-VOUcQEyfK1LmwQXSWnb6_hK-8FIkY_y_BOwCBee-E/s320/IMG_5758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108443739898626" border="0" /></a>I (Jessica) was fortunate enough to be asked to be Buterface's maid of honor, and Erika, Kate, and Adam made it up the day after to join me for the wedding.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71-839iICA2fpIrCvqLeew9CPLgqECjHtbbPbKILX-Dtm6slYgsf7WNacYWxrgioiShsHGq10WZ1Vnejju0pzHnfKA23qQVMS30cqwirIkTiXMDI4Z9UhObphUI_5vhaWNQzOfdLZZHw/s1600-h/IMG_5777.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71-839iICA2fpIrCvqLeew9CPLgqECjHtbbPbKILX-Dtm6slYgsf7WNacYWxrgioiShsHGq10WZ1Vnejju0pzHnfKA23qQVMS30cqwirIkTiXMDI4Z9UhObphUI_5vhaWNQzOfdLZZHw/s320/IMG_5777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108453143313410" border="0" /></a> It was a super classy and we were so happy to see one of our best friends get married.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQWxWFG4mw8Hhhc_hXbTsTs6KjIqClIfZcyefZVpXq-ckG7hsBm7Y4SS7lWv1uR_ovy1Mllofswtk7GSa_MOi6_NCMF5ibu53sPbqT-CKfH88_Fki7EH-ruEOJSRjNYTXR1dEbhksCPI/s1600-h/IMG_5778.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQWxWFG4mw8Hhhc_hXbTsTs6KjIqClIfZcyefZVpXq-ckG7hsBm7Y4SS7lWv1uR_ovy1Mllofswtk7GSa_MOi6_NCMF5ibu53sPbqT-CKfH88_Fki7EH-ruEOJSRjNYTXR1dEbhksCPI/s320/IMG_5778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108458010285026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDicdmmfWG8KJcdhEiqadk33JGr63O-F92TOMYI1wcjcF9B7XEPRgL7waxPRbpe-ZCzQJnbfmzZLukQrf4jXNKnGiFV9OpIN08BLKqY4chLvUPAJYayYQqWR-W7R12ixUTCxpZRGDJI1E/s1600-h/IMG_5779.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDicdmmfWG8KJcdhEiqadk33JGr63O-F92TOMYI1wcjcF9B7XEPRgL7waxPRbpe-ZCzQJnbfmzZLukQrf4jXNKnGiFV9OpIN08BLKqY4chLvUPAJYayYQqWR-W7R12ixUTCxpZRGDJI1E/s320/IMG_5779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108468214280370" border="0" /></a><br />And Erin's niece and nephew were SO cute walking down the aisle!!! They were Erika's favorite part :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcL9OFMuJWRsblwRzpPPjYpJf35QkGpYJWgIhEuOTAbNgEPw0SkyQFE60xl9qt9UQa3-IScf6KbEruJoABm1vvXCFFHix0OpjQYZ40y9lJDeuO9U1ZxSSeSyDcCcEG8Gp3vPvMgaBzjg/s1600-h/IMG_5767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcL9OFMuJWRsblwRzpPPjYpJf35QkGpYJWgIhEuOTAbNgEPw0SkyQFE60xl9qt9UQa3-IScf6KbEruJoABm1vvXCFFHix0OpjQYZ40y9lJDeuO9U1ZxSSeSyDcCcEG8Gp3vPvMgaBzjg/s320/IMG_5767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369108666074109554" border="0" /></a>At the reception, things happened.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvalhvWvuy2lpPYb65TKNMDnxFPCZOyXEXzfKP-qoJZp3lKMKLBtm-gUFabp6M57Dcj4Z8S6Xdalc40ac4x3Tn3H7oDpz_EcoPSbrA4KJiRVJ_3dYYhPFp-OggPYWMehuzJoxefoDAFc/s1600-h/IMG_5791.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvalhvWvuy2lpPYb65TKNMDnxFPCZOyXEXzfKP-qoJZp3lKMKLBtm-gUFabp6M57Dcj4Z8S6Xdalc40ac4x3Tn3H7oDpz_EcoPSbrA4KJiRVJ_3dYYhPFp-OggPYWMehuzJoxefoDAFc/s320/IMG_5791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369111182123125234" border="0" /></a><br />#1 - Adam did not dance and we were all aghast.<br />#2 - Boobs McGee was 26. Shocking. (note, she's the one wearing the pink dress...)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtiGXQdVJqtCaTO09Pc4Nsq3HB7RKruQAj6_H6gQZOks0pjWC1TZ3wARRf_0UyJ5IhxnIAkBB9JpDAoesKSLbvPpi24WRRJQ58TBjN0yWNYxJUZmFDTOB99w1MMYawkD1hj0ygifPDMzY/s1600-h/IMG_5785.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtiGXQdVJqtCaTO09Pc4Nsq3HB7RKruQAj6_H6gQZOks0pjWC1TZ3wARRf_0UyJ5IhxnIAkBB9JpDAoesKSLbvPpi24WRRJQ58TBjN0yWNYxJUZmFDTOB99w1MMYawkD1hj0ygifPDMzY/s320/IMG_5785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369111198735170338" border="0" /></a><br />#3 - We sat with James Grant and it was great!! Holla!!<br />#4 - At each table, there was symbol of Erin and Matt's love - let's just say that in reference to our symbol, they'll have a great time "playing putt-putt" on their honeymoon.<br />#5 - Kate and Adam got closer. Not sure if I was ok with that...or that either of them were either ;)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Iz8i9nCxsz2U0ifvNUF43zUTZlFYNX-g21tFtPD2pOvCz450wxLmMXYmh6kPgCe97HC0XVwfE8lXpAu8Ml8LgFzkoeTG1GrEpwtflKeeiR32u-m-12C3CstrF0N8GGEYFAERQwiJQX8/s1600-h/IMG_5793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Iz8i9nCxsz2U0ifvNUF43zUTZlFYNX-g21tFtPD2pOvCz450wxLmMXYmh6kPgCe97HC0XVwfE8lXpAu8Ml8LgFzkoeTG1GrEpwtflKeeiR32u-m-12C3CstrF0N8GGEYFAERQwiJQX8/s320/IMG_5793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369111191143885586" border="0" /></a><br />#6 - Erin and Matt made out a lot. Gross.<br />#7 - They played Boom, Boom, Pow, Low, and Gimme More all at our request, though they tried to put up a fight.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVaNb2y80Yy5O92D32VQYk9UnmOqXOneCmUqluJ9ab5FIih6yeHHEpCaoJW25b0HMXVoc8KJWJ5AUOSYLDujMi2zY5b_S04Rnr-2wOth8WXLHvHVgqrSNqAdmKldhYZu0COCmKFSVDZc/s1600-h/IMG_5797.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVaNb2y80Yy5O92D32VQYk9UnmOqXOneCmUqluJ9ab5FIih6yeHHEpCaoJW25b0HMXVoc8KJWJ5AUOSYLDujMi2zY5b_S04Rnr-2wOth8WXLHvHVgqrSNqAdmKldhYZu0COCmKFSVDZc/s320/IMG_5797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369111206307151378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And that's that.<br /><br />We also got together with Jamar and Alison and Kate a couple days after the wedding and were able to hang out and have dinner and smell a guy who had used waaaaay too much cologne. Yikes.<br /><br />That's pretty much it on our end. Well, almost. I started writing a book for Kate and Erika and it's sooooo good (aka, pretty cheesy, but intriguing), that I'll probably post a couple chapters at a time on my blog, hopefully get noticed by someone who wants to make it into a real book (and a movie to boot) and live happily ever after.<br /><br />Get excited.<br /><br />Love always,<br />Jessica and Erika<br /><br />P.S. If you want to see more pictures from Buter's party and wedding, click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2028252&id=178200245&l=6dce26cffa">here</a> to see more.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-43041463556094864242009-07-14T19:49:00.007-04:002009-07-14T20:29:30.212-04:00Beat ItSo, I [Erika] think the time has come to update you all on my life.... although, I'm not so sure there is much to update really. But. I'll tell ya what I know. <div><br /><div>I think the first order of business is to say that the Red Wings broke my heart this year, and there is nothing more that I am going to say about that. It's hard for me to even write that much. Pathetic? Maybe. But it is what it is. Also. I hate Sidney Crosby. And that is that. </div><br /><div>Also. Due to some changes in teams this summer, I have been forced to reevaluate my soulmates on some teams. If you are unaware of my soulmate rules, <a href="http://pistonsgrl87.blogspot.com/2009/04/quit-playing-games-with-my-heart.html">check 'em out</a>. For those of you who don't know, my Pistons soulmate - Amir Johnson is officially gone. He was traded or something. So sad. But luckily, Rodney Stuckey is still around, so he is now my new Pistons soulmate. </div><div><br /> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358472118329771298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpH4PgPGlBnj4Q2RVIJk48Vg0ox8CsSzyyJOpvlWVufa6bbWo-rkkXX1kkTw5b4W_Z7pOZ0ZP9GUxBkS6YrnskqZyMlfu7WRT6PyozA6C9k01mXJ7vt_qM_IE1nBJbVxKStj2HzS2DzsE/s320/rodney-stuckey_p1.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Things aren't looking very good for my Red Wings soulmate Jiri Hudler right now either. Who wants to play in Russia?? Apparently Hudler. I'm going to put this change on hold, though until I hear something more concrete. </div><br /><div>Last bit of sporting news - shout out to Granderson [my Tigers soulmate], Inge [my favorite tiger - still <em>love</em> him despite the 0 homeruns at the homerun derby], Verlander, and Jackson for making the All-Star game. </div><br /><div>Haha. Now that I've bored you all to sleep with my soulmate rantings, I'll tell you what's really going on in my life. :) Which really isn't much. </div><br /><div>I finally saw Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen and absolutely loved it. Some day I want to own one of those Camaros. And I'm not usually one for a sports car. I like Jeeps. But man oh man. That's a good looking car. And Shia LaBeouf. </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358474916303587458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL696DnRCAOPIw-jnASWl1vlTUSmGy4Xx0NaJWG2wXxpwf2j9XuL7A77BeKeQWsM82mbR50XozybUvZD1J2b67lQL8dyp0lQrvwXWP8pqi8-gZEnW9aeWl2dNtsoXrOxYiN8DpT_INs7w/s320/shia-gq.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Enough said. Remember when he was Louis Stevens on Even Stevens? Haha. I do.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358473895212553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4P2yJHdV4PoxtMWumgTFm4MUcdZHI5UzdnOVoOEYo-Kdulvgexxu0dNP1yYg5iG14hnsshyphenhyphen8MjrZSt5uTTg8kaOJNoOgB4elMB98x9VmWpSPktNydOzym9haLUFHRowFYwVGTgf5l8qE/s320/shia-labeouf-400ds0827.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>I'm still working at Blockbuster and haven't made too many mistakes yet. *knock on wood* And no crazy stories yet either. At least none that I'm going to put on here. ;) How's that for mystery? I also got offered a job at Old Navy, although I'm not sure I'm going to take it because I also interviewed for a job at a shoe store, and it went well. I'm hoping they offer me that job. I find out tomorrow if I got that. And just so you all know. These aren't jobs that I plan on having for a long time. Just enough to get me through the last class of mine and on my feet with some of these student loans that are going to start coming due soon. I don't aspire to be a shoe lady. :)</div><br /><div>And I think that's about that. Sorry for the rambling, boring blog that this was. I just felt like it had been a long time since I updated... so I updated. :) </div><br /><div>One more thing - how 'bout all these celebrity deaths? Michael Jackson [tribute to him w/ the title], Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, and Billy Mays? Crazy-land. </div><br /><div>Ok. Peace Out. </div></div>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-69425406806928864342009-07-07T17:56:00.007-04:002009-07-07T21:46:29.507-04:00Beyond the SeaNow that I'm (Jessica) half way through my trip, I feel like I can tell you about some of the "highlights."<br /><br />Highlight #1 - It's not so much a highlight...just a huge part of our vacation...I'm hugely allergic to something down here...my eyes have been all irritated and allergy-y and it kind of sucks. I'm not a fan. And I've gone through a whole bottle of eye drops. Yuck. Today I've been good though - no allergy eyes. Granted, I didn't leave the room today, but still...<br /><br />Highlight #2 - Putt-putt is only one of my favorite things in the world. I suck quite a bit at it, but it's always fun. And I don't care that I have bad form - it's only putt-putt...plus, I've been promised that I will be taught how to have correct form...but after the 9th hole.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844538414570178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJh-LUhfghHyfejL5e5lD0DF3Tr4QeVPUnHlDtcWPBRhRzCHjTVDkY1F4Y7g4H1yLBNjtvZyAjR-wYOid5OYGTLiN4rZ5wa9yNg3kneH1UPmJr3rRq61nPzO2BN1KvSYE0jhtdCYVhc2k/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844548189777810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhY5R_CJqCiA0zmX8twwYQ-FTNzoOrU2BotjOGsiyjWGjO9STd_85hAgd2NbMDpi4dHMVkIbwW1H8RGQEP2yFiFZ-pOnkIbXQjzOSHb725lOOhogXorOKj61r8J8zhv9FA3oOwHtZy5o/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /><br />Highlight #3 - Ripley's Believe It Or Not Aquarium...I really get so much joy from aquariums and zoos, which is interesting considering I hate animals and nature...but considering that I don't have to touch them, I think that makes sense as to why I love them. Also, this jellyfish picture is one of my favorite animal pics I've ever taken. I love it. Not to toot my own horn or anything... </p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844552721659266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRn99kOG2QRCS-6t9aB6BGRUsyT4XvXZ52faYN3_8gft5xHwWZd_dEmM9s84nDgpEP9h1XAJbbv6KFppXfbkXdiBM6QFMtfNaQvQN_-gGdoPCtnyn1JsrC7vGXfaqGRRfdMpRxtzubLZ8/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844560901104114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1GSJKyNBHJ8clxFRmxEHfLzfSD1GF-PkJ7kR_DoSEypJwcnqc2QziRofJhxeJauEvGzO98-DstZlvTefczAXzA9RsZuNmkVhw8mMK9JoiNkoqOlaGlUvLEC0WiYEz5h-Uu89aYnXzWQ/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /><br />Highlight #4 - Cirque de Chine - It's a little like Cirque de Soleil, but with Chinese people. This particular cast were the performers at the Beijing Olympics opening ceremony. Somewhere around the 1:30 mark was my favorite part of the show...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_1PDFXfaXk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_1PDFXfaXk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Highlight #5 - Phone calls from back home. I know I'm supposed to be getting away from home on vacation, but it's sooo good to know that I'm loved :)<br /><br />Highlight #6 - I've beaten my dad 3 out of the 4 times we've played rummy this week...and when he beat me, it was by 10 points.