tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91680743805054407452024-03-13T22:04:57.251-07:00Happily Ever AfterJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-71980518218146731982011-06-16T20:43:00.000-07:002011-06-16T20:43:26.521-07:00Are you following yet?I've actually been updating my new blog DAILY! Imagine that!<br />
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There aren't a whole lot of photo's yet, but if you're in, you can partake in our life changing ride we started in February!<br />
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Go- now!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-19915221643245520582011-06-13T21:10:00.002-07:002011-06-13T21:10:48.656-07:00:check, check: Is this thing on?I know, I disappeared from you for a lllooonnnggg time, but with good reason!<br />
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Follow me here: <a href="http://ttimes3.wordpress.com/">ttimes3.wordpress.com</a>!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-88942438105870867652011-01-01T20:09:00.001-07:002011-01-01T20:09:45.989-07:00Day 1: Happy New Year!I fear this will be a "picture-less" post,so I'll try to keep it short and sweet.<br />
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As I posted a few days ago, I have a goal of losing 40 lbs by May 7th, 2011 (this is the day Aaron and I leave for Disneyworld). To help achieve that goal, Friday evening Aaron and I went to the gym and after dropping a small fortune, I now can officially say I have a Personal Trainer for the next 12 weeks. I'll see him 3 times a week for those 12 weeks. The nice thing is that he's certified in corrective exercise, so he will be able to help me strengthen my quadriceps and even further my recovery on my left knee.<br />
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I'll also be undergoing a "cardio point" test, which will measure my zone 1-5 heart rates, and we'll program those into my heart monitor. This way I can effectively use my gym time to burn fat. <br />
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Additionally, today marked my first "sugar free" day (and I'm feeling it)! The first few "sugar free" days are always the hardest, but after about a week the cravings tend to subside. <br />
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Not a whole lot to report, but figured I'd update you on my progress. My first session with the PT is on Monday- I'm VERY excited!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-65175956093238556882010-12-29T19:03:00.000-07:002010-12-29T19:03:02.011-07:00::Waives:: Hello, anybody out there?Oy, where has time gone? I know it's been months since my last post- and I wish I could tell you that in that time I had done some new and amazing things- but alas, I have not. I am however going to make a more conscious effort to start blogging again. <a href="http://becomingmrslindauer.blogspot.com/">Mrs. Lindauer</a> has inspired me to post some goals for 2011. So, without further ado, here they are:<br />
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2) Make/find (adoption people, I'm not going to steal an infant here!) a baby. Come on, we're a beautiful family I know (that wasn't cocky), but an infant would add some pure cuteness, can't you see them in between Aaron and I, next to Miley:<br />
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3) Graduate with my degree (I should be done by October 2011!) <br />
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That's it, those are my goals this year. 3 simple goals for the entire year. I have an amazing husband who's set me on the track of financial glory- so no real goals there. I also have an amazing husband who loves me for me, and loves me in a way I'd never thought imaginable- so again, if I had any goals on that it would be that our love continue to grow and mature.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-12327999967161261992010-11-02T21:47:00.001-07:002010-11-02T21:47:31.194-07:00Arizona I quit you.Let me be frank here. I do not claim to be a Democrat, I do not claim to be a Republican. In fact, my Maricopa County voting ID card states I am a registered Independent. I'm a registered Independent because there are Republican ideologies and policies that I agree with and there are Democratic ideologies and policies that I agree with. Therefore, I will only register to a party if I feel specifically so inclined to be able to vote in that parties primary because there is a candidate I hope to see succeed (yes, I am that big of a nerd).<br />
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Tonight however, I am disappointed in my fellow Arizona residents. Tonight, like so many election nights in the past, voters in Arizona had a chance to make a difference and instead, they settled for status quo, not even promises of change. In all of the campaigning this year, I heard nothing of things that our Governor, Congressmen, or Senators would do to make change for this state. In fact, all I heard was mud slinging. I heard of defaulted loans, broken promises, and other personal attacks, and little on why each candidate was qualified to do their job.<br />
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Tonight, my fellow citizens did exactly as they were told. They kept individuals in office who have had YEARS and YEARS to make change and dig Arizona out of a hole, and instead, they rebelled, and voted for anything but a democrat, because Democrats want big government and that's bad. This year, when Arizona voters went to the polls, they had one thought on their mind- immigration. And SB1070 would be repelled if a Democrat was elected.<br />
