<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188</id><updated>2011-08-11T15:03:40.847-07:00</updated><category term='Me and Poppy'/><title type='text'>My Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The randomness of me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-460149400712962549</id><published>2011-08-11T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:03:40.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend</title><content type='html'> My sister told me many moons ago that I should use my blog to review movies because she likes to hear what I think. At least about movies, so here goes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Last night James said, "lets watch Legend!" I have heard tale of this movie for years, so I thought, "sure why not?"...Big mistake. The movie begins with the devil saying he wants a unicorn horn and unicorns can only be lured by innocence then it cuts to a young girl frolicking through a field of wildflowers and singing...I am not making this up. Then she goes to a cottage in the woods where there is a man sleeping, she doesn't wake him up but eats his food and appears like she might kidnap his baby, but she doesn't. And then all of the sudden Tom Cruise jumps out of a tree and shows her unicorns and then I am serious I have no idea what else happened in the next 2 hours!! There was more frolicking in the woods and then I think the devil tried to seduce her and said something about seeds germinating in her and it sounded quite disturbing. Random woodland creatures, gnomes and such kept appearing and doing creepy things....and then it ended with more frolicking...So in case you were thinking to yourself, "i should watch Legend and see what everyone is talking about." I recommend just not doing it...unless you are under the influence of something and then maybe it will make sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-460149400712962549?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/460149400712962549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=460149400712962549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/460149400712962549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/460149400712962549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2011/08/legend.html' title='Legend'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2162400558520425174</id><published>2011-02-20T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:39:23.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Sunday! For those of you who don't know this. I teach Relief Society once a month. Today was my turn. I taught on the importance of work and service. I have been nervous about it all well, but now that it is over I have a good feeling about it and I think it went well. My favorite part was after my object lesson when the whole room got kind of excited! This was the lesson:&lt;div&gt;I held up a fork: My fork it pretty selfish. He looks out for number one. He stabs things and selfishly claims them as his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A knife: A knife cuts things down and separates things. Not very charitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the spoon: Spoons gather things and scoop things up and help other things get what they need while lifting things up!! So therefore let us all be spoons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is my thought today. I want to be a spoon and do my best to lift others and see who I can help along life's journey. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, BE A SPOON!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2162400558520425174?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/2162400558520425174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=2162400558520425174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2162400558520425174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2162400558520425174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-sunday-for-those-of-you-who-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-6714599577054269432</id><published>2011-01-23T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:33:22.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Poppy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/TT0bXQLmADI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v2zd5A20McA/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/TT0bXQLmADI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v2zd5A20McA/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565634800794337330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So...I am really bad at this blogging thing. The point of having a blog is so that people I don't see regularly are kept up to date on the happenings in my life, but if I never write anything...than that pretty much defeats the purpose! So here is what is going on in my life! I just moved into a new apartment which I love!! There is a lot of space and I am spoiled and I have two closets! Pretty spectacular! I should take some pictures so everyone can see! I work as a CNA and I am currently looking for something new. I would really like something more steady and something with benefits. I hate being afraid to have an accident cause I don't have health insurance! Especially when you are as accident prone as I am! I would also really like to go back to school, and in my current condition I barely get my bills paid...so money for school is not happening. I am looking into grants though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Um....not dating anyone...also currently in the market for one of those! :) Had a few prospects...but nothing too exciting. So if you know any cute available drama free males send them my way!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think that is my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-6714599577054269432?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/6714599577054269432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=6714599577054269432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6714599577054269432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6714599577054269432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2011/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/TT0bXQLmADI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v2zd5A20McA/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2960595371929044174</id><published>2010-07-27T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:53:32.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year!</title><content type='html'>Wow! So I have been thinking a lot lately about my life and the huge changes I have made in the last year. Almost a year ago to the day I was going through a horrible life changing break up. I decided that my boyfriend of 6 years and I just didn't want the same things. We had grown in different directions and there didn't seem like there was any way to compromise and get things back to the way they were. So we broke up. After that my life sort of went into overdrive. I suddenly felt like I didn't know who I was alone, and I had been half of a pair for so long I couldn't remember which hobbies were mine and which hobbies I enjoyed because he enjoyed them. So i started trying new things and re-trying old things that used to make me happy and I feel like now a year later I am a whole person again! I don't know when it happened, but slowly and gradually I am me again. And now that it is getting close to this time of year I needed to take time and notice all the changes that i have made and really give myself a high five for not completely falling apart sometimes. It has been a very tough year, but it was worth it and I wouldn't change a thing. Now I just need to find some new adventures to embark on! Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2960595371929044174?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/2960595371929044174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=2960595371929044174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2960595371929044174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2960595371929044174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-year.html' title='What a year!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-8137724441044961857</id><published>2009-02-06T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:07:16.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things about me. I copied it from facebook.</title><content type='html'>I got tagged in facebook to come up with 25 random facts about myself, and i thought that since I haven't written a blog in a while I would kill 2 birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am newly addicted to HGTV. I think its constantly going even if its just background noise.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am afraid of choking on egg noodles, random i know.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want a new job, but I fear change and I don't want to start something new that I am not comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;4. I haven't worn matching socks since I was old enough to dress myself. Sometimes I think its time to change that, but I can't bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I think monkey ball2 for the gamecube is the most most addicting game in the world.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love pilates, but have to try really hard to convince myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't sleep if i don't drink a glass of milk first.&lt;br /&gt;8. I often have nightmares of spiders crawling on me, my bed, my walls, my ceiling...etc. I freak out jump up turn on the light and then there is nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;9. Terrified of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can make my tounge into a clover shape, it weird.&lt;br /&gt;11. I named my hamster Stevie Nicks and I am not that big of a Fleetwoodmac fan.&lt;br /&gt;12. My new favorite game in bananagram.&lt;br /&gt;13. I can't read one book at a time, I am currently reading the chocolate snowman murders, the secret life of bees, and the tales of beedle bard.&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite thing is spending time with Jason.&lt;br /&gt;15. Jason constantly makes me laugh with movie quotes, even when its the same 5 over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;16. Jason and I have played every Lego game in the series( star wars, indiana jones and now batman). and each newest one becomes my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;17. I used to hate that Jason played W.O.W. all the time, but now I like hanging out with him while he plays, I get to watch girly movies that he normally wouldn't watch.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;19. I don't eat avacados or tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;20. The only meat I eat is fish and fowl.&lt;br /&gt;21. If i could get away with it, I would wear pajama pants all the time. I hate wearing tight jeans.&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate wearing shoes and i take them off as much and as soon as i can.&lt;br /&gt;23. I have never left the country, though I saw mexico from a distance once.&lt;br /&gt;24. I think I have maybe 2 ex-boyfriends left that aren't married or got someone pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;25. I didn't think i could come up with 25 things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-8137724441044961857?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/8137724441044961857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=8137724441044961857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/8137724441044961857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/8137724441044961857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me-i-copied-it.html' title='25 random things about me. I copied it from facebook.'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-3052759700243246197</id><published>2009-01-15T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:40:09.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wackiest of Wednesdays!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I woke up thinking it would be a normal day, boy was I wrong. I was hanging out with Jason and his car has been broken so we went and bought a new battery and then we were hanging out and I got a phone call from work, I almost didn't answer cause it was my day off and I didn't want to be bothered, but I answered anyways, and it was Judy the night manager. She was hysterical and crying and told me the store had just been robbed and she couldn't get a hold of Gary and she was all alone. So I told her to call the police and lock the doors and I would come down. Jason didn't want me to go alone so we jumped in the car and drove to Sugarhouse, on my way there Gary's wife called and told me Gary was on his way and I didn't need to go all the way out there, but I love my store and I wanted to go anyways. We got there and I guess the theif knocked over the top half of the register and took the bottom half that has the cash drawer and just ran out the door. Luckily judy was in the back and didn't know he had come in because the police think he had a weapon andwould have held her up if she had been there. It was really scary to think that someone could have been hurt. So I was a little stressed out, but the police were there and I could tell they were doing everything they could. Gary got there a little while later so Jason and I decided it was okay for us to leave. We stopped and the chocolate factory on the way home and got a treat since I was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;After that Jason and I watched a movie and just hung like any other day and then I left his house around 1130 and while I was in my car i got a text message, I was a little irritated that someone would text me so late, but I pulled out my phone and it was from Mom saying that Tiff had been moved back down to labor and delivery and Dan would let us know if anything else happened. I wasn't too concerned about it so I just came home and while I was getting ready for bed I heard Mom's cell phone go off and it was Dan saying Tiff was in labor and they were doing a C-section. It was crazy so we all packed in the car and headed to the hospital. A little while later my newest niece was born. She is 3 months early. She weighs 2lbs 10 oz. She is tiny. And definitely a Jensen, side-burns and all. Tiff said she thinks she is taking after me and being the second daughter with a nack for hospital stays. I told her we little sisters have to get attention any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;I got to go see the baby in the NICU today, and she was so tiny. She seemed almost unrealy. Her head could fit the palm of my hand. She moved and twitched a lot though like she couldn't sit still for 2 seconds, I think this is another sign that we are kindred spirits. I think she has a special place in my heart already. I am so happy that Mom and baby are doing well. I am so proud of my sister. She is so great. I know these next few months will be hard, but she's strong and I know she can handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-3052759700243246197?