<br /><br /></p>Peace out<br />- Jessica<br /><br /><br />P.S. Low light of my life? Sheed is no longer a Piston :(<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899550948614354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnd5Lh38OF53i812VImlj5eg8EtVyVj-W-B9FQQRjmknLBKinGo349WSbpZB1Ge_90pg7SHJt7Lr7vt7yYtxEyqm2uh6pMLoiv95JIZQ17fc0VB0rZaDEESuUVXF6MWWxMxTZ_e_3XPms/s320/rasheed-wallace-pointing.jpg" border="0" />My heart is breaking into a million gazillion pieces.<br />I loved him more than anything.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899544914983026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrZnYGYdP3J4GYmhoe70vE7v3w-SYyW9_6Cbi-c54-ULckLYY4-m2pCThXTOyHG9nIOSk9IrTHfsBEnQp5eobqGFOnjZY79HSVBkCFcY1vwVfeihqZ6gTHmp64elJS7ZPXuMXSgHVf2Q/s320/rasheed_wallace_245x325.jpg" border="0" /></p>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-69981240841963121252009-07-04T12:50:00.008-04:002009-07-04T20:12:33.484-04:00Fire Burning<div>So...I'm a horrible person.<br /><br />I (Jessica) haven't blogged in a million billion years.<br />But thanks to Theresa, she reminded me of this, so lucky for the rest of you.<br /><br />I feel like a lot has happened in my life...it's just a matter of actually remembering it...<br /><br />I do remember that my parents went to AZ for a week. And being that I hate being in my house alone, Adam, Hal, Kate, and Erika were nice enough to come spend one day with me so that I wouldn't get too lonely.<br /><br />And Adam actually won a game. Twice. He broke his long time losing streak against us ;)<br /><br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354649939252304354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzclWwjSwE4roL8ONHcOKeKTJXyA-p2zDNXWZCNhlxSejhyCLj_fuusJcmA-VhaARhRhxPSJvKTQRtKDF9tzTt_blgE1f4xewiuTxMZSa41zNCwNY7b2poVXABY65UVr4cPBgwYsT40DA/s320/612GH1ZC0ML__SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" /><br />We then watched Se7en...and I only got scared once...well, startled...I did accidentally smack Adam...it's a good thing he's tougher than I am.<br /><br />The next day, I went out with Adam and Hal and Anita and we went and saw the Hangover. I laughed way more than I thought I would, and everyone loves a good laugh, so that was pretty great.<br /><br />Also, Adam's winning streak went on when he and Hal taught me how to play Hand and Foot. I'm pretty sure that me and Adam slaughtered Hal and Anita....but I'm not sure, because Hal wouldn't let us count the points in the last round...but if he had, I think we would have won like one million to ten...just sayin'...I believe we also drove Hal to Cussville, USA.<br /><br />Now I'm in Tennessee on family vacation, minus Jeremy who couldn't get off of work. The trip down was slightly a nightmare...it was hotter than the blazes in the back of the car being the AC wasn't working. I was rather pathetic, really...sprawled out in the back...and for some reason, I really thought the only appropriate way to talk was by whispering to conserve energy...desperate times call for desperate measures. </p><br /><p>Also, my dad scalded something in the kitchen and filled our whole timeshare with smoke.</p><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354761784630014914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZ0OyJd_jLLtRIMqL7vZlMpcEA_i69cAykH11Ny9QYYCjHIqjEQ_xynOHfl1MiUmKUF9v7_zimldpSE4qqwhwt-VAcKpJFfCjzjxwiPAE4mpXPW_7QSi5lr89VjKaTLzIJkDZktJqQ1Q/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Lastly, I wanna say that I love my best friends so much. Especially after this past week.<br />And you know who you are.<br /><br /><br />- Jessica</p>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-18508155262115297712009-06-23T12:24:00.005-04:002009-06-23T19:42:59.888-04:00Girls Just Wanna Have FunSo.<br />Diane and Kendal are up from South Carolina for a few weeks. I [Erika] was able to see them a couple weekends ago. My family has an annual kickball game [apparently... heh. This was the first I had ever heard of it]. So we went to that. And played 0 kickball. But it was nice seeing that side of the family. I hadn't seen any of them in a long time.<br /><br />On the way home, Diane asked Kendal and I what we wanted to do the next time we hung out. Kendal said, "How 'bout go to Cedar Point?" expecting to get shot down. But much to our surprise, Diane said, "Ok. How about tomorrow?"<br /><br />What?!<br /><br />Well, to truncate this story, that's what Kendal and I did. We went to Cedar Point the very next day, and it was grand. I hadn't been since 10th grade. I had never even been on the Millennium Force. But we did it! And the Millennium is now my favorite. Followed immediately by the Maverick. Also GREAT.<br /><br />The thing that freaked me out the most was the Power Tower. Heh. We went on the one that takes you up slow and then drops you. We started out and were probably about 15 feet in the air, and I already felt really high. Not a good sign when you still have about 225 feet to go. We started going up. And up. And up and up and up and up. When you <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">finally</span> get to the top of the darn thing, they hold you up there for about 15 agonizing seconds before they drop you. Oooiiy. But needless to say, I went on the Power Tower and lived to tell the tale. And I'm glad I did it. It was fun. :)<br /><br />I think the thing that freaked Kendal out the most was the monorail thingy. Heh. She was concerned that the cables would snap. Hence her face in this picture, I think:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1GctpHnnu8rpLGjhHAHTdinQS8IWracBLNt5v4_6HKAZayqX0fJYzbStOncwQNdIkTDnuMpz0jzA5pwm0QC1AMlajY5V6v47zibYWhPM7bTwh0l68xnYJDbL4qhazxRX1O-y6ScAoJM/s1600-h/Erika's+Pictures+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350565497555700786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1GctpHnnu8rpLGjhHAHTdinQS8IWracBLNt5v4_6HKAZayqX0fJYzbStOncwQNdIkTDnuMpz0jzA5pwm0QC1AMlajY5V6v47zibYWhPM7bTwh0l68xnYJDbL4qhazxRX1O-y6ScAoJM/s320/Erika's+Pictures+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Then the next day, we went strawberry picking. And got about 20 pounds of straberries. It was fun. And I love strawberries, so it's good that we got so many. We're just all-stars when it comes to picking strawberries, really.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjw4bS3ETZTpuakF83rICu-UNCZTwU-cuqi1K4SXiApQ_XXrPIUi08nwWMqvrSkOhQDgGjPkawjYj_wsjBZ_Xj3AKXgJKZNWGCjA5GafsyKHtJxIhWoINif_d9r7YsJ6-RIWSTgMIp0tQ/s1600-h/Erika's+Pictures+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350565501379064290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjw4bS3ETZTpuakF83rICu-UNCZTwU-cuqi1K4SXiApQ_XXrPIUi08nwWMqvrSkOhQDgGjPkawjYj_wsjBZ_Xj3AKXgJKZNWGCjA5GafsyKHtJxIhWoINif_d9r7YsJ6-RIWSTgMIp0tQ/s320/Erika's+Pictures+009.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is only about half of the strawberries that we picked.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHC3LJOSFqUN_6AWrsMZGcCdflgNHqM9pSl34qBvOEO8S2paQzVQDx2X0WAFeui_TGdQ5r6itJQr2xajVa5skcpYckuAhHz7wE-xNoMWdX1NCEAZQPTdKLOF_ss5ZSxU6msbJgXG6r2M/s1600-h/Erika's+Pictures+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350565511731142082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHC3LJOSFqUN_6AWrsMZGcCdflgNHqM9pSl34qBvOEO8S2paQzVQDx2X0WAFeui_TGdQ5r6itJQr2xajVa5skcpYckuAhHz7wE-xNoMWdX1NCEAZQPTdKLOF_ss5ZSxU6msbJgXG6r2M/s320/Erika's+Pictures+011.JPG" border="0" /></a>All-stars.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkJzAtQQEqrf_Ljmu1O0nf__L-pgJ147hC983xbnN-S8qHn9H8PaNROwFGa2-kDi3h-0AzxmHFYaRjoQef0eUO_Ssg8XmGXG6Faftjlshab1Luu8-yM2aVc0ja-7QSHtHbiOFsKuHa7A/s1600-h/Erika's+Pictures+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350565510570297250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkJzAtQQEqrf_Ljmu1O0nf__L-pgJ147hC983xbnN-S8qHn9H8PaNROwFGa2-kDi3h-0AzxmHFYaRjoQef0eUO_Ssg8XmGXG6Faftjlshab1Luu8-yM2aVc0ja-7QSHtHbiOFsKuHa7A/s320/Erika's+Pictures+010.JPG" border="0" /></a>More All-stars.<br /><br /></div>I think that's all I have to report on. I started working the register at Blockbuster and haven't messed up anybody's money yet, so that's always a good thing. :) And despite the fact that I want a job that works me more and I want to be able to work on my class more [my computer's still fried...], it has been great being at home w/ my family and eating delicious dinners made by my mommy. :)<br /><br />Ok. Peace out.<br /><br />PS - Yay for Steve Yzerman getting into the Hall of Fame! :)Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-67399818808508997182009-06-09T14:56:00.006-04:002009-06-09T17:10:20.210-04:00Come See About MeSo. It's been one heck of a summer so far. I [Erika] don't even know where to start, really. So many things have happened. And it's all 100% weird cause I don't have school to go back to in the fall [hopefully]. But yeah, like I said. Lots of things have happened. Both good and bad. And here's a list to fill all y'all in on my life. :)<br /><br /><div><div><strong>1. Tigers' game. </strong></div><br /><div>This has definitely been one of the highlights of the summer so far for me. Rebekah won Tigers tickets at a thing a few months ago, and let me tell you. They were GREAT seats. Rebekah and I were sitting on the 3rd baseline only about 15 rows back. Best seats I've ever had. It was spectacular despite the loss. And believe it or not, the good news doesn't end there! It was kids' day, so if you were with a kid, then you were able to go on the field w/ them as they ran the bases. So much fun. I can now say that I have been on the field at <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Comerica Park</span></strong>, ran the bases at <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tigers' Stadium</span></strong>, thrown a football on <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ford Field</span></strong>, and skated at the <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Joe Louis Arena</span></strong>. Palace of Auburn Hills, here I come. :)<br /></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345414561085931554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALVPaMVW1AZrn_Ysat8DlR1ozvNuIU4cQST2AeDlNNRJS2qPmGNq96kztFQzNZLaA8DFpS9y4g4UZT4FZI609uTVOKRZmVDPaPQAptXBba3_TZTcDOgl7T59QO9RTnxH2rsVlPb4IJYg/s320/tigers+dugout.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">In front of the Tigers' Dugout. Yeeaah. </div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345414553586662290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxaYBK1x7vWw64DSoH-4kfe21QtnMGZqhEUVlc1BEmM7T7kNPqe588fCPtj3ULCeyP6NFz-1zu6MlVeLfVuEHMn3O_4MY3not64aFcUqntwRNWrQpWBc13GGX9nP73NeqU2bjqtKbh8ho/s320/tigers+game.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">My Tiger: Brandon Inge. Adam's tiger: Gene Lamont</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div><strong>2. Weddings galore. </strong></div><div><strong></strong><br /></div><div>As you can see from Jessica's post a few down, we went to Alyssum's wedding. And then the very next weekend we went to Andrew's wedding. They were both fun. I love dancing at weddings. :) It's my favorite part. I'm still waiting for somebody to play <em>Boom Boom Pow</em>, though. Buter - it's all you. As for the ceremonies, they're nice too. . . but, I don't know. It's just weird seeing so many people my age getting married. Goodness. I'm not an adult yet! Why are people my age getting married?? But. It's been great for seeing all my friends. It'll be weird <em>not</em> going to a wedding this coming weekend. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345414552831410802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZWJXob0v83DeL572nnd9p9UDAuBOpfeteGl2lTIX30wh3C21nK0Zjz_pkyyQkgBOUDo6xzA0GLWSNGiQ-tC7-xoqXSutj96bfeyTPbW3vvtL2uQ322Oi5YeOLFcwrxbtTYjDClN75Mo/s320/andrew's+wedding.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345414551730643682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmXMlmVIyRwqMfZ-pVi81QLXuqr5TQn15mDC8YbMGMeeRApyKI4E2yilOagcjfXF_9PtWv97ICqan7nzoqEiHfIzNsExaH02-nXVCOLF8OE5z2OU1hCNGjFIgLtEd7rVI2xbfLMQexKw/s320/andrew's+wedding+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><strong>3. RED WINGS. </strong><br /></div><div>They are on their way to win their 2nd cup in 2 years. And I <strong>love</strong> that it is agains the babies of the NHL - Malkin and Crosby. Good gracious. Do I hate them! My hatred for Crosby rivals that of Barry Bonds and Kobe Bryant. And if you know me and my position on these people, you know that is <em>saying</em> something. But... *sigh* Zetterberg, Lidstrom, Datsyuk (welcome back, you were <em>missed), </em>Franzen, Maltby, Abdelkader (Who'd ever heard of this guy??), Osgood, Draper, Helm, Rafalski, Cleary, Filpulla, Hudler, Homstrom, Hossa, Kronwall, Samuelson, and any other Wing I might have missed, you all hold my heart. Thanks for being awesome. Also. Thanks, NBC for taking away JoeVision, I was really hoping that I wouldn't be able to go downtown and enjoy the game on the big screen. It's much appreciated. SIKE. </div><br /><div><strong>4. Job searching/Classing. </strong></div><br /><div>Yes. Classing - it's a word. It means to be in class and doing things for that class. Blah is what I have to say to this part. Blah. Blah. Blah. Who knew this is what came after graduation. Ok. I guess I did, but that doesn't mean I am enjoying it in anyway. But. Just so you know what I'm doing with my life, right now I'm just looking for a temporary job as I finish up my last class and prepare for my art show in the fall. I did get a job at Blockbuster [yes, with Jessica], and I have a couple other prospects right now... but I will mention those later if something actually comes from them. But for now, all I have to say is: jobs, class, loans, money [or lack thereof], and tuition - BOO! </div><br /><div><strong>5. Computer crash. . . ?