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Newsflash- SB1070 will go to the Supreme Court, and it will be repelled. If you have to ask why, read recent Supreme Court case decisions. A person can not immigrate to a state, and therefore a state does not have the ability to make an immigration policy.<br />
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This year, residents of Arizona should have focused on our failing education system (for those who aren't aware Arizona is now dead last in terms of education base lines across the country- that's right folks Alabama has even surpassed us). This year, Arizona residents should have also been concerned about our failing economy built around new home build and real estate- in 2010, not as great of a plan as in 2005.... And yet, no one was campaigning or debating these facts.<br />
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I hate to break it to you folks, but Arizona was a tool this year. That's right a tool. The republican party used this state and Jan Brewer (why this woman thinks she has a future is beyond me- think Sarah Palin- she's a pawn). They pushed 1070 to bring national attention to an issue that the "Big Government Washington Dem's" were failing at, to bring attention and bad light on them.<br />
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Well guess what folks- I hate to break it to you- but Obama's administration has been in office a whopping 2 years and immigration has been a HUGE issue for more then 2 years in this state... so for all of those people who feel that Obama is sucking it up at this issue- take a look in the mirror at former President George W. Bush, the all Republican Senate, and the all Republican House we had just a few short years ago- they sucked it up too.<br />
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My point? What everyone seems to be forgetting during all this mud slinging on left vs. right, is that less then a decade ago, the entire country got so sick of of democrats, they voted in all republicans. But guess what? 4 years later, they were sick of that, so they elected in a mixed house and senate with a republican President. Then they were so sick of the republicans they ousted them all and put in all democrats.<br />
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Now mind you- again, I am a registered Independent. I just get so sick of Republicans name calling Democrats and vice versa- because guess what, having all control under one party, is the quickest way to get yourself ousted from office- people get sick of it!<br />
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And voting for someone just because they're in you're party like a good ol' boys club- makes me ill.<br />
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I do give props to District 7 for ousting Harry Mitchell though, finally a group took a stand against someone who's again been in office for 40 years and made no significant changes for his peeps- and in comes a new guy promising change. That my friends is Democracy at it's finest.<br />
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Aaron and I are now looking for a new home in one of the other 49 states in the union... Arizona, I quit you.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-75619330549908013882010-10-18T19:36:00.000-07:002010-10-18T19:36:22.503-07:00Where I've been...I disappeared- again. I know, I'm kinda into that lately. I just wonder off leaving you with no clue or idea as to where I've gone. I've just been so busy lately LIVING life that I've not really had the time to write about it. <br />
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First off, I absolutely, 100%, COMPLETELY love my job. Each and every day I love it more and more and am so incredibly grateful for the opportunity. Second, I am a Zumba queen! (not in the sense of being good at it, just in the sense of, I do it, a lot!) Third, I'm finishing my degree, finally! Ugh school is not fun at all, but it's getting done, just a short time until I have my Bachelors finished, then I'll tackle my masters! <br />
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Now the big one.... Aaron and I have been praying very hard and have decided to seriously pursue adoption at this time. We're not giving up on trying to have a biological child, we just feel that this is what God has placed on our hearts right now. Originally we were only interested in international adoption, as domestic adoption had to many "what if's" and almost felt like a marketing campaign to me to be honest- trying to market yourself through pictures and words as the best possible home for a set of biological parents to place their child. Aaron and I are so much more then just words and photo's. However, with changes to our state Adoptions Laws, we may be more into considering domestic adoption from our home state.<br />
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So that's it... nothing to incredibly exciting. We're just living our lives happily together. We did just get back from Disneyland... pictures to come =)Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-810931134891807032010-09-14T07:00:00.000-07:002010-09-14T07:00:55.743-07:00The Things That Live Inside My Head<i>*Disclaimer: These are things that have been living in my head for about a month now, and I need to get them out. I've been hesitant to do so, in fear that it may offend some people. If one of these comments was made by you, please do not take this as my passive aggressive way to convey it to you, and please understand I just need to get it out of my head, this is not about you I promise.</i><br />
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It's been a while since I posted about the frustrations of trying to expand our family. I can honestly say that I feel this has been a lesson in humility from the Lord. There is so much that I have learned from this process. Here's my example: A few months ago I was at a gathering, in which another young woman was asked by someone whom having a child had come easy, "How come you don't have kids yet". This was done in a very kind and kidding manner, but I saw "the look". Anyone who's been there knows the look because its flashed on your very own face a million times. The woman politely responded that"it just wasn't time yet", but I knew otherwise. It's a look that bonds women of any ethnicity, religion, and social background.<br />
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My lesson has come from understanding that some of the most innocent questions or comments can cause quite a bit of pain to someone else when you don't understand their situation. Please, please do not take this the wrong way, I do not expect anyone to filter out a conversation because of my fertility issues. (again, read above, this is my rant, nothing more). But for me, it's made me aware of the things I'm saying (not just about babies- anything that has come to me and given me success) as you never know the situation that someone else is in. <br />
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For example, here's a totally harmless quote that I heard last month, "she's probably my only chance to be an uncle." The statement as it said was completely kind and actually loving. However to me, it was a dagger in the heart. To me it was a write off of the possibility that I could EVER have a child of my own for this person to consider his niece or nephew. (again, please see my disclaimer). It honestly killed me and I had to step away.<br />
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Now I understand this is all about how I take it, and how I allow my emotions to flow, and understand I am working very hard on this, and think I've gotten better, but that comment has honestly eaten away at me daily since I heard it- and I just had to get it out of my head so it would stop.<br />
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Please don't take this for more then it is. I am completely happy with where we are at in trying to expand our family. I am beyond thrilled for everyone in my life who has lately found out they are expecting (there is not a limited supply of babies!) and if anything it gives me hope that ours is coming! This is quite simply my rant to get something out of my head so that I can focus on other non-emotional stupid things.<br />
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I honestly came home, made dinner, and then slept for 3 hours before waking up to do a few things and am now heading back to bed. Crazy huh? I'm just so damn tired all the time!<br />
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I'll get back to 30 days of truths tomorrow!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-38493491107656679272010-09-08T21:26:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:26:16.935-07:0030 Days of Truth- Day 2<i>Look- I'm already further then I made it on the 30 day challenge!</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Day 2: One Thing You Love About Yourself</b></div><br />
This is actually an easy one for me to answer. I LOVE my eye's/cheek bones! I'm of Eastern European and Italian decent, and these two ethnicity's combined in their best form to give me some awesome eyes/cheekbones! Seriously- check it out:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wow, let's go ahead and get right into it then huh? Let's see... what do I hate about me. Simple. I hate my ovaries. I could say that I hate my weight, which while my weight has troubled me my whole life, honestly, it doesn't "bother" me I guess. I'm still incredibly active doing Zumba and such, and thankful for that. I'd love to lose weight, but my motives for losing weight aren't for physical beauty, it's for my damn ovaries.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hate my ovaries. I hate that they are a host to tons of tiny cyst's that keep them from producing the hormones needed to procreate. I hate that they allow these cyst's to play "house guest" producing excess testosterone which gives me facial hair, acne, and other undesirable characteristics. I hate that my ovaries can't do the one simple function they were placed in my body to do- mature an egg ready for fertilization so that I could be a mom. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would take medical intervention for me to be a parent.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I'm married to an amazing man- we got married last June at the fabulous Ritz Carlton in downtown Phoenix.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzpJH3cRxI/AAAAAAAACMw/9tII8Z2W6Go/s1600/01+Cohn-h-170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzpJH3cRxI/AAAAAAAACMw/9tII8Z2W6Go/s320/01+Cohn-h-170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498025588052215570" border="0" /></a>I'm a "pet" mommy to 4 animals: Miley (dog), Simba, Nala, and Budders (cat's).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzptPIk1bI/AAAAAAAACM4/BvyGD2TGP0E/s1600/32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzptPIk1bI/AAAAAAAACM4/BvyGD2TGP0E/s320/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026208478418354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Miley<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzqDpa8abI/AAAAAAAACNA/kyyn1JIzNYE/s1600/DSC00135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzqDpa8abI/AAAAAAAACNA/kyyn1JIzNYE/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026593491904946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Simba<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br />My husband and I bought our home together last spring, and love it! We hope to eventually (5-7 years) turn it into a rental home, and purchase our "forever home" somewhere north of the 101 between Cave Creek and well far east into North Scottsdale.