</strong></div><br /><div>Yes. You read that right. My computer just might be done-for. Which totally sucks. And I don't really want to spend too much time writing about this cause it sucks, but. Yeah. I'm using Timmy and Rebekah's computer right now. :( My poor little Mac . . . Come back to me . . . please?</div><br /><br /><div><strong>6. Adam. </strong></div><br /><div>Haha. Yes, Adam - you get your own point. He and Hal (Whose birthday is today, by the way - happy birthday, Hal!!) came over to Jessica's house and we played [and won] games like Catchphrase and Uno attack. And then watched <em>Taken</em>. Great movie . . . I just wish it wasn't hyped <em>so</em> much [andrew...]. And our interactions w/ Adam don't end there. On Sunday, Jessica and I went to his church to hear his band play. Adam plays the bass, and it was great fun. We didn't even get lost on the way there. Or get a ticket because of Jessica's lead foot. But if you ever go to one of Adam's concerts, don't get excited if there is a microphone stand in front of him. He is probably not going to sing. Even though I wish that he <em>would</em>. And then we went to Red Robin for lunch. And Adam got egg on his burger. Weird? Yes. Jessica, Hal, and I all got normal lunches. And it was fun. </div><br /><div></div><div>Umm.... I think that's about all I've got for you right now. Ooh. I did love the storms yesterday. You know, as long as they don't cause mass destruction, I am totally fascinated by storms. </div><br /><div>Also. One more thing. I'm reading <em>Captivating</em>, and it's so good so far. :) </div><br /><div></div><div>Ok. That is all. </div><div>Peace out. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-88332735989224561572009-06-02T08:00:00.002-04:002009-06-02T08:00:02.027-04:00Don't You Want MeWell, it's another summer at Blockbuster for me (Jessica), so I'm back to reviewing new movies in order to get a blog quota.<br /><br />He's Just Not That Into You (PG-13)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV60qelYNFAzEsEeu8V_2qmNa_AgYz_Pdz4BsbaHAL2A73x9y7QO25j_oNv5Q4Fl7K7_zd8w6ox0JUKK0XSxQY_VOTJsr8dnpbuxgOgzM-84ZeWr6CVSKpaUTBUEnsP2WAxefT0mtNLIs/s1600-h/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV60qelYNFAzEsEeu8V_2qmNa_AgYz_Pdz4BsbaHAL2A73x9y7QO25j_oNv5Q4Fl7K7_zd8w6ox0JUKK0XSxQY_VOTJsr8dnpbuxgOgzM-84ZeWr6CVSKpaUTBUEnsP2WAxefT0mtNLIs/s320/HesJustNotThatIntoYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342137922238088370" border="0" /></a>This was one that I personally loved. On Valentine's day earlier in the year, Erika, Kate, and I went and saw this in the theater and it kind of opened my eyes a bit to what guys may be thinking...especially in the whole "pre-dating" mode. I think that the 2nd time around, it was still just as good for me. I'd have to give it 3 1/2 stars.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0IeXqvFR6HI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0IeXqvFR6HI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />However.<br /><br />My mom, dad, and brother all didn't care for the movie. Maybe you can only appreciate it if you're a single girl who doesn't understand what guys are thinking...I dunno. I liked it.<br /><br />Revolutionary Road (R) and Defiance (R) also come out this week, but we didn't get them in time for me to rent them before they're released to the public. But from the previews, I can't say that I'm heartbroken I didn't get to watch them early...<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NM0tHz-4xQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_NM0tHz-4xQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6c2CavFaKgw&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6c2CavFaKgw&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I saw the new Pixar movie, UP, and it was great. I was scared out of my mind, considering it was in 3D (for those of you who don't know, 3D is one of my worst fears, 2nd only to 4D movies...) but it was super cute and not actually scary. It was right up there with Toy Story in greatness. LOVED it.<br /><br />On a separate entertainment note, last Friday was Jay Leno's last Late Show, so here's a clip from one of his "Jaywalking" tournaments as a tribute to my favorite nighttime talk show host:<br /><object height="296" width="512"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/aol/http%3A%2F%2Fvideo%2Eaol%2Ecom%2Fvideo%2Dsearch%2Fquery%2Fjaywalking%20channel%3A%22Hulu%20on%20AOL%22%2Ffamilyfilter%2F1%2Ftype%2Fstandard%2Fthiscountry%2F1/embed/RXrI5XkRcbjYXs2QnJmpZg"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/aol/http%3A%2F%2Fvideo%2Eaol%2Ecom%2Fvideo%2Dsearch%2Fquery%2Fjaywalking%20channel%3A%22Hulu%20on%20AOL%22%2Ffamilyfilter%2F1%2Ftype%2Fstandard%2Fthiscountry%2F1/embed/RXrI5XkRcbjYXs2QnJmpZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="296" width="512"></embed></object><br /><br />"Well that's boring."<br />Oh Adrien. :)Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-3943394606202218432009-05-31T19:21:00.006-04:002009-05-31T20:04:26.177-04:00Green EyesGreen eyed Alyssum finally went and got herself married to her Canadian. And we saw it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwP8_fnW_-blaTXDliFH15hSBxi0dC7M0jGlfKGWroouVXLAAgO-HV2uiOKBYIlmrJyF8k8Lm8KZv2HtOuI0iuanqdDhVKVYVgb_R7Mny2XAN0NuL2MXx8r7CCUaKCi9gA0E-yv5VdDg0/s1600-h/20090530_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwP8_fnW_-blaTXDliFH15hSBxi0dC7M0jGlfKGWroouVXLAAgO-HV2uiOKBYIlmrJyF8k8Lm8KZv2HtOuI0iuanqdDhVKVYVgb_R7Mny2XAN0NuL2MXx8r7CCUaKCi9gA0E-yv5VdDg0/s320/20090530_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135791673885858" border="0" /></a>Yesterday, we (me-Jessica, Erika, Kate, and Andrew) made the perilous journey into the frozen winter wasteland of Canada to watch the nuptials of Alyssum and Matt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9EeQKwsrTZU2Ay7bmgTpR2E9hyphenhyphenssaccgqqrkQ6KzbAWL9GNaOd9NJdFMla9EuNBKOfE4-L63dYrDWO5r-35AdvjOySWc66Ck25TYSz0QdaxIaiB0fy7w0KammP4NGns5CrC9_JFwbN8/s1600-h/20090530_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9EeQKwsrTZU2Ay7bmgTpR2E9hyphenhyphenssaccgqqrkQ6KzbAWL9GNaOd9NJdFMla9EuNBKOfE4-L63dYrDWO5r-35AdvjOySWc66Ck25TYSz0QdaxIaiB0fy7w0KammP4NGns5CrC9_JFwbN8/s320/20090530_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342136989524001554" border="0" /></a>We got held up at the border for a little bit going into Canada (the border patrol man was <span style="font-style: italic;">totally </span>flirting with Kate)...and got lost in the cones trying to get to the bridge...and we pulled up to the border way before we were supposed to. It's quite confusing...they should have more signs telling us newbies what to do. But at least we didn't get so lost that we missed the entrance into Canada and went back to the States like Jamie. :)<br /><br />Once we hit the border, we realized that we left the wedding present in Kate's room. We're a bunch of geniuses.<br /><br />The ceremony was great and the dancing afterward at the reception was even better. But even better than that were the bikers that were chillin' outside of banquet hall. Kate was in love...with the bikers...and the border patrolman...and a Canadian.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVaVieEkOuvWxjirPpoWfwSCA41YpyLp5I9k-0iCns2kL758tE6HSw-zXQnvIFyGIOVD8xABo4iWet1GsuFFbNJGyKy7yfVgTa3qZ-4dfuzbv3zOUw1qv-f-xRyForMrc80c16W8S5Y0/s1600-h/20090530_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVaVieEkOuvWxjirPpoWfwSCA41YpyLp5I9k-0iCns2kL758tE6HSw-zXQnvIFyGIOVD8xABo4iWet1GsuFFbNJGyKy7yfVgTa3qZ-4dfuzbv3zOUw1qv-f-xRyForMrc80c16W8S5Y0/s320/20090530_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135801932726610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwcQtDpEUgdpEIaOGvAlSrcFTSZ8fQ_sQsgg0J6wbsawzJ8vIj8qRNbmCIKmksyT7vZZU4P-xxseqBMIVZ3JU3Ucgqqkvdoq8zmURLfaqjE6ujsiB1F9k5Z0BUDJOb7tvSGC1UmYrOZE/s1600-h/20090530_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrwcQtDpEUgdpEIaOGvAlSrcFTSZ8fQ_sQsgg0J6wbsawzJ8vIj8qRNbmCIKmksyT7vZZU4P-xxseqBMIVZ3JU3Ucgqqkvdoq8zmURLfaqjE6ujsiB1F9k5Z0BUDJOb7tvSGC1UmYrOZE/s320/20090530_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135812676618290" border="0" /></a>The way back to the US was pretty uneventful until we made it to the border again. I was really excited because I had won a bet with Adam, so I was texting him...and the border patrol man said something to the effect of "any other border patrol man would have gone (pardon my...or rather...his french) 'ape shit' on me for having my phone out and we'd get stuck in an hour long process of being checked at the border." Again, more signs with more directions would have been appreciated.<br /><br />We're so lucky that we didn't get arrested or detained on this trip...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylBMsTdkze5dULOev3eikwSpSloXq94xnzPGF01HW3JWIo2qWKz7FqE3YMWcO-2BYT94SDypTJk5roHKnfXN9gTBu16j8k0HDAQYCzh5EOc34tM-QukWHx7oK2s0rlmpw6i38IewrAU8/s1600-h/20090530_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylBMsTdkze5dULOev3eikwSpSloXq94xnzPGF01HW3JWIo2qWKz7FqE3YMWcO-2BYT94SDypTJk5roHKnfXN9gTBu16j8k0HDAQYCzh5EOc34tM-QukWHx7oK2s0rlmpw6i38IewrAU8/s320/20090530_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135807602665298" border="0" /></a><br /><br />P.S. On a side note, last week, Erika, Kate, Adam, and Hal came over and we had a game/movie night. I would just like it to be known that Adam and Hal lost to a bunch of girls while playing Catchphrase. For shame.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-83638898864493701402009-04-28T00:17:00.009-04:002009-04-28T00:44:53.880-04:00Chocolate RainWhat do you do when it's hotter than the blazes in your dorm room and all of your Easter chocolate is melting?<br /><br />Have a fondue night, of course!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW56RWwc2adJH9EI-nWEv76xxRzNb94MyBOIggPfyNLykGNiAFoXZmr0GRzjLaWCJdPszkTk7OqcbEMIpyfx2UXG3HSegk915BNrQqv-xa7JccpRjWmxuBp5vud5fkM8OjSz6GCBaDxs/s1600-h/20090423_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW56RWwc2adJH9EI-nWEv76xxRzNb94MyBOIggPfyNLykGNiAFoXZmr0GRzjLaWCJdPszkTk7OqcbEMIpyfx2UXG3HSegk915BNrQqv-xa7JccpRjWmxuBp5vud5fkM8OjSz6GCBaDxs/s320/20090423_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329592470772556642" border="0" /></a>No, we didn't melt our already melting chocolate, but we did have a fondue party nonetheless and it was the best. First, I (Jessica) dropped my Hannah Montana sunglasses in the fondue. Then a bunch of really cool people came over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijv5hRPnQyMC6wqlnWFPx1RDwdsxXuaE_tIkbUEK29aNWOwzIxoV0vlKo45HkQR9jaQYPj320ygbXgzhQNZNq608wPOknJJMmPW0MNIcvgJAhN169ThvQ2ocqJTxc6JMKdOV2h8HcApwg/s1600-h/20090423_0009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijv5hRPnQyMC6wqlnWFPx1RDwdsxXuaE_tIkbUEK29aNWOwzIxoV0vlKo45HkQR9jaQYPj320ygbXgzhQNZNq608wPOknJJMmPW0MNIcvgJAhN169ThvQ2ocqJTxc6JMKdOV2h8HcApwg/s320/20090423_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593332508875010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeAgH597KnbsAoBgEwQ0iVmJeiA_w8zqaf_Rz4Ceg7YE3Tpi8xbufYHyZ2uPUjaYCoZue_q9J6WmLklQ2LdAQdOVNoslIOhRYbWf0lYfxQvFis5EUsAkTKMc8Zbce8QPoMSa6XejA9lI/s1600-h/20090423_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeAgH597KnbsAoBgEwQ0iVmJeiA_w8zqaf_Rz4Ceg7YE3Tpi8xbufYHyZ2uPUjaYCoZue_q9J6WmLklQ2LdAQdOVNoslIOhRYbWf0lYfxQvFis5EUsAkTKMc8Zbce8QPoMSa6XejA9lI/s320/20090423_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329595959130222626" border="0" /></a>And then more really cool people came over.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoek9WKI3pvsLYN2hjekEEneTbF7Ye1bV5QP0f0d6Bxme7MktZGT9o0IbJZ-PMHRIZo-862ppV8pTQRTFLLp1-gzpGyY3-w_YXc6E7po7A4FHG2LHtiqZ-jERBQBH0Klr_V8iFnRwewE/s1600-h/20090423_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoek9WKI3pvsLYN2hjekEEneTbF7Ye1bV5QP0f0d6Bxme7MktZGT9o0IbJZ-PMHRIZo-862ppV8pTQRTFLLp1-gzpGyY3-w_YXc6E7po7A4FHG2LHtiqZ-jERBQBH0Klr_V8iFnRwewE/s320/20090423_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593338132644114" border="0" /></a> And then we cleaned up.<br /><br />It was awesome.<br /><br />On Friday, Kate went home for a job interview (and it was a success I might add), so Erika and I were on our own. We watched John Tucker Must Die and I think almost an entire season of FRIENDS. We also went to McDonald's looking like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjlEzfhKbNE-3xr7PMq0puZZCnCV5697c1qHZxMUaSLZDMCWwZjm3lzgkZv_OwTHPACrucYPLgarCSMY34DukFWxlJ702ZHc2yEH6rRgB2u85wZ6NZ47kgI_S43rKDNxV97vovQNYNr8/s1600-h/20090424_0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjlEzfhKbNE-3xr7PMq0puZZCnCV5697c1qHZxMUaSLZDMCWwZjm3lzgkZv_OwTHPACrucYPLgarCSMY34DukFWxlJ702ZHc2yEH6rRgB2u85wZ6NZ47kgI_S43rKDNxV97vovQNYNr8/s320/20090424_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329593344624276930" border="0" /></a>Yikes.<br /><br />On Saturday, it was just a lazy day afternoon. I'm trying to get Erika hooked on the TV show, Chuck, and I think...I think...it might be working.