<br /><br />I do operations management, meaning I love numbers, in the education field. My husband is also in education, and he does financial planning.<br /><br />My other amazing job is getting to be a Godmother to the most amazing little girl on the planet, my Bella-Bear. She's currently 15 months old.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzq7bP-WRI/AAAAAAAACNM/Pg5jiDXUEig/s1600/IMG_1185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzq7bP-WRI/AAAAAAAACNM/Pg5jiDXUEig/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498027551760472338" border="0" /></a>My favorite place on the planet is Disneyland. I'm always asked why, and well, here's my answer: Where else on this planet can grown adults skip around in foam mickey ears and be absolutely 100% accepted? Not to mention, in Disneyland, there are no worries. Everything is perfect- there's no bad, no wrong, no ill intent, just people who love each other capturing beautiful and lifelong memories (at least from my perspective).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzrpZCpJLI/AAAAAAAACNU/yjGCdhld1BE/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEzrpZCpJLI/AAAAAAAACNU/yjGCdhld1BE/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498028341441668274" border="0" /></a>I'd love to be a mom, and will be one day. I found out in February 2010 that I have PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome) which explains a lot of struggles I've had my entire life, but also explains why having a child has some extra speed humps. I'm currently working on a life long battle of losing weight with the help of my gym, will power, and my good friend "Bert". It's our goal that this will help us full fill our dream of being a parent, but if not, thank goodness my employer offers Adoption Assistance, as our backup plan (and may even be a primarily plan) is to adopt a child from Russia.<br /><br />I have amazing parents, and a wonderful sister. I am the female version of my dad, but my mom is super amazing too, and I got some wonderful traits from her. My sister is often the complete opposite of me, and I envy her for it. She's exotic and mysterious- something I'm not. Oh and she's like insanely beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEztFOsrqjI/AAAAAAAACNg/0kR-5XWrv9Y/s1600/34290_939817516101_10032050_53415041_8230616_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEztFOsrqjI/AAAAAAAACNg/0kR-5XWrv9Y/s320/34290_939817516101_10032050_53415041_8230616_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498029919213169202" border="0" /></a>I have amazing friends, and honestly could not be more content with my life. I have been so unbelievable blessed that I couldn't even begin to tell you how lucky in life I am. <br /><br />So welcome, I hope you enjoy the journey with me... Looking forward to getting to know everyone else a little better too!<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-42793085364637833202010-07-24T20:27:00.005-07:002010-07-24T20:54:11.841-07:00July 17th, 2010<div style="text-align: left;">Saturday July 17th, 2010 ended up being an extremely exciting day for my mom and I! Saturday July 17th, was Disneylands 55th birthday. We knew they were coming out with special released Disney Dooney and Burke purses, and at 3:00pm on Friday July 16th, decided we'd be driving out early Saturday morning to get ours!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom drove down Friday night, and early Saturday morning (4:00am) we hit the road for Disneyland! We made great time and actually ended up parking in the large parking structure at about 10:30am.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEuyuzoEorI/AAAAAAAACL4/AGg3fhOnx1g/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497684287337833138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div> We immediately got in line for the purses, and since we were probably 20-25 people deep, I ran down to pin traders and picked up the 2 pins that came out for their 55th birthday (one scheduled, one surprise release). When I got back, mom had moved maybe 15 ft. After about an hour, it was finally our turn to head into Vault 28, and we picked out our purses! </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEuxTJDsXoI/AAAAAAAACLk/8q56woVH1kg/s320/38377_953044668781_10032050_53860303_224730_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497682712542862978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Having over $500 worth of purses to cary around, we decided to head back to the hotel to drop off our "loot" and freshen up. We had to be back between 2pm-4pm to pick up our "gift with purchase" items, and of course wanted to enjoy Disneyland on its 55th birthday. We used my left over Marriott points, and stayed at the Fairfield Inn located right across the street- which worked out AWESOME! Once we got back to the hotel, mom jumped in the shower, and I tried to work some Disney magic of my own- and it worked! I called day of to see if by chance they had any World of Color dinner packages available for that evening and they had just had a cancellation for Ariels Grotto for the 2nd showing! We got SO lucky, and of course snatched these up! Knowing we were seeing World of Color on this trip ON Disneylands 55th Birthday gave us a 2nd wind, as neither of us ended up taking a nap (I maybe dozed for 15-20 minutes while mom showered). So we got dressed and hurried on our way up to pick up our gift with purchase item for spending $150 in Vault 28 on Dooney's! (This ended up being a D&B cosmetic bag with the same print! So cool!)</div><div><br /></div><div>After picking up our gifts, we took the monorail into Disneyland and hung around... We also stopped for the only photo we got of the two of us the entire trip!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEuyusrO9zI/AAAAAAAACLw/P-_1IAGecT0/s320/IMG_3551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497684285472044850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div>Mom decided to head back to the hotel to drop off some of our shopping purchases as well as change her shoes- my knee was starting to bother me so I stayed at Disneyland, and eventually headed over to first aid to ice my knee- I just pushed it to hard.</div><div><br /></div><div>After icing my knee, it was pretty much time for our reservation at Ariels Grotto for World of color- after dinner we watched World of Color which was pretty much the most awesome Disney night time spectacular EVER!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEu0PJvT-sI/AAAAAAAACME/yGM64i_8-NY/s320/IMG_3593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685942541220546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEu0Pt7mUYI/AAAAAAAACMM/sDOR5c8yUWQ/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685952256430466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEu0P637pTI/AAAAAAAACMU/38pg14IhFNc/s320/IMG_3608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685955730711858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEu0QqPqK8I/AAAAAAAACMc/veN1RcGBm10/s320/IMG_3681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685968446696386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TEu0RCHXJRI/AAAAAAAACMk/Y4PgXe8xBeQ/s320/IMG_3687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685974854346002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div>After World of Color, we got on our first (and only attraction) of the day, Soaring over California. We had fast passes for Splash Mountain, but were just so dang tired we decided to call it a night since we knew we would be back in August. We made our way back to the hotel, and crashed pretty hard. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sunday morning we woke up, and headed home. All in all, it was a quick trip, but honestly it was so awesome just being there on such a special day, and having our own special Disney magic!</div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-77998810301348960482010-06-30T23:05:00.003-07:002010-06-30T23:14:46.435-07:00And So It EndsToday was my last day at work. For 5 years, I've commuted from 4 different residences to one location in downtown Scottsdale. For 5 years, I've pulled into my greatly appreciated (and very much missed) assigned parking spot # 555, in the super awesome underground parking garage our building came with. For 5 years, I've lugged a lap top and blackberry around shamelessly, pulling over on countless roadsides to take my wireless card out and submit a report or email. Today, I left that familiar and safe building empty handed.<div><br /></div><div>I resigned from my position over 4 weeks ago, and though I knew I was leaving (and have never once second guessed this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">decision</span>) today, it was real. Today I was saying goodbye, and today I was realizing that this familiar and comfortable place full of people I love and adore, would no longer be my place of employment. Today, I closed my office door, placed my keys in an envelop with a blue post it note, and walked out into the sun, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Wouldn't you wonder the same?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well I'm glad you would, because, tomorrow brings the start of my new job. That's right, while dealing with the emotions of leaving my comfortable environment, I was also dealing with the anxiety of worrying about my very first day of employment starting tomorrow. Being the new kid in school is so stressful. Actually, I wouldn't know, I've never been the new kid, so I imagine it to be stressful. </div><div><br /></div><div>I laid out my clothes. You heard me, laid out my clothes. I'm so nervous that while I should be sleeping, I can't because I have 29709878 thoughts running through my mind. And while I'm excited and nervous all in the same, on question looms on my mind. One question makes me quiver with fear. One question will make or break my day tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Should I pack my lunch?</div><div><br /></div><div>Think about it, I don't want to walk in as the new kid with my little brown paper sack asking, "where should I put this?" Seriously- how old am I? So what do I do? Plan on purchasing lunch? The only thing remotely close to the office is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McDonalds</span>, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McDonalds</span> (yes, aside from the parking garage, I'd say the lack of food choices is the new buildings biggest downfall). So what do I do? How do I make sure I have the nutrient goodness I need without looking like a total dweeb, asking my new boss where to store my brown paper lunch sack, like a 7 year old kid going to 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nd</span> grade? This one, minor, simple, and well, ridiculous question is weighing so heavily on my mind this evening that I'm deathly afraid I'll get no sleep over a simple brown paper bag.</div><div><br /></div><div>What would you do? </div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-86724065621125920892010-06-27T21:24:00.002-07:002010-06-27T21:28:53.732-07:00Getting to Know you Sunday Part 3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><strong>1.If you had 5000.00 to spend on plastic surgery what would you have done?</strong><br />Oh goodness.... honestly.... I kinda dig who I am.