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKwbNu3oR0k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKwbNu3oR0k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Chuck is just so cute and endearing :)<br /><br />After this, we went and saw 17 Again in the theaters.<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CW9TkWY6Cng&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CW9TkWY6Cng&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br />#1 - Zac Efron = SO HOT.<br />#2 - I haven't laughed that hard in the movie theater since I don't know when..<br />#3 - We popped our own popcorn and snuck it into the theater.<br />#4 - Zac Efron = SO HOT.<br /><br />On Sunday, it was back to the daily grind. I went to the photo lab and printed this picture for our "solitude" assignment, and three things came of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68xEthoLZyUlaNDCmtdk75foooCqC16rCp7Fjsjx_LDhSV8p57RTqyE9xJdQSQQObE30ZsPFSxMzcoiIXflZ2mAb98Ad86WY4187p_I0veAwKVjPiwr_PN-_eOpPwgbQAZnXf1rNTI88/s1600-h/solitude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68xEthoLZyUlaNDCmtdk75foooCqC16rCp7Fjsjx_LDhSV8p57RTqyE9xJdQSQQObE30ZsPFSxMzcoiIXflZ2mAb98Ad86WY4187p_I0veAwKVjPiwr_PN-_eOpPwgbQAZnXf1rNTI88/s320/solitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329595001429163618" border="0" /></a>#1 - I was able to print it in one shot...that never happens. What usually takes me 3 hours to make, only took me 45 minutes.<br />#2 - I kind of electrocuted myself a little bit while in the lab, but I'm ok now. Lesson learned = stay away from outlets after handling prints in the stop bath...<br />#3 - Everyone in my class loved it in the in class review.<br /><br />And this is the last picture I printed...it was supposed to be a Christian photograph. It also got rave reviews :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtPnBN2w39r8WPfvwcW7-rCK9F7kt9gGL6tcyoTf4CkE6Wp8nT4ZX4ntgLay1PhyphenhyphenCxdU8WBYY_3g_-QUK8Gn5WFbg_hGgksNXpNArvqAjf6qUQaELmnekZWt3zhbOOcc9MqPYIlkH980/s1600-h/erikafeet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtPnBN2w39r8WPfvwcW7-rCK9F7kt9gGL6tcyoTf4CkE6Wp8nT4ZX4ntgLay1PhyphenhyphenCxdU8WBYY_3g_-QUK8Gn5WFbg_hGgksNXpNArvqAjf6qUQaELmnekZWt3zhbOOcc9MqPYIlkH980/s320/erikafeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329597446383248066" border="0" /></a>It's also better looking in person.<br /><br />That's pretty much it, I think...I'm probably forgetting something...but that will get added eventually, I guess...<br /><br />P.S. One day, Ryan Ploch will be famous.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-41001911900749819122009-04-19T12:53:00.004-04:002009-04-19T13:46:28.486-04:00We Win!This is epic.<br /><br />This is the first blog since August that Erika and I have actually written TOGETHER.<br />Yowzas.<br /><br />Also epic: this weekend.<br />It included Relay for Life, Mario Kart tourneys, baseball games, Taco Bell, Meijer runs, Friends marathons...and CORN DOGS (or, as labeled, corn battered frankfurters on a stick).<br /><br />#1 - Relay for Life.<br />It was a pretty dinky turnout this year, but our team raised 1/5 of the total money earned.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf46V9OPRVGb6Ub-EjAucsQCIYswVNcSYxQ0Va2jwlAk5jamrwHoB2bd9_4XSRlBLzbi_t1Hf9vwK0wOjOgL7606_o_vgDnZKxdhhluqq8Mgn6G_6V893QtRLu1cFKnXcADUNCxO7Cjs/s1600-h/20090417_0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451766161732946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf46V9OPRVGb6Ub-EjAucsQCIYswVNcSYxQ0Va2jwlAk5jamrwHoB2bd9_4XSRlBLzbi_t1Hf9vwK0wOjOgL7606_o_vgDnZKxdhhluqq8Mgn6G_6V893QtRLu1cFKnXcADUNCxO7Cjs/s320/20090417_0008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Also, When the Clouds Run for Cover played a concert for us<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwXdQ5UL0cdGrancgYqgCT4EVSKgRwxYLipjtKWHdC02oJcAuodIf1tRNGNoz4o9j-5v8qg2gwzOzilSjFkFc_BcMcnoIdkHsMJbDgSKRGT20gf8kwjdj5mGJS-_iTOGWwyotH7LeI48/s1600-h/20090417_0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451771117239250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwXdQ5UL0cdGrancgYqgCT4EVSKgRwxYLipjtKWHdC02oJcAuodIf1tRNGNoz4o9j-5v8qg2gwzOzilSjFkFc_BcMcnoIdkHsMJbDgSKRGT20gf8kwjdj5mGJS-_iTOGWwyotH7LeI48/s320/20090417_0011.JPG" border="0" /></a>and Erika I walked a total of 2 hours around the track with lots of fun people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZfN3gIyPWixTNsJIa6NtoHoPNvCBLUhUv89OrYgXs9pr94aeLVA4MdAVV7Rd7GxMw00ehFX5AR5uN84wdvDDUJEKe3cUIjQ_cMkPn2T1fAnUgQefsbpXGaUFD4DOvhvOk97Clzh0ZvM/s1600-h/20090417_0024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451780541124242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZfN3gIyPWixTNsJIa6NtoHoPNvCBLUhUv89OrYgXs9pr94aeLVA4MdAVV7Rd7GxMw00ehFX5AR5uN84wdvDDUJEKe3cUIjQ_cMkPn2T1fAnUgQefsbpXGaUFD4DOvhvOk97Clzh0ZvM/s320/20090417_0024.JPG" border="0" /></a>Pablo made another appearance this year and enjoyed it thoroughly, mostly due to the fact that he never got kidnapped. He just got loved on by a little girl.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyp3p3PWf7tAG2mxc6eiAkALfnJEFHv3PxYLBfL4CadXQWfSVO5t5Qer2Vwre3yJS0ceugYBxKd6n8UCXN-iqHrqQzeOB-vUC_kZ7QieLsHFCXr0Ib3KVcZAgP4ShE3zChR3ANWo0E0H4/s1600-h/20090417_0014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451774867557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyp3p3PWf7tAG2mxc6eiAkALfnJEFHv3PxYLBfL4CadXQWfSVO5t5Qer2Vwre3yJS0ceugYBxKd6n8UCXN-iqHrqQzeOB-vUC_kZ7QieLsHFCXr0Ib3KVcZAgP4ShE3zChR3ANWo0E0H4/s320/20090417_0014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />#2 - Mario Kart Tourneys<br />We SLAUGHTERED Adam in MK. A lot of talk for someone with very little game ;)<br />As if anyone could hope to beat us.<br /><br />#3 - Baseball game<br />This was the first athletic event that Erika and I had been to all year. Quite a big difference from last year. Our team is pretty much amazing, as usual. And the sun was shining, which was glorious. The only not glorious thing was the ladies behind us who were talking about us like we couldn't hear them. Too bad for them, I have super sonic hearing when it comes to eavesdropping, not real life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Rsa9amH_LlYl-15HnLLX5v6SiNz-2Q3EIizgUj0NEEMYkmnGs4CeGj3agfrRGyWCtVe2iT4YuSIuiZXEozMVLh4G1Oz-MnvM9obSSe88hGURW_87UQ3iwRkQ0NbuVvopPYa4dhawUBI/s1600-h/20090418_0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451782946147394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Rsa9amH_LlYl-15HnLLX5v6SiNz-2Q3EIizgUj0NEEMYkmnGs4CeGj3agfrRGyWCtVe2iT4YuSIuiZXEozMVLh4G1Oz-MnvM9obSSe88hGURW_87UQ3iwRkQ0NbuVvopPYa4dhawUBI/s320/20090418_0004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />#4 - Taco Bell<br />Tasty as always, and I won $25 off of my cup! YAY!<br /><br />#5 - Meijer run<br />Erika and I witnessed a sight not suitable for the internet. But we also got the makings for fondue and we got corn dogs!!<br /><br />#6 - Friends marathon<br />Is any weekend without our favorite friends a complete one? I think not. They'll be there for us!<br /><br />#7 - CORN DOGS!!<br />When you mix corn dogs with Friends marathons, life is just that much more worth living :)<br /><br />Other than that, it's hotter than the blazes in our dorm room, so I'm going to go to the art building now to do photo stuff and Erika is going to cut her toe off in protest.<br /><br />Ok, Peace out.<br />Jerica Mellens<br /><br />PS - Red Wings are totally dominating. Series: 2-0. For those of you who live under a rock.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-25784738071831044162009-04-15T17:52:00.007-04:002009-04-15T18:06:18.526-04:00Let's Go to the ZooFor Easter, my (Jessica's) parents took me to the Cleveland Zoo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedK-kQ7yac0RXuLvuPiEXeRc_HPs0-AOog4UatS-m1YNVrj4wDc8P3qgGD5myrhQQPCkfk_8g0HwaWQCJ-fkE3pMZjX11bYvM7H1hYlKyjEM-PZSu9g34asQqXC1GcUPsRJXnykukG1Y/s1600-h/20090410_0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedK-kQ7yac0RXuLvuPiEXeRc_HPs0-AOog4UatS-m1YNVrj4wDc8P3qgGD5myrhQQPCkfk_8g0HwaWQCJ-fkE3pMZjX11bYvM7H1hYlKyjEM-PZSu9g34asQqXC1GcUPsRJXnykukG1Y/s320/20090410_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325040414384813106" border="0" /></a><br />Contrary to popular belief, I do not think that this zoo belongs in the top 5 in the US...or whatever it's ranked...<br /><br />I love the Detroit Zoo. It was the first ever zoo that allowed animals to live in their "natural habitats" as opposed to keeping them in cages, like the Cleveland Zoo. Boo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlF-pNMjd6f0eHlxSzkGpq5SU9XCKN-SNoQHCtwQQkLCWeRtQ4QUq9hRUFC0e_XaH6ZAIaVH70PzFll5QzN6-XU3bN5N1JJcI9NFDNTtNq4dD2vZSw_vL6L9rpJ4X8puHkcYv5s9wvCSc/s1600-h/jaguar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlF-pNMjd6f0eHlxSzkGpq5SU9XCKN-SNoQHCtwQQkLCWeRtQ4QUq9hRUFC0e_XaH6ZAIaVH70PzFll5QzN6-XU3bN5N1JJcI9NFDNTtNq4dD2vZSw_vL6L9rpJ4X8puHkcYv5s9wvCSc/s320/jaguar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325041167289131442" border="0" /></a>Free - YAY!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VS.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherLHrWmYxDJdrOFv1KBr-UMLiNVknw3Hh8h-ckT2MGqapxJIvKEoSDR5C9Fww_0IgUovkYfWTQEh4n6-4kVMLfDJ26TudFTLowZfmDi5I2i4yG3OeSs8dnRusPYAWZVdxsjHSJ1rEf7g/s1600-h/20090410_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherLHrWmYxDJdrOFv1KBr-UMLiNVknw3Hh8h-ckT2MGqapxJIvKEoSDR5C9Fww_0IgUovkYfWTQEh4n6-4kVMLfDJ26TudFTLowZfmDi5I2i4yG3OeSs8dnRusPYAWZVdxsjHSJ1rEf7g/s320/20090410_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325040963638127554" border="0" /></a>Not free - Poor little jaguar :(<br /><br /></div>But it was nice to get a little time off and go on a vacation with the family. Even if this monkey didn't think so. He's mostly mad that he's in a cage :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1HaxkiXTehyphenhyphenBf06HxEjihsGaCdEUFerFYWmSf9khcS2NMegOhDf8jW5sJq2mPxEiLHG7CdVgrijNmVr99pDLRS-MuQtSz47p2AK8L5p4mz-AkJLZI_ZoCsTbNcuncqp7rp0pwo0M4sk/s1600-h/20090410_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1HaxkiXTehyphenhyphenBf06HxEjihsGaCdEUFerFYWmSf9khcS2NMegOhDf8jW5sJq2mPxEiLHG7CdVgrijNmVr99pDLRS-MuQtSz47p2AK8L5p4mz-AkJLZI_ZoCsTbNcuncqp7rp0pwo0M4sk/s320/20090410_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325041813106352258" border="0" /></a>Poor little monkey.<br /><br />In better news, one of my photos from photography class got hung up on the "Photo of the Week" wall! Yay!! I'll scan a copy in...eventually...as soon as I get to the library...but it won't be the exact picture, because that one's ON THE WALL!!!!<br /><br />Oh. Lastly...<br /><br />Animals Rule!Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-90975312529199495922009-04-11T13:31:00.008-04:002009-04-13T10:57:05.143-04:00Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)For those of you who don't know, I [Erika] am a sports fan. I love all sports... well... almost all sports. I'm not a golf fan or a nascar fan... or any other weird sports fan. But I<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"> love</span> hockey, baseball, basketball, and football. Not necessarily in that order... although hockey <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">is</span> my favorite.<br /><br />Since I have this love for sports, I have chosen a soulmate from all of my favorite teams. Now, a soulmate is very different from favorite player. For example, my favorite Piston is Tayshaun Prince, but he is not my soulmate for 2 main reasons: 1. He is too old for me. and 2. He is married. So the rules for soulmates are that they must be unmarried, and they must be close to my age. And once I pick a soulmate, I am loyal to that soulmate until they are traded or leave the team for some other reason.<br /><br />Now that you know the basic rules for soulmate picking, it's time for me to share who mine are. I have one from the Red Wings, Tigers, Pistons, and.... Lions... I think. I don't pick college soulmates cause... well the longest they can be my soulmate is for 4 years... and... well, I just don't.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Red Wings</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br />Soulmate:</span> Jiri Hudler - 3 years older than me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKsoNdNxmo7osfga_VYlMKjsZezETSJCsPm4rjAmbTtvrrcKGha_-rh-Fxc6kOWSzZBMEQyuwVUmYU4Vs8Lcd-eSfxwcO-7fG8En2t6tccZrPzfRMWVofn1MufxWvvZ5u7Tn-zoPoPVc/s1600-h/080531_Hudler.h2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323503549229743330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKsoNdNxmo7osfga_VYlMKjsZezETSJCsPm4rjAmbTtvrrcKGha_-rh-Fxc6kOWSzZBMEQyuwVUmYU4Vs8Lcd-eSfxwcO-7fG8En2t6tccZrPzfRMWVofn1MufxWvvZ5u7Tn-zoPoPVc/s320/080531_Hudler.h2.jpg" border="0" /></a>I just decided this last night. It was between him, Jonathan Ericsson and Vlaterri Fillpula. And I know it's risky cause Hudler might be leaving at the end of the season. But... he's just so great. By great, I mean not necessarily skill-wise, because I think Filpulla might have the edge on him there, but I mean he's just so endearing. He always seems so happy. Happy Hudler. He was also the reason the Wings won the first shoot-out that I had ever seen. And his interview afterwards was so great. The person asked him what was going through his mind as he skated out to center ice and he said, "Don't fall... Don't fall... Don't fall." Hahaha. So great.