<br /><br /><strong>2. Do you watch Soap operas and if so what is your favorite and why? </strong></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My mom did (and still does) watch All My Children growing up, but I haven't watched it in at least a decade (goodness this makes me old)</span><br /></b><br /><strong>3. Favorite clothing brand? </strong><br />Hmm... I love me some Michael Kor's but I only buy him on clearance... I dig NY and CO<br /><br /><strong>4. An afternoon shopping spree at your favorite store or maid service for a year? </strong><br />Maid Service for a year, for sure!<br /><br /><strong>5. would you ever vajazzle? </strong><br />I don't know what this is...<br /><br /><strong>6. Favorite Disney Princess? </strong><br />Do you have to ask, really? Cinderella... proof that a shoe can change your life! (Plus proof that every little girl (and not so little girl) ) needs a fairy godmother!<br /><strong><br />7. Last movie that made you bawl your eyes out? </strong><br />Toy Story 3 made me tear up, the last movie that made me straight out ball...hmm...Schindlers List<br /><br /><strong>8. Have you ever broken any bones and if so what</strong>?<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; ">Me, no. But the doctor broke my Tibia for me...</span></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-28376906928341881592010-06-22T22:28:00.001-07:002010-06-22T22:34:19.483-07:00Because being a *fairy* Godmother means believing in the power of a shoe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TCGcuxxp7sI/AAAAAAAACLY/7lD3pqKWpiI/s1600/IMG_2915.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TCGcuxxp7sI/AAAAAAAACLY/7lD3pqKWpiI/s320/IMG_2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485838148563496642" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-14094789357756847492010-06-22T22:19:00.002-07:002010-06-22T22:28:07.899-07:00Amazing People to Work WithIn 6 more working days:<br /><br /><ul><li>I will no longer have to deal with I-10! (Pro)<br /></li><li>I will no longer work with one of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BFF's</span> Jamie (Con)</li><li>I will no longer get to occupy my day by chatting with my Vampire friend (Con)</li><li>I will get to learn a whole new technical set of skills and continue advancing myself (Pro)</li></ul>I'm so excited to start my new journey, but I am a bit intimidated. Working with such an amazing group of people (two listed above, but many more included) has been such a humbling and educational experience. I learn daily from these people, and I believe that I can accomplish my job from their support and enthusiasm. While I fully believe my new position will come fully loaded with individuals willing to do the same... They won't be my McReemy, C, C, & C friend, my Vampire friend, or my "initials only" friends. <br /><br />Looking back and reflecting, the thing I'm the most grateful of my current employer for- would be the people they brought together to make a team. There may be other things they do that I have issue with, but that, that is something they are truly genius (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jenius</span>) at!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-37081889315982216022010-06-21T22:52:00.002-07:002010-06-21T22:54:25.389-07:00Because Dreams Really Do Come True...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TCBP97P0QsI/AAAAAAAACLM/_yRLoy15zwY/s1600/Image0025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TCBP97P0QsI/AAAAAAAACLM/_yRLoy15zwY/s320/Image0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485472271431910082" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-65589813189078877462010-06-21T22:45:00.003-07:002010-06-21T22:49:03.882-07:00Getting to know you Sunday- on Monday<strong>1. While at the beach, pool, etc..Do you cover up your assets or show them off?</strong><br />Um.. I cover them up. They get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sun burnt</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">REALLY</span> easily.<br /><br /><strong>2. Road trips or Plane trips?</strong><br />Honestly, I fly so much for work, I'm all about driving! If I can drive there in the same or less time then flying, so be it!<br /><br /><strong>3. I can't stand it when...?</strong><br />Oh so many things... 1) People hog a lane at the pool, that they are just "dilly dallying around in". Seriously, get in the leisure pool then. That's my pet peeve of the evening.<br /><br /><strong>4. Have you ever gone topless at the beach?</strong><br />You know, I think I'll reserve the answer to this one.<br /><br /><strong>5. How many blog carnivals do you do a week?</strong><br />I don't even know what a blog carnival is.<br /><br /><strong>6. My favorite thing about the weekend is...?</strong><br />Time that's uninterrupted with Aaron and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Miley</span><br /><br /><strong>7. Pancakes or waffles?</strong><br />Waffles! With strawberries (fresh not frozen/canned) and whip cream when I'm being bad.<br /><br /><strong>8. Water Park or Amusement Park?</strong><br />Um, do you need to ask? DISNEY!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-79458113751470397512010-06-21T22:35:00.003-07:002010-06-21T22:39:24.343-07:00Dear LifeTime Fitness Members- Part 2Dear LifeTime Fitness Members,<br /><br />Thank you for being willing to share a lane with your sister/mother/aunt/friend so that I could have my own lane in the pool. I really appreciate not having to sit around and waste valuable time when I could be swimming- that was very kind of you.<br /><br />To the little girl who swam next to me, and asked how I was able to breathe and keep swimming all in the same- I was so happy to get to help you learn your breathing technique. You will rock it at your next swim lesson. Feel free to hop into my lane anytime if you want my "expert"- ha- opinion and help.<br /><br />To the couple who got in to the lane next to me during the last 1/2 mile of my swim. If you didn't notice, I was wearing goggles. In case you don't know what goggles are for, they're to help you swim in the pool by 1) deflecting water from your eye and 2) allowing you to see in the water. This also means that I can see what you are doing (not by choice) under the water. If you'd like to get freaky-deaky in the pool, get your own damn pool. I did not bust my bottom for an hour just to finish my workout watching you feel each other up. Yes it was me who informed member services, and yes I will do it again. I don't pay good money to watch you get to 2nd (or is it 3rd) base in the gym pool. <br /><br />Again, for the most part, LifeTime fitness members are awesome!<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />MeJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-59602387259043128272010-06-13T23:39:00.004-07:002010-06-13T23:43:38.543-07:00A Year Ago Today (well today in 21 minutes)We were leaving for our honeymoon....sigh. I'd love to go do that all over again. Thankfully we are- in 10 months! Until then I can only dream....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBXPKoV19xI/AAAAAAAACLA/B1DyJTjJDpQ/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBXPKoV19xI/AAAAAAAACLA/B1DyJTjJDpQ/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482515902928123666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBXPKDVrqWI/AAAAAAAACK4/Kbb6CQEX8B8/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBXPKDVrqWI/AAAAAAAACK4/Kbb6CQEX8B8/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482515892995336546" border="0" /></a>Until then, we'll be Disney Dreamin'....Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-135192424745465572010-06-13T20:17:00.003-07:002010-06-13T20:22:49.037-07:00Getting to know you Sunday!So my friends Vanessa and Jess posted this and I thought I'd join in!<br /><br />The questions..<br /><br /><br />1. If you could have one of Superman's, powers which one would you want? (Superhuman strength..Flight..Superhuman speed..X-Ray vision..etc)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmm</span>...this is tough for me. While I'd love flight, if those I love didn't have it, it'd be self defeating. I most certainly do not want X-Ray vision (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ew</span>). So maybe Superhuman Speed...this way when I'm running late, I can go really fast to get there!<br /><br /><br />2. The best thing I ever won is....?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hmm</span>... I've never really won anything. So I'll be deep here and say an internal battle with myself in which I allowed logic to take a backseat to what I knew was right in my heart.<br /><br />3. Have you ever <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">skyped</span> with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bloggy</span> friend?<br /><br />No, but I do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">skype</span> a lot when I'm on the road with Aaron and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Miley</span>!<br /><br />4. What is your favorite Summer month?<br /><br />June <3 I love that in June the weather can be so unpredictable, and we're still in zero humidity. Plus it's the month we celebrate our anniversary.<br /><br />5. Pool, Lake, or Ocean?<br /><br />This is tough- I've never been a big Ocean (beach) girl until I went to the Atlantic ocean, and it was WARM! I'd have to say though, pool! I love laying poolside and swimming!<br /><br />6. One of my favorite Summer memories is.....?<br /><br />So many! Obviously, marrying my husband. Probably the countless summer trips I took to Disneyland with my parents over summer break.<br /><br />7. What's your favorite secret bargain?<br /><br />Um... currently the Greek Yogurt at Costco.... very yummy and so much cheaper then Fresh and Easy!<br /><br />8. Do you plan on or have you been watching the World Cup?<br /><br />I hadn't exactly planned on it, but if it's on one of the rare occasions I'm watching TV, sure!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-75291794136076352202010-06-13T16:51:00.006-07:002010-06-13T17:11:03.677-07:00Where has the year gone...Yesterday, Aaron and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary- man where has the year gone! We had originally planned on going out of town, but after I resigned from my job (yes, I resigned from my job) we ended up staying in town. We had a wonderful day- which started with breakfast at the Ritz Carlton (where we were married last year), took us over to the Biltmore for a little shopping and relaxation, a nice nap at home, and a wonderful dinner at the Melting Pot. Let's do a little "then" and "now" shall we?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">June 12th, 2009:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwLYGX5oI/AAAAAAAACJc/xEPpGg_tnO8/s1600/01+Cohn-h-179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwLYGX5oI/AAAAAAAACJc/xEPpGg_tnO8/s320/01+Cohn-h-179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411462143501954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwL2xl1aI/AAAAAAAACJk/C-qYeCDT18A/s1600/01+Cohn-h-132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwL2xl1aI/AAAAAAAACJk/C-qYeCDT18A/s320/01+Cohn-h-132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411470377833890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwKnbaz-I/AAAAAAAACJU/Cv11WvKe7XA/s1600/01+Cohn-h-129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwKnbaz-I/AAAAAAAACJU/Cv11WvKe7XA/s320/01+Cohn-h-129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411449078435810" border="0" /></a><br />June 12th, 2010:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwMlDH6II/AAAAAAAACJs/IUsfe58lsqs/s1600/IMG_3443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVwMlDH6II/AAAAAAAACJs/IUsfe58lsqs/s320/IMG_3443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411482799401090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(they moved the piano and furniture around)</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVxhciS2yI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3cMIEYdHvpo/s1600/IMG_3449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVxhciS2yI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3cMIEYdHvpo/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482412940803103522" border="0" /></a>And look, someone else was getting married at the Ritz Carlton on the 12th of June as well! They even had their reception in the same ballroom we did, though we had an outdoor ceremony on the pool deck.