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Favorite:</span> Undecided<br />This always stresses me out. I just can't choose. And when I think I can... Like... Zetterberg, for example [he's always high on the list]. I start thinking about how great he is and how he should be my favorite. Then Franzen pops into my head. SO great. Then Datsyuk pops into my head. SO great. Then the old favorites pop into my head - Maltby, Draper, McCarty. Also great. Then Lidstrom pops into my head... and it's about at that time that I just resign to the fact that I can't choose one favorite Wing.<br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Tigers</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Soulmate:</span> Curtis Granderson - 6 years older than me<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeo257_vqAlu8NZhmZYvyRB1z6CfAL5oeIcOhRWx3HN5oF_yckj5kTFCrafHhKoJ2fL1dDtLq8TL6B8LOjg6g_zjmyM7oJZINnwCBxW89t3Ff3sH54uzr35yZqf_x4wpDNvTtoCWhoDE/s1600-h/n178200370_30333288_697.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323503553766544082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeo257_vqAlu8NZhmZYvyRB1z6CfAL5oeIcOhRWx3HN5oF_yckj5kTFCrafHhKoJ2fL1dDtLq8TL6B8LOjg6g_zjmyM7oJZINnwCBxW89t3Ff3sH54uzr35yZqf_x4wpDNvTtoCWhoDE/s320/n178200370_30333288_697.jpg" border="0" /></a>I think this choice is pretty self-explanatory. Even though 6 years is a bit of a stretch, how can I <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">not</span> choose Granderson? He's great. In all aspects. He's a <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">great</span> player - how many triples? And just take a look at that picture. What a catch. And he's smart. Read his blog - great writer. And, let's be real, he's attractive. Great all-around soulmate for sure.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Favorite:</span> Brandon Inge<br />I was excited... but worried when they signed Cabrera. Cause I have always loved Inge and I didn't want him to be released or traded. I'm sooo glad they got things straightened out. Inge has been my favorite since the Tigers sucked and he will be until he leaves. For reasons like yesterday in the home opener - he made a <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">spec</span>tacular catch. So great.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Pistons</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Soulmate:</span> Amir Johnson - about 3 months older than me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDj4IWmo19qV9-nEpbPWVV6fG5kKtYs8-5C1yue6PcqeEtpBGdrmH_r6QCDrq9qGdwfTRleQK8XYBTLFX00tEbHOtkLne8bJHp6HgdbOE9Zkv4ku1rMEXn-acQRekqEfB1YN9Amn36YFg/s1600-h/amir-johnson-dunking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323503551544488162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDj4IWmo19qV9-nEpbPWVV6fG5kKtYs8-5C1yue6PcqeEtpBGdrmH_r6QCDrq9qGdwfTRleQK8XYBTLFX00tEbHOtkLne8bJHp6HgdbOE9Zkv4ku1rMEXn-acQRekqEfB1YN9Amn36YFg/s320/amir-johnson-dunking.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This choice shows my loyalty to my soulmates. Back when the Pistons were good, like - really good, they picked up a player that was the same age as me. At the time, 18. I was immediatly excited about this and chose him as my soulmate. He was actually the first of any of my sports soulmates. He has since come a long way with the Pistons. From being a bench warmer to an actual player, he has been an exciting soulmate to watch. But, to be honest, if I hadn't already picked Amir, <em>Rodney</em> Stuckey would be my soulmate. But, hey! No regrets. :)<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Favorite:</span> Tayshaun Prince<br />Ever since Tayshaun made the "block heard 'round the world" on Reggie Miller, he has been and forever will be my favorite. I also just love his quiet style of play. I still say he's way underrated.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Lions</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Soulmate:</span> Calvin Johnson - 2 years older than me.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXRqyjzyBRg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXRqyjzyBRg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Much like Granderson, I think this choice is pretty self-explanatory. He's the best player on the Lions. And I have always been a sucker for wide receivers, running backs, and corner backs. And, whataya know - Calvin Johnson's a wide receiver, and excellent one at that. It was a travesty that he wasn't in the Pro Bowl last year. Just cause he's on the worst team.... ever, doesn't mean that he's not <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">great</span>.<br /><br />Favorite: Calvin Johnson<br />Let's be real... I don't have much to choose from when it comes to the Lions. So my soulmate and favorite are the same.<br /><br />So there ya have it.<br />I love sports and those that play sports. I also love the sunshine and warmth we've been having lately. Just to throw that out there. :)<br /><br />Ok, peace out.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-53357664980408508852009-03-30T22:50:00.008-04:002009-03-30T23:40:00.825-04:00Walk Like an EgyptianErika and I were observing a cultural phenomenon the other day.<br /><br />While walking to McDonald's for some weekend ice cream, we discussed a drama class that I took in 7th grade where we analyzed the way that people walked. These are some of the things that my drama teacher said you could assume about people by their walking body language.<br /><br />*Disclaimer: If you walk like one of these things and are offended by the description, it's not my theory. Don't even try to get mad at me, Andrew.<br /><br />Walk #1 - The Sasquatch (my name for it, not his)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Jkus4xVE87UbCLHJnhKMPdZLYhE6W-g2WxeK-XHdFxBkgNHxog-pWwqKroL6f2Cu_wpksCxGDIlo5hCuErKIdL6O8M5D4vqCa7-jS1flc2_ClDqEUTjvIost2SmyE-Ibfn8GW2Vnz8E/s1600-h/sasquatch01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Jkus4xVE87UbCLHJnhKMPdZLYhE6W-g2WxeK-XHdFxBkgNHxog-pWwqKroL6f2Cu_wpksCxGDIlo5hCuErKIdL6O8M5D4vqCa7-jS1flc2_ClDqEUTjvIost2SmyE-Ibfn8GW2Vnz8E/s320/sasquatch01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319190698559056130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4G-OF0F9CFubEHRnuLLK_RkDkCGXyZRq442f7QGkkXS2XmMIfUE2FkDgVe3ukVwiOBgnZIlJh0RjvGTeArmcBJJPE5oWVwfRj7-1ASXGY2ZeoxeQ11HAU0Q9e7XBFFaWpCvJlL4-ZOPc/s1600-h/runrunrun-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4G-OF0F9CFubEHRnuLLK_RkDkCGXyZRq442f7QGkkXS2XmMIfUE2FkDgVe3ukVwiOBgnZIlJh0RjvGTeArmcBJJPE5oWVwfRj7-1ASXGY2ZeoxeQ11HAU0Q9e7XBFFaWpCvJlL4-ZOPc/s320/runrunrun-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319190648304575682" border="0" /></a><br />Essentially, this is walking with your head far forward. It means that you're not really aware of others around you, nor do you care what they think. You're highly motivated, and might be a little socially awkward.<br /><br />Walk #2 - The Peacock<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlVnhRIpjjSJ_GLZAsikjS2N_DcgMRO6MYVp_bY8PW_J30F0WSbCUW5FYXXUtLsxfqTlPh3-GmCmjWDkGY5QJ-o-je0sRJEW7SOU0mUV3BjmmvWXWsNhVYU8ZX7w7C6GNMmIVHwmwTCs/s1600-h/peacock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlVnhRIpjjSJ_GLZAsikjS2N_DcgMRO6MYVp_bY8PW_J30F0WSbCUW5FYXXUtLsxfqTlPh3-GmCmjWDkGY5QJ-o-je0sRJEW7SOU0mUV3BjmmvWXWsNhVYU8ZX7w7C6GNMmIVHwmwTCs/s320/peacock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319190552400485282" border="0" /></a>This is when a person walks with their chest being the forward central point of their body. It's pretty much like you have a string around you, and whatever your walk type is, that's where the string is pulling you from. (I know this picture sucks, but it's the best I could find...)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvReBFbPG50yU6zsBu06xT78Gn15GmppcLOj49PwHvIgrnyP1q8Up4pYYi9_5sqyWVorst4WsvifhMXgtjecjy1iUrNnX0IzUEjwyDTGqjj-VfZhlk22cblYLN2iwESp-MmRpOPrxobA/s1600-h/main_variation_R642835_view_FRONT_306x333.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvReBFbPG50yU6zsBu06xT78Gn15GmppcLOj49PwHvIgrnyP1q8Up4pYYi9_5sqyWVorst4WsvifhMXgtjecjy1iUrNnX0IzUEjwyDTGqjj-VfZhlk22cblYLN2iwESp-MmRpOPrxobA/s320/main_variation_R642835_view_FRONT_306x333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319190448261641570" border="0" /></a>These people tend to be pretty well grounded, but depending on how far they stick their chest out can tell you how much they think of themselves. Super far out = pretty pompous. Erika is this walk but Erika is not pompous.<br /><br />Walk #3 - The Hipster<br /><br />This one is when you walk with your hips pulling you forward. I'm guilty of walking like this. I could not find a picture of this, but I did find a picture of a man doing an exercise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuY9vCKhP8OCY0CrnKeijpYar3jDvxEdpjlm-okYxPG9TCd8V6uf_IXWCxdi3qhkEy7bw_IBi0u8gsxcraeHrHL6rX0le4tiXj6yk5sHGli7TZJDwa6vnprv7I1LkVWdFiDkjoqPKt9c/s1600-h/item.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuY9vCKhP8OCY0CrnKeijpYar3jDvxEdpjlm-okYxPG9TCd8V6uf_IXWCxdi3qhkEy7bw_IBi0u8gsxcraeHrHL6rX0le4tiXj6yk5sHGli7TZJDwa6vnprv7I1LkVWdFiDkjoqPKt9c/s320/item.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319188576805356066" border="0" /></a>People who walk like this tend to be popular and have a lot of self-esteem...sometimes to the point of arrogance...Spot on.<br /><br />Walk #4 - The Sloucher<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0kF0NfuPhIBE4KApPS8MPzXdAweGRBTk1hdXD9EnXayycXt1URlMZaRvtVFNWigh3XwHsWkAGAj4N3Hhz0ex60HYzni_rxgry0ADcch-5-ivcHIbkNBn9iAO_UIPAFUDyIQ4vCqoTuQ/s1600-h/katie_slouch_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0kF0NfuPhIBE4KApPS8MPzXdAweGRBTk1hdXD9EnXayycXt1URlMZaRvtVFNWigh3XwHsWkAGAj4N3Hhz0ex60HYzni_rxgry0ADcch-5-ivcHIbkNBn9iAO_UIPAFUDyIQ4vCqoTuQ/s320/katie_slouch_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319189662142678850" border="0" /></a>These people walk with their shoulders forward. They usually have little to no self-esteem or have been made fun of for being tall and try to compensate by being "shorter." Sometimes, this one can be mistaken for the Sasquatch. Don't be fooled.<br /><br />So, that's all I want to talk about. Now you can all go around analyzing/judging people because of their walking habits.<br /><br />You're welcome.<br /><br />P.S. Emily, this one was for you. Not because I was thinking of a walk that you do, but now you have to get me a certain celebrity's phone number ;)Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-36127879378135311832009-03-23T23:48:00.012-04:002009-03-24T00:49:10.666-04:00Carolina on My MindBack by popular demand.<br />Sorry we have neglected for so long. I [Erika] am taking 18 credits this semester and it's whipping my butt. So that's my excuse. I'm not sure what Jessica's is. Maybe she will say in her next post. :) Whenever that may be.<br /><br />Lots has happened in our lives since our last post, obviously. But. I'll skip the play-by-play and just go straight to the newest most exciting information: SPRING BREAK!<br /><br />Yeah.<br />It happened last week and it was... marvelous. I really can't explain just how great it was. It was so nice to have a break from school. And a fun one at that. Jessica, Kate, Alyssum and I all headed down to Greenville, South Carolina for the week. And like I said. It was great. I think I'm gonna just do what I always do and make a list of the highlights for y'all. [Yes. the "y'all" was on purpose to get you all in the southern mindset].<br /><br />Ok. Highlights. And... go:<br /><br />1. On the way down we stopped at a gas station that was so old you couldn't even pay at the pump. It was great. And the people inside were so nice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YEQNdftquWm8jzs69mP8-j4XJzkeceRMDc1k0BBpqqYh1ktHmcUT9ASw68B8X1ICM2y5IH8BF74XgwVT9ykro6G4m6I7FJYStmxLFseCuFii65u6bJq6ODTeWSsZ5txiGCxd2r7YxwI/s1600-h/2629_513200406893_178200466_30778535_3367206_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YEQNdftquWm8jzs69mP8-j4XJzkeceRMDc1k0BBpqqYh1ktHmcUT9ASw68B8X1ICM2y5IH8BF74XgwVT9ykro6G4m6I7FJYStmxLFseCuFii65u6bJq6ODTeWSsZ5txiGCxd2r7YxwI/s320/2629_513200406893_178200466_30778535_3367206_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605375753780418" border="0" /></a>2. Alyssum/Jessica accidently super-sized it at Arby's. Hahaha. It was so funny.<br /><br />3. We ate in Buttermilk. Aka: the greatest place on earth where everything is funny.<br /><br />4. We called one of those "how's my driving?" numbers on the back of a semi to report a good driver. You could tell the phone lady wasn't used to that. And she called me "sir." Oiy.<br /><br />5. I saw a dead dog on the side of the road and Jessica and Kate took advantage of my dismay and took the... best... picture ever taken of me.<br /><br />6. Kate waved at a trucker who then followed us at a pretty high speed [for a semi] for quite a while.<br /><br />7. When we went to Sonic, there was somebody there w/ narcolepsy who had been there for hours and just kept passing out in the car. I'm not making this stuff up. I swear.