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVzTow0oII/AAAAAAAACKs/371fWgdU5XI/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVzTow0oII/AAAAAAAACKs/371fWgdU5XI/s320/IMG_3444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414902590349442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After a wonderful breakfast, we walked around the Biltmore (got all my Macbook questions answered!) and then came home to rest before going to The Melting Pot! We had a wonderful dinner:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVynBV5Z8I/AAAAAAAACKE/ikRgdD17VTM/s1600/IMG_3482.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVynBV5Z8I/AAAAAAAACKE/ikRgdD17VTM/s320/IMG_3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414136094189506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVyoR0cVvI/AAAAAAAACKU/bOFi5C7g4tQ/s1600/IMG_3468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVyoR0cVvI/AAAAAAAACKU/bOFi5C7g4tQ/s320/IMG_3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414157697144562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVypUaQ4_I/AAAAAAAACKk/5mcOQW5iqyY/s1600/IMG_3473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVypUaQ4_I/AAAAAAAACKk/5mcOQW5iqyY/s320/IMG_3473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414175572517874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVynijCigI/AAAAAAAACKM/iEzY7Ws9VUY/s1600/IMG_3478.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TBVynijCigI/AAAAAAAACKM/iEzY7Ws9VUY/s320/IMG_3478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482414145007684098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(Dessert the best part!!)</span><br /></div></div></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-91024703047663357392010-06-06T12:20:00.001-07:002010-06-06T12:22:10.902-07:00Because Cousin's are Simply Siblings Living in a Different House.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAv1KUz64BI/AAAAAAAACJI/ygxa4rzjlng/s1600/06+Cohn-r-204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAv1KUz64BI/AAAAAAAACJI/ygxa4rzjlng/s320/06+Cohn-r-204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479742929360314386" border="0" /></a>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168074380505440745.post-26408292905919752072010-06-06T12:06:00.003-07:002010-06-06T12:18:24.439-07:00Luckiest Girl in the WorldMeet these guys:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAvyop99cPI/AAAAAAAACIo/0_807n87AP4/s1600/01+Cohn-h-194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAvyop99cPI/AAAAAAAACIo/0_807n87AP4/s320/01+Cohn-h-194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479740151900762354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAvypU5VHvI/AAAAAAAACIw/5pXgQ1pvwxM/s1600/06+Cohn-r-198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAvypU5VHvI/AAAAAAAACIw/5pXgQ1pvwxM/s320/06+Cohn-r-198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479740163424067314" border="0" /></a><br />They are my parents. They happen to be the most amazing parents on the planet (true biz- that's not even me being biased). Awesome parenting skills aside, there's something even cooler about my parents- how much they love each other.<br /><br />My parents have been married for 26 years. Those 26 years have thrown them quite a few curve balls, but it's clear to not only myself, but anyone who meets them, that those curve balls have done nothing but make their marriage stronger.<br /><br />With our 1 year anniversary coming up, I thought it was important to reflect on my parents and how they've influenced what I want out of a marriage. Additionally, with recent family events, it's made me even more grateful and appreciative of the relationship my parents have.<br /><br />Growing up, I never really realized how lucky I was to have two parents who loved each other. It wasn't until I was older that I truly gained appreciation for what I had. And even though there are times when my sister and I have to give each other the look because mom and dad are "going at it again" (IE: making my sister and I blush with their affections), I am so thankful that I have two parents that love each other enough to still want to be publicly affectionate with each other.<br /><br />I don't know that I can ever truly thank my parents enough for the values they instilled in me, the value of knowing that a marriage is something you work for daily, but if you're willing to work for it, the rewards are endless and infinity + 1.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAv0Szdg2vI/AAAAAAAACI8/y9Xrl3m82a4/s1600/06+Cohn-r-210.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PY0ut_JIZTA/TAv0Szdg2vI/AAAAAAAACI8/y9Xrl3m82a4/s320/06+Cohn-r-210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479741975515159282" border="0" /></a><br />I can only hope that Aaron and I can set the same example for our children that my parents have set for me.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03913208911556217500noreply@blogger.com1