<br /><br />8. The grass was <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">green</span>. And the sky was <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">blue</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbiOJxj8GRQVcWNBZSuXM19R9yvBetHI_GFwti9zkCwGTzSryeArOKpWl8s7yp-5K5iAZExphqm8V_W3F-ifZg8FfvpnnlrGjle74rX9kZlnK8ISA7jrhKH0mErV39t9lGWp6KAKbLxY/s1600-h/2629_513200566573_178200466_30778567_6131015_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbiOJxj8GRQVcWNBZSuXM19R9yvBetHI_GFwti9zkCwGTzSryeArOKpWl8s7yp-5K5iAZExphqm8V_W3F-ifZg8FfvpnnlrGjle74rX9kZlnK8ISA7jrhKH0mErV39t9lGWp6KAKbLxY/s320/2629_513200566573_178200466_30778567_6131015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605711570727682" border="0" /></a><br />9. We climbed on the waterfalls of Falls Park even though it's "strictly prohibited." Shh, don't tell. ;)<br /><br />10. We went to the "coolest toy store on the planet" and I thought a chair was a hat. Don't even hate on me. It would have been a sweet hat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-5_oUqS_bteKnbqWPJ8LADuWE6ot2nT5hZG8DnAV0x-J5ka_srVmuofHg-9Lw51YhBYG2jNq4AFpBsreSX5LdqpY19yBGr7vkjk33NJonYNiJUnwQH_DVjOyLC6zjEO8sE42FYL6plk/s1600-h/2629_513200621463_178200466_30778578_1130291_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-5_oUqS_bteKnbqWPJ8LADuWE6ot2nT5hZG8DnAV0x-J5ka_srVmuofHg-9Lw51YhBYG2jNq4AFpBsreSX5LdqpY19yBGr7vkjk33NJonYNiJUnwQH_DVjOyLC6zjEO8sE42FYL6plk/s320/2629_513200621463_178200466_30778578_1130291_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316606071356753602" border="0" /></a><br />11. Alyssum FELL. hahahahaha.<br /><br />12. We went downtown on the St. Patty's night for the Blarney Bash. Let me tell you. It was an experience:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpWIHpbKA58V4mqS4vgHLsKjyFVzxffNFkawetSXoiFxK7ScSLAp2-X9TeEKh6Hk1wmJ-yzt7E0n4yCET6jwNsLrk-3hLnrtYd0H2CfxVjiCsaBRAKUCeGpZPXdCA_fYDBjY_K6L4Quw/s1600-h/2629_513201834033_178200466_30778601_7210128_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpWIHpbKA58V4mqS4vgHLsKjyFVzxffNFkawetSXoiFxK7ScSLAp2-X9TeEKh6Hk1wmJ-yzt7E0n4yCET6jwNsLrk-3hLnrtYd0H2CfxVjiCsaBRAKUCeGpZPXdCA_fYDBjY_K6L4Quw/s320/2629_513201834033_178200466_30778601_7210128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316606429577172306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />13. There was a drunk couple there who.... well.... let's just say were a little too close to each other for too long in a far too public place.<br /><br />14. And. There was a "drunk" child. Ok... let's hope not literally, but it sure seemed like it.<br /><br />15. And. There was an Irish Gypsy Fairy Queen. She wanted to dance w/ everybody. But we wouldn't let her dance w/ us cause she was weird. And obviously we don't dance w/ weird people.<br /><br />16. Kate and I got a picture with the guitarist from Gypsy Soul - the band that was playing. They were really good, but the man held us a little too tight and too long for comfort. Haha.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAraHtl4AZFUSaSEtaUU8zQVFk_Iz3uD1wNjeQT2qg7E8EV9oTjuX9BMloHUtNVkD51kq5GjFuGuAW_G9eZkJmvszjKbSvlGspDPXlq4KjpmI9esNkQUcYbOiy9EvTKOnRHS91mZLxsew/s1600-h/2629_513201933833_178200466_30778620_364570_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAraHtl4AZFUSaSEtaUU8zQVFk_Iz3uD1wNjeQT2qg7E8EV9oTjuX9BMloHUtNVkD51kq5GjFuGuAW_G9eZkJmvszjKbSvlGspDPXlq4KjpmI9esNkQUcYbOiy9EvTKOnRHS91mZLxsew/s320/2629_513201933833_178200466_30778620_364570_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316606731041800146" border="0" /></a><br />17. A man with long braided pigtails [we now refer to him as Pocohontas] was impressed with how excellent we all smelled. What can I say? We aim to please.<br /><br />18. We went to Table Rock and went on a slew of adventures there too:<br /><br />19. A boy took his shirt off so that we could gaze lovingly at his muscles. Or lack thereof.<br /><br />20. Kate and Kendal and I went off the path quite a bit and always took the adventure way. Which means going over trees that would be much easier to go under. And Jessica and Alyssum did a great job taking beautiful pictures of it all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPWuW_h-Okxf_bw6nb0RL6qnlTAR-z5mtAA2-AvM0VvmplfCPZlAfTspy7LniskgFmEVrNsQaemhliMD2JGWXE36oLmP0gZ95vnZ1uICE0bmWFwfbWBqDxv-Ks6saIBonOGKJ50kH5L4/s1600-h/2629_513202083533_178200466_30778650_1358069_n-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPWuW_h-Okxf_bw6nb0RL6qnlTAR-z5mtAA2-AvM0VvmplfCPZlAfTspy7LniskgFmEVrNsQaemhliMD2JGWXE36oLmP0gZ95vnZ1uICE0bmWFwfbWBqDxv-Ks6saIBonOGKJ50kH5L4/s320/2629_513202083533_178200466_30778650_1358069_n-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607874789114706" border="0" /></a><br />21. Kate and I climbed a tree. Kate fell in a hole. Hahaha. Yes. I do get joy from seeing people fall, ok?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZy_iMEXE2Kl5eNH0FKCN_YedV6Gl0JittIy1zotbPOt1GMA0ym833uPsrx0mWe0VF2LcCPupSaOnJCijpMwMc4c_ENctOA3hPaUA05vA-kpSPA8snaQKjyz1BWzN0mwlriEvKNMAs0U/s1600-h/2629_513201963773_178200466_30778626_1940663_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZy_iMEXE2Kl5eNH0FKCN_YedV6Gl0JittIy1zotbPOt1GMA0ym833uPsrx0mWe0VF2LcCPupSaOnJCijpMwMc4c_ENctOA3hPaUA05vA-kpSPA8snaQKjyz1BWzN0mwlriEvKNMAs0U/s320/2629_513201963773_178200466_30778626_1940663_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316607387418906338" border="0" /></a><br />22. Jessica, Kate and Alyssum experienced Waffle House for the first time. They liked it... except for the gas that followed. Yes, I'm sure you alll wanted to know about that. :)<br /><br />23. Our waitress there said that we were all very polite and then compared us to teenagers. But it was all good in the 'hood cause she was so nice about it.<br /><br />24. Jessica and Kate are in love with the Game Show Network. And we almost got to be on it and talk to Carlton from Fresh Prince.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowZNQhdUScImgwDaCvW0nXwZKjHV_syY4AQoCGgfSWmMKnZ9rLGDroEOu1Sj9tjv5GJf4Nh9I5YepKaOrJ-8OwzAv-diluFUTWLROZW38mwSA6aVcp53_Rzr24OBlSSi5fl_eWzEZaIs/s1600-h/2629_513204184323_178200466_30778712_6114221_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowZNQhdUScImgwDaCvW0nXwZKjHV_syY4AQoCGgfSWmMKnZ9rLGDroEOu1Sj9tjv5GJf4Nh9I5YepKaOrJ-8OwzAv-diluFUTWLROZW38mwSA6aVcp53_Rzr24OBlSSi5fl_eWzEZaIs/s320/2629_513204184323_178200466_30778712_6114221_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316608514477009378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />25. We got all dressed up and went downtown for dinner, and a man looked at Kate with the opposite of disgust.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_t6XxAXLxudi1wPIfqpwxaZSua3f1T73cRP3nRFBZkEqAkp0Pdwj5jR5l-L-uqMdr9NW1RWFrxrDEo6iW7AJ8zX0YaDAsdjm5pvvUmc-aGaThIlNcBxowL5jD4mJ6zmlgqy78UVYU-pI/s1600-h/2629_513204194303_178200466_30778714_3518204_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_t6XxAXLxudi1wPIfqpwxaZSua3f1T73cRP3nRFBZkEqAkp0Pdwj5jR5l-L-uqMdr9NW1RWFrxrDEo6iW7AJ8zX0YaDAsdjm5pvvUmc-aGaThIlNcBxowL5jD4mJ6zmlgqy78UVYU-pI/s320/2629_513204194303_178200466_30778714_3518204_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316608525269708770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />26. We went to Liquid Highway cause we got mad at another coffee place for not letting us sit where we wanted to. But it all worked out for the better cause the barista there was HOT. And he put a heart shape in my coffee. SCORE.<br /><br />27. We were slightly scared by a homeless man trying to talk to some girls and following them. Yikes. Don't worry, though. He didn't follow us. Kate was too fast for him.<br /><br />28. We had wrestling matches galore. Kate and I always won.<br /><br />29. Kate and I got cool sunglasses, I got a cool ring, Jessica and Alyssum got cool dresses, Kate got cool earrings and a headband and Alyssum got a cool... something else. :) [for a picture of Jessica's dress, look at our dressed up picture. for a picture of Alyssum's dress, email her and ask her to take a picture of her in it and send it to you. for a picture of our cool sunglasses, look below. for a picture of Alyssum's something else dream on]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOSvq9G1OtuQxMNztIPSESRjxjQdwLjH-UOlW1IMNa8MlaSvSrz5vU-QONwi3ONgxy0n_vKcl8BGDqvzR6fZsbiiNhNmHmz0MWKK7b8ykDvedX97HfElhJL8OurTA8HFFwvDaZ1JpBOw/s1600-h/2629_513204249193_178200466_30778725_7489094_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOSvq9G1OtuQxMNztIPSESRjxjQdwLjH-UOlW1IMNa8MlaSvSrz5vU-QONwi3ONgxy0n_vKcl8BGDqvzR6fZsbiiNhNmHmz0MWKK7b8ykDvedX97HfElhJL8OurTA8HFFwvDaZ1JpBOw/s320/2629_513204249193_178200466_30778725_7489094_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316609136018823586" border="0" /></a><br />30. Kate and I are the best singers in the world. We did a cover of All-American Rejects' "Gives you Hell." Let me tell you. It's great.<br /><br />31. "Truth," My workshirt, Bat Cave, Buttermilk, GSN, Liquid Hotguy are just some of the many things that will now live in infamy because of this trip.<br /><br />So that was our spring break in a list of 31 highlights. Hope you all enjoyed it.<br />And sorry again about the neglect. We will tryyyy to be better.<br /><br />Ok. Peace out.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-17114122888124968812009-02-02T13:25:00.015-05:002009-02-02T16:59:23.085-05:00Life in TechnicolorAll right, folks. Here is part 2 of my 2 part Costa Rica blog. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 12 - </span><br />Today was kind of just a travel day. We made our way to the Arenal Volcano. And the place we are staying at is a BEAUtiful resort type place today. When we got there we all just lounged about by the pool and the hot tub. It. Was. Spectacular.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) I wish I could sleep better on the bus. (2) I am SO thankful for my iPod. (3) When you tell people that you are getting credits while sitting in a hot tub, they will laugh at you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 13 - </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e4xE_LpTDdzcUBNkGAEwpJGSr7mB0_CjL3LT73Eqw5IXrDDFMTcM4FqaK-GLGl0VneVdZHzoYGmf_WxYhLDFPgqVoCcHrLHTQgV1cN-oT4nk8TUmniyqrLEbXy6mgQNvO48jmWx0c5Y/s1600-h/n178200370_30738503_2332.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e4xE_LpTDdzcUBNkGAEwpJGSr7mB0_CjL3LT73Eqw5IXrDDFMTcM4FqaK-GLGl0VneVdZHzoYGmf_WxYhLDFPgqVoCcHrLHTQgV1cN-oT4nk8TUmniyqrLEbXy6mgQNvO48jmWx0c5Y/s320/n178200370_30738503_2332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298317492333668370" border="0" /></a><br />Today would have been 100% cooler had it not been rainy and cloudy. But, hey. You win some, you lose some. We went on a boat ride today to the bottom of the volcano which was really neat. I am always up for a good boat ride. :) We also went to the hot springs. Which was cool. Like... 8 or so natural hot tubs. Spectacular.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) Ellen Degeneres is hilarious. (2) Lava looks like a white cloud coming down the mountain during the day. (3) Iguanas look like mini-dinosaurs. (4) The hot springs weren't quite as natural as I would have expected/hoped. It was kind of like a little mini-resort. I thought we would have to like... hike to them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 14 - </span><br />Today was our first day in Limon. I have never felt so much like an outsider. I don't like walking around unfamiliar cities at night. Oiy. I just felt like such a tourist today. And I don't like that feeling. Not to mention the fact that everytime we went out somebody was stressing the importance of keeping your bags in front of you at all times. Yikes.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) if a car sees you crossing the street, they don't slow down. They speed up. (2) Talk about a snap back to reality - coming from the resort type place here. I can see why they think all Americans are filthy rich.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURdMQQCaHkr-l3-KeHL2ubpoF3oA2pdMRp1SOdxuXBGGi1NIHeaPuVmzMuM843De04MLZYfC8Vi4xXOHm9duSgjvI1CfLpCP5eYhfUTh9hUspULPTXbp53QLsOAQgCreubjyEVfdc7m0/s1600-h/n178200370_30738509_128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURdMQQCaHkr-l3-KeHL2ubpoF3oA2pdMRp1SOdxuXBGGi1NIHeaPuVmzMuM843De04MLZYfC8Vi4xXOHm9duSgjvI1CfLpCP5eYhfUTh9hUspULPTXbp53QLsOAQgCreubjyEVfdc7m0/s320/n178200370_30738509_128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298318191236693298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 15 - </span><br />Beach day! Oh my gosh. It was great. We got up. Ate breakfast. And went to the beach. Now, I don't tan. So I therefore normally am not a lay-out-in-the-sun-all-day type of person. But. This was great. I had so much fun. And I saw wild monkeys.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) the monkeys are <span style="font-style: italic;">very </span>bold. They will come right up to you and steal chips out of your hand. (2) Yeah. I don't tan. (3) I got offered a joint. It's not really something I noticed, but still worth mentioning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHDnrj3deophN7Y_T3S6YpCyYPb1dWDMJRhd2HMp0NiyP2VYz2zEi8IWmkETTiv92wTHvUcuabJHkrh_hDiW-YjguraUz7COMcH7GG0ilKEK9JUKXufintCq7Jq1EK3k-GX_7HMBuHmg/s1600-h/n178200370_30738516_2065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnHDnrj3deophN7Y_T3S6YpCyYPb1dWDMJRhd2HMp0NiyP2VYz2zEi8IWmkETTiv92wTHvUcuabJHkrh_hDiW-YjguraUz7COMcH7GG0ilKEK9JUKXufintCq7Jq1EK3k-GX_7HMBuHmg/s400/n178200370_30738516_2065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298317754585150178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 16 - </span><br />So today we made our way back to San Jose. It's funny how this city that I was so intimidated by has become our home away from home. I love the Don Carlos Hotel. If you're ever in San Jose, stay there. :) We had dinner at somebody's house and they performed traditional Nicaraguan dances for us. They were really neat.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) I like euchre. I hadn't really played in a while. And I like it. (2) I also like my roomates here and that we can do stupid things and think they are funny. (3) Diane would have loved the dances.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizogxMflMgCUeVjcxQRm-XDeEs3MNwZJFkH3J3lDWAzhjNW0EdFk17Opos178UiMfJHuBmV9rXlSfyHUk4ZUIWv8A0oSwABB1mnsn3ess32VzQuTNCPdUJBjdx2qkX24cJeYeFA5KRZpg/s1600-h/n178200370_30738519_5488.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizogxMflMgCUeVjcxQRm-XDeEs3MNwZJFkH3J3lDWAzhjNW0EdFk17Opos178UiMfJHuBmV9rXlSfyHUk4ZUIWv8A0oSwABB1mnsn3ess32VzQuTNCPdUJBjdx2qkX24cJeYeFA5KRZpg/s320/n178200370_30738519_5488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298319321934117298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 17 - </span><br />Today was just a chill out in San Jose day. We ran some errands: last laundry run, last bank run, that sort of thing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I-LUx7LdyUYVZ0QviZYXwjIdFpORPA9SLWtcovxNLmOTz2XFZQDTC9CqZPa8O_-SfAyieOqsMWhLSaXyyDmlclEI4Mz2oSV5_4cp5q6d7At4AxleFp1tRSS8kmk1vbjB-zOKnFyDAxM/s1600-h/n178200370_30738679_3824.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I-LUx7LdyUYVZ0QviZYXwjIdFpORPA9SLWtcovxNLmOTz2XFZQDTC9CqZPa8O_-SfAyieOqsMWhLSaXyyDmlclEI4Mz2oSV5_4cp5q6d7At4AxleFp1tRSS8kmk1vbjB-zOKnFyDAxM/s320/n178200370_30738679_3824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298319823891395218" border="0" /></a>And the main event of the day was getting pierced and tattooed. I didn't get anything done, but there were 3 belly button rings, one tattoo, and one eyebrow ring. We also saw Valkyrie. Which was a good movie. Not really the light-hearted comedy I was in the mood for. At all. But good nonetheless.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) Mandy handled getting a piercing just like I would have - by passing out. (2) It's important to get off at the right bus stop. Otherwise you will risk your life like 10 times crossing one street. (3) I did my mini-lecture. And our professor likes to interrupt me. A lot. (4) Brooke looks <span style="font-style: italic;">great </span>w/ her eyebrow pierced.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOsT5hMAETCWYDNlZoMttkoKr-IMUgPhATSsbPpr7rb9qUQEuEOED492hQphAOFhvispKT__CbkzFW-T4azMCIZomg_krdNg7JZKDinDFxuSX1pny8p5x3_SK9x-dBpUkJDQCHgk56Hw/s1600-h/n178200370_30738696_3568.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOsT5hMAETCWYDNlZoMttkoKr-IMUgPhATSsbPpr7rb9qUQEuEOED492hQphAOFhvispKT__CbkzFW-T4azMCIZomg_krdNg7JZKDinDFxuSX1pny8p5x3_SK9x-dBpUkJDQCHgk56Hw/s400/n178200370_30738696_3568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298320237308035986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Day 18 - </span><br />Today was another travel day. Off to Manuel Antonio. My first trip ever to the Pacific ocean. Yes. After all the travel it was a marvelous day. Swimming in the ocean, watching the sunset on the beach, eating a really nice, fancy dinner - all great. Really really great.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) The waves in the Pacific are huge. Like seriously 2 times my size. SO much fun. (2) I have very little patience for people with no patience. (3) I can't stop taking pictures of beautiful sunsets. (4) Brooke still looks great with an eyebrow ring. (5) People think Jamar and I are or should be dating.... awkward. (6) I'm better at the salsa and meringue than I could have guessed. Our teacher chose me to be his partner when showing people how to do it. Yesss. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 19 - </span><br />So could today get any more perfect? Nope. I don't think so. Today we went to the Manuel Antonio National Park which is home to the 3rd most beautiful beach in the world. Yup. It lived up to the hype. Then after we spent some time there, we went on a boat. Like a little mini-cruise that included free [non-alcoholic] drinks, dinner, snorkeling, dolphin sightings, salsa, meringue, and jumping into the ocean off the upper deck. Seriously... Perfect Day was the theme song of the day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDZZAfOz4ht2hJyWpZZ_TigcOewjyu0rnSHvKN6bJGZ6dmdffVYfPOpTksdHTc-Lc_66OMZK9iwdq61NztEv3aPMZEm8G7rPki71CHXotmvn0KN_ehOBuZMrow0OaWkqLBEHlQqrsoIs/s1600-h/n178200370_30738736_8144.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDZZAfOz4ht2hJyWpZZ_TigcOewjyu0rnSHvKN6bJGZ6dmdffVYfPOpTksdHTc-Lc_66OMZK9iwdq61NztEv3aPMZEm8G7rPki71CHXotmvn0KN_ehOBuZMrow0OaWkqLBEHlQqrsoIs/s320/n178200370_30738736_8144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298320500327451058" border="0" /></a>Couple things I noticed today: (1) snorkeling is so cool, but it takes some time to get used to so that you're not inhaling salt water. (2) I love jumping off of high things into the water. So much fun. (3) I saw a rock that was in Jurassic Park. (4) It's much harder to dance the salsa and meringue on a boat than it is on the ground.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 20 - </span><br />Ok. So today was pretty darn great too. We went zip-lining. Probably one of the coolest, funnest things I have done in my entire life. Oh my gosh. I really don't think I can express how much I <span style="font-style: italic;">loved</span> it. Right after zip-lining we headed back to San Jose. Ugh. I definitely was not ready to go back...<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) Alex [Our substitute leader who also taught us to dance] didn't really like zip lining, despite what he said... (2) Amanda Petrakovitz is popular among the Ticos. (3) Like I said - I absolutely love zip-lining. (4) Danielle has huge guns.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WdzSjCwso2mkpH0IBnE78x3AL2XuM5NUc-qRDQFULdIGuSQGaaHEfrnYvO3nHp1WDqcMnEjKE9YiTNtDODkqLgr-32_DN3RXWWcFMVzIvc-lgd3Uq9j93_zZv_6JPJ5kG-N0D1bsj8s/s1600-h/n178200370_30738751_455.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WdzSjCwso2mkpH0IBnE78x3AL2XuM5NUc-qRDQFULdIGuSQGaaHEfrnYvO3nHp1WDqcMnEjKE9YiTNtDODkqLgr-32_DN3RXWWcFMVzIvc-lgd3Uq9j93_zZv_6JPJ5kG-N0D1bsj8s/s320/n178200370_30738751_455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298320910864347922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Day 21 - </span><br />Today was just a get-ready-for-tomorrow day. We did some last minute souvenir shopping. Went to dinner at the place we ate on our first day... and just kinda relaxed before our 16 hours of travel tomorrow.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) I like shows like CSI, The Mentalist, and House. (2) They have these carmel-coffee candies that are <span style="font-style: italic;">delicious</span>. (3) Mandy Phillips and Brooke Nanna are awesome.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Day 22 - </span><br />Today is the long, long, looonnnng travel day home. It's weird how fast this trip has flown by. When we made it back to the States, it was so nice to be able to read the signs, talk to people easily, and pay in American money. And it was sooo nice to see my family again.<br />Couple things I noticed today: (1) 5 hour lay-overs aren't quite as bad as they sound when you're with a bunch of friends. (2) Bennigan's in an airport is sooo expensive. But so good. (3) Quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies are sooo much smaller than Colones.<br /><br />And that's about that. Hope you enjoyed and I didn't totally bore you. But. In my defense, if you were bored, you had the option to navigate away. :)<br /><br />Annnd...<br />I'll leave you with this image:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUB9PiEjo10IjGGw6EMuyDGzgrZn4GkpHyst87y-K2V8RzY5NDBItPovnsgxw72BYBUYRlpdJodEtIcbK74XYC3GkYfNBNZhpmIjn503tSYLzRHjOhKHgtGpIhlZOAkiLatbMhYE6DvCk/s1600-h/n178200370_30738748_3556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUB9PiEjo10IjGGw6EMuyDGzgrZn4GkpHyst87y-K2V8RzY5NDBItPovnsgxw72BYBUYRlpdJodEtIcbK74XYC3GkYfNBNZhpmIjn503tSYLzRHjOhKHgtGpIhlZOAkiLatbMhYE6DvCk/s400/n178200370_30738748_3556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298321340392788642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok. Peace out.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-87895774201828158872009-01-30T22:11:00.001-05:002009-01-30T22:15:51.993-05:00What You Know About ItPeer pressure is good cause it works.<br /><br />Here is my (Erika's) 25 random things about me. Don't worry. More Costa Rica is to come as well. But... like I said. Peer pressure.<br /><br />1. I have an extra bone in my jaw and cracks in my tongue.<br /><br />2. I have been on over 200 plane rides.<br /><br />3. My dad, stepmom and sister live in South Carolina and people down there tend to think MI is a frozen tundra land.<br /><br />4. My great-great grandma was in the mob.<br /><br />5. I have never had a boyfriend.<br /><br />6. I can't stand Britney Spears.<br /><br />7. I Love Lucy and The Office are my favorite shows.<br /><br />8. I have brown, not black, hair.<br /><br />9. The color of my eyes is highly debatable. I've heard brown, green, yellow... but I say hazel.<br /><br />10. My favorite book series is the Little Miss and Mister series.<br /><br />11. I have 4 half siblings - all younger, 2 boys and 2 girls.<br /><br />12. I'm really good at Mario Kart. :)<br /><br />13. I love camping and hiking. And waterfalls.<br /><br />14. I also absolutely LOVE hockey and have since I was... like 7.<br /><br />15. Since I love hockey, my mom thought it would be a good idea to sign me up for figure skating lessons when i was little.... yeah. that didn't last.<br /><br />16. I also took clarinet, gymnastics, and played basketball and volleyball in middle school.<br /><br />17. I have passed out a number of times... I think at least 10. It just runs in my family.<br /><br />18. I worked at Dairy Queen for 3 years and never got sick of the ice cream.<br /><br />19. I read part of the Twilight series, and unlike almost every girl on the planet am not head-over-heels in love with Edward.<br /><br />20. I burp a lot.<br /><br />21. My parents took me to jail once cause they thought I stole something from a store when I didn't!<br /><br />22. I love Aretha Franklin. Even when she does wear crazy hats during performances.<br /><br />23. I was plowed over by a basketball player during a game while standing on the sidelines.<br /><br />24. I survived the worst earthquake Costa Rica has had in over 100 years.<br /><br />25. I cry almost every time I laugh - so the term "I laughed so hard I cried" means nothing to me.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-20324584476852110132009-01-29T10:37:00.001-05:002009-01-29T10:38:44.798-05:00Do You Remember?I (Jessica) finally caved.<br /><br />I'm writing my 25 random facts. And you get to read them. I hope they make you laugh rather than want to throw up a little.<br /><br />1. I HATE peeing. Unfortunately, God gave me a bladder the size of a chihuahua's.<br /><br />2. I haven't had chocolate milk since I was in kindergarten. I saw a boy drink it and throw up, and have since quit it cold turkey.<br /><br />3. Six months ago, I never noticed Volvos, but now I'm always curious and try to look at the driver.<br /><br />4. The scar on my lip is courtesy of a poorly planned game of volleyball in a room with a [formerly] mounted deer head.<br /><br />5. I have never hated my life more than the 2 days that I had to lift and stack strollers at Magic Kingdom.<br /><br />6. I think that my dad could beat up my new roommate's dad, no problem.<br /><br />7.I have ever only had 2 regrets in life<br /> - I didn't take my picture in front of the Black Pearl at WDW<br /> - I didn't buy a Disney Princess waffle iron in the shape of Cinderella's carriage<br /> - Since working at Disney, I rectified both regrets so that now I have none.<br /><br />8. Speaking of the Black Pearl, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl 7 times in the theater.<br /><br />9. I have never dated, or even kissed a boy for that matter.<br /><br />10. Part of the reason #9 exists is because I'm slightly afraid of rejection, but it's mostly because I just haven't found the right guy yet.<br /><br />11. I make jokes about how I want to fulfill gender roles (staying in the kitchen, not wanting to drive, etc...), but I'm actually fairly serious about wanting that for my life.<br /><br />12. I can't let my bare hands touch dishrags or sponges that have already been used on dishes.<br /><br />13. I used to be pretty unique in remembering people's birthdays until stupid facebook came along and made it easy for everyone to remember them.<br /><br />14. I love to buy gifts for people, but I never have enough money to do so.<br /><br />15. While at Disney World, I had a dream where they picked me to be a Belle character and when I woke up and realized it was just a dream, I almost cried.<br /><br />16. While working at Blockbuster one summer, I rented over 100 movies and watched about 80 of the movies I rented.<br /><br />17. I feel like I lost some of my innocence watching the Block Party Bash at Hollywood Studios. Green army men should never under any circumstances do any form of the pelvic thrust.<br /><br />18. I can't wait until I'm an old woman and I can partake in Senior Citizen discounts, play BINGO all the time, and call young people whippersnappers.<br /><br />19. I can relate almost any situation in life to either an episode of "The Office" or "Friends."<br /><br />20. I cry ALL the time watching movies or reading books, but hardly ever cry in real life situations. I even cried while watching "Elf."<br /><br />21. I love to take jumping pictures, but not as much as I love to photo-bomb people and jump in their pictures.<br /><br />22. If I really like a book, I reread it more than any human being should. I read the Chronicles of Narnia twice a year, have read each Harry Potter book 7 times,and have read each Twilight book four times since June.<br /><br />23. I really hope that my Disney World roommate gets famous because she said she'd put me in one of her movies and introduce me to other famous people.<br /><br />24. If I didn't have a GPS, I don't think I could find the way from my bedroom to the kitchen.<br /><br />25. I would love it if Rasheed Wallace from the Detroit Pistons punched me, just so that I could tell people that Rasheed Wallace punched me.Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752779603899952820.post-1608729170050158002009-01-26T16:31:00.016-05:002009-01-26T21:52:22.755-05:00Sun is ShiningOh gracious. Where to start...?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How 'bout here:</div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJxO1FkSm3GpL5mQ3tsHaA3rHCCS-sM-nPkTxMhOuK3F2s89epQwW96fd_3Ti-s4jyJFYtbhOhQwrwNRCS3ml-KVGuDcL412vwG8Pu4QlcCk6qD4AnBZFyq4kwfYrdGDgRlxQP3g1LTU/s400/n178200370_30738516_2065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295719544298005042" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />...or here:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtPVDt7ViRhpbhCS52-R6Bx285G4vfHy3yzyzryXIF_QTF2mBUwAox9gbetG3indHUQK6gIhYmjVSXIKwBqDsSmnIwktzfgk2GseDaj6RfAokTEo33V5zq5H8EZmuJaiByYSVSgCSgQk/s1600-h/n178200370_30738737_2501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtPVDt7ViRhpbhCS52-R6Bx285G4vfHy3yzyzryXIF_QTF2mBUwAox9gbetG3indHUQK6gIhYmjVSXIKwBqDsSmnIwktzfgk2GseDaj6RfAokTEo33V5zq5H8EZmuJaiByYSVSgCSgQk/s400/n178200370_30738737_2501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295720490864465202" border="0" /></a><br />... or here:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHLrlYLhhRSbCIoeIuD0LYjQGobVdtNbHEvPfmdVIFlZJ2UIVQfvFCnDY90JqTPXYzgalZebHrmdILWyNu5ZV0OnKuP5dLfgj_JqP2edaa-dsR8sLmk3v_OYJ3lToJY-ED7snug3haqA/s1600-h/n178200370_30738352_3685.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHLrlYLhhRSbCIoeIuD0LYjQGobVdtNbHEvPfmdVIFlZJ2UIVQfvFCnDY90JqTPXYzgalZebHrmdILWyNu5ZV0OnKuP5dLfgj_JqP2edaa-dsR8sLmk3v_OYJ3lToJY-ED7snug3haqA/s400/n178200370_30738352_3685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295721593022361602" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Yes. It's true. I [Erika] spent my January in the most beautiful place I have ever seen: Costa Rica. I honestly don't really know where to start w/ talking about the trip... so much happened....<br />Ok. I think I'm going to just list highlights of the days I was there... hopefully this doesn't become too long winded. Heh<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 1 -</span><br />We spent the day in San Jose. Which was kind of different than I thought it would be. It's big, but the whole city shuts down at like 6:30-ish. And then there are only sketchy people on the streets. Well... sketchy people and us. Heh. I was a little out of my comfort zone for a while there.<br />Couple things I've noticed so far: (1) the women all wear very high heels (2) they label very few of the streets (3) they sell "butt-booster" underwear.<br /><br /></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqA9iFPmxmOxfBAqrZ_s00OzaJmwLca0oY7GLMC0_3KQ6TWxbXj6sCHJ45-EWLl_s5x-yY7XvPwRlghuigDgKFGbUHt-QsG7HAoUd-NJ-RiHct1xs_FKGuduKkF6pgwBWVlggJu8bOtNQ/s400/n178200370_30738218_4566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295787750986371554" border="0" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 2 - </span><br />We went to church today. In the red light district of San Jose. It was cool. A lot like a non-denominational type church in the States. Except during the meet and greet time, people actually do that. And enjoy it. We had so many people come up giving us hugs and kisses on the cheeks welcoming us. It was cool. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I've noticed today: (1) A lot of women and girls wear like... boots w/ fur. Even though it's summer here. (2) The cool thing to do in the parks is chase the pigeons.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 3 - </span><br />Today was one of my favorite days of the whole trip. We spent the day in one of the burrios of San Jose. Translation: kind of like the ghetto. All we did was play with the kids. It really made me realize how blessed we are. Really the only thing that is different between me and the kids is where and when we were born. They aren't going to have the great opportunities that I had as a kid. I just hope and pray that they can grow out of their circumstances and live a great life.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I've noticed today: (1) kids LOVE tattoos (2) if you make balloon animals for a group of kids they will all be popped in a matter of hours.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvujAonMrrDynb6t-bhB8c7PBSp-YCAPxjiZAVJrVbj1SvVAmP0DQwB9Y9VxTdiU3oNLR6tcIrtSEw7YyKpgukAe7ie5A0pLjHz2m428WB-cRLpPrM7wuaip1zZ3AVMN6cmQJw4Ud17c/s1600-h/n178200370_30738254_2441.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvujAonMrrDynb6t-bhB8c7PBSp-YCAPxjiZAVJrVbj1SvVAmP0DQwB9Y9VxTdiU3oNLR6tcIrtSEw7YyKpgukAe7ie5A0pLjHz2m428WB-cRLpPrM7wuaip1zZ3AVMN6cmQJw4Ud17c/s400/n178200370_30738254_2441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295798440656326642" border="0" /></a></div> </div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 4 - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;">So. Today was another favorite of mine. We went to La Paz waterfalls and the Poas volcano. I am in love with waterfalls. So it was great. I am just amazed at the beauty of God's creation.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today: (1) I'm out of shape (2) Cocoons can be absolutely beautiful (3) Snakes don't freak me out, but very large bugs... they may freak me out.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 5 - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not much happened today. We went and heard a couple lectures. Yawn. Brooke's camera was stolen today. Literally right in front of me. If you want to hear the story... I'd be glad to tell it. Just ask. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today (1) People are very good at stealing things. (2) Brooke handles things very well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 6 - </span><br />We went to the Basilica in Cartago and QERC (Quetzal Educational Research Center) today. At the church there were tons of kids trying to sell us little necklaces and bracelets and stuff. It's sad that they are forced to do that. At QERC - one of the most beautiful places on earth, I'm sure - we went for a "little" hike to some mini waterfalls. And since I am in love with waterfalls, it was great for me. :) <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHr8uZHdi9PMNB2qkotLOgP8idSgy88rqV885Ywib-RwXGrFrqRivs8Dkdduqg708RhZdP_hmJKz6yAyjRhpszr4yOJ19AUQcA_c3mrR4YqyYJxtkXC9TSqfcI-NtTK4qLKisGzjOvqc/s1600-h/n178200370_30738462_1158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHr8uZHdi9PMNB2qkotLOgP8idSgy88rqV885Ywib-RwXGrFrqRivs8Dkdduqg708RhZdP_hmJKz6yAyjRhpszr4yOJ19AUQcA_c3mrR4YqyYJxtkXC9TSqfcI-NtTK4qLKisGzjOvqc/s200/n178200370_30738462_1158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797624015344082" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today: (1) Costa Ricans must have very tough knees. At the church they "walk" up to the altar on their knees. (2) It's much harder to say "no" to a cute little kid selling you things than an adult. (3) "Peter" is much more fun to say in an English accent. (4) I felt an earthquake today. (5) I am still out of shape.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 7 - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today was a hike through the forests of QERC. I love hiking. So this was great. Not quite as tiring as yesterday's hike. But still great. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today: (1) Baby hummingbirds are TINY. (2) Don't always trust the guide when they hand you something and tells you it tastes good. Even if they've eaten one too (3) I love hangy chair things.<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Day 8 - </span><br />Today was the first of 3 days spent with coffee farming families. It was a little overwhelming at first. Mandy and I didn't know what to do... so much so that we just looked at each other and laughed our eyes out for about 5 minutes. We got a hold of ourselves. Thanks to my high school Spanish teacher. :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today (1) They eat dinner about 8:30... at about 6:00 they serve a snack. Don't think that the snack is dinner and get totally full... trust me. (2) These people are SO nice and good at making us feel welcome despite the language barrier. (3) You don't have to speak the same language to have fun playing cards and the guitar. (4) Baby cows are SO cute.<br /></div><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVfUS_XqG3UDEf0j0tU2OHYfvKMVJHvHq5ZmQ6oQHNuTC7UDlT3dl6W8L3nVaIPDj_9ARe7ele0NLPBiN94pjciT2IEyBTHFIGunZsYTlE8LImasYLcfv01N4bX0o-afydgGPPFLbBjc/s400/n178200370_30738497_1543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295790840192456434" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LbKViHpx8Ndd_ACgSHjSeCQJwtjgRkVwTJWSWOrghJj286xq7EbhBBGGx0E-szJ6kuv2pRYWr9AG7BulCMI1kHmmmjykwWeN5VW6gU8m-amp2AFB0Jo6RGR3ltNvCjU8yKwJC-eYdFI/s320/n178200370_30738492_6387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792025694578562" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Day 9 - </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">Second day on the coffee farm. And it's Sunday, so we went to church. And then the families did </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">something that is rarely done in my house: absolutely nothing. It was so great to see them just chill out and enjoy each other's company. I also found out today that the earthquake caused tons of damage. If we had been at the waterfalls or the volcano 2 days later, we would have been killed. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">Thank God for his protection. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">Couple things I noticed today: (1) Everybody is so good at soccer here. (2) I loathe roosters. They don't just crow in the morning. All. Night. Long. (3) I know enough Spanish to give them </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">English lessons. How cool! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Day 10 - </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today is our last full day with the coffee farmers. We picked coffee today!! Something I never thought I would do. It was nothing like I pictured. We were like... in a jungle... on the side of a mountain. It was fun, though. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today: (1) It's hard to keep yourself standing on the side of a mountain w/ a basket of coffee strapped around your waist. (2) I hate bugs. (3) I am out of shape. Still. (4) I am not a very fast coffee picker. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Day 11 - </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">We all reunited and headed back to San Jose today. It was nice to see everyone and exchange stories. When we got back to our hotel, we splurged for an All-American girls' night. Manicures, pedicures, and pizza. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Couple things I noticed today: (1) It's amazing close you can get to people when you are w/ them 24-7 (2) Manicures and pedicures are much cheaper in Costa Rica. (3) San Jose has become like our home away from home. (4) I can't stand living out of a suitcase.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVR8HXrvqiGOaOhgVy3S0PAZpR8y6S0kek6_URIUoz9vlKNqYnMExea7y1fAs7DjCKs9qFuru_bidrJr2tl9cgWXv_91DJX2RfMCCrjLPGi9u9UtDrth5UApnN4soT1iRiW6khtszPZI/s320/n178200370_30738500_7064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295788649662171202" border="0" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well. I think it's time for me to end this mile-long post for now. I'll fill you in on the 2nd part of the trip when your eyes aren't burning from reading so much and I can think again. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, peace out.<br /><br />P.S. If you want to see more pictures click on these: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2023559&l=faac7&id=178200370">Album #1</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2023563&l=6d7d0&id=178200370">Album #2</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2023566&l=da787&id=178200370">Album #3</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2023570&l=2f708&id=178200370">Album #4</a> and last but not least, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2023575&l=42d7f&id=178200370">Album #5</a><br /></div></div>Jessica and Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07757734689004730838noreply@blogger.com4