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/3052759700243246197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=3052759700243246197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/3052759700243246197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/3052759700243246197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2009/01/wackiest-of-wednesdays.html' title='The Wackiest of Wednesdays!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2294698765315777074</id><published>2009-01-13T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:45:35.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell today....</title><content type='html'>So I fell down today. In front of a bunch of people at work. I know you are all just laughing and are not surprised at all. It really was pretty funny, but also painful. I have an excellent bruise on me knee now. It probably wouldn't have been as embarrasing if I hadn't been flirting with the handsome customer too. But thats my life I guess. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2294698765315777074?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/2294698765315777074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=2294698765315777074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2294698765315777074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2294698765315777074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-fell-today.html' title='I fell today....'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-8593922303988931582</id><published>2009-01-13T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:43:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Historian</title><content type='html'>So my keyboard is messed up and tries to type &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;z's&lt;/span&gt; after every s and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;verse&lt;/span&gt;, so I will try and keep up with them, but if I miss one, please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;So i recently read the book The Historian and I have to tell you that I loved it! I love paranormal things but I have always been weary of vampire books, but since this one claimed to be the history of Dracula I thought I would give it a try and I am glad I did. This was an excellent read. It was definitely written by an intelligent woman who did her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes it was a little hard to read, but all in all I am impressed. She wove the stories together in such a way that you completely fell in love with the characters and you couldn't wait to see what happened next. I loved it. And Dracula played a very small role so it wasn't scary enough to keep my up all night, which was a nice bonus. So if anyone is ever looking for a good book. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;So i have been debating about whether or not to take this coming semester off of school, and I finally decided against it. I am really stressed out looking for a job so I can get an apartment, but I don't want to miss out on school. I reall do love to learn, so I am just taking an online nutrition class which I hear is pretty easy, but I am excited I think it will be fun. I would like to find a job in a hospital, but I will really take anything that pays at least $10/hr. And as long as I can occasionally take a break or vacation without feeling guilty. That would be nice. THis whole working all day non stop without a lunch break just isn't working for me anymore. So anyways, if anyone hears of anything please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-8593922303988931582?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/8593922303988931582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=8593922303988931582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/8593922303988931582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/8593922303988931582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2009/01/historian.html' title='The Historian'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-3301915556581120364</id><published>2008-10-14T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:00:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm it!!</title><content type='html'>Jill Hinkley tagged me, so now you all get to learn a little more about me, maybe more than you would like to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I…shop as therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I am…totally random, you should spend an hour in my head, there is this episode of gilmore girls where Lorelai describes her thinking process and I think that is the only way to describe what goes on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I think…I should be doing homework but I have no attention span.&lt;br /&gt;I know…a lot of stuff, and probably more than I think I do, but for a fact I can make you a delicious ice cream treat, probably with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;I want…a milkshake, and to see a show.&lt;br /&gt;I wish…someone would tell me what to do with my future and so I wouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;I hate…people who talk in movies, if you insist on giving a play by play and your own commentary than freaking stay home and rent a movie and don't go out in public and ruin the experience for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;I miss…Grandma Johnson, and Grandpa Jensen, quite a lot lately. Friends I haven't seen in years, and my brother! More than I thought I would!&lt;br /&gt;I fear…spiders, the future, and being alone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel…anxious.&lt;br /&gt;I hear…the television, i don't really know whats on though, im not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;I smell…uh..me?? I don't really smell anything.&lt;br /&gt;I crave…pasta, more than anything else. Weird I know.&lt;br /&gt;I search…for my keys, evertime i need them, in my purse, at home, they are never where  i think they should be.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder…what if I quit school?&lt;br /&gt;I regret…the way i have handled certain situations in my life. I may have burned a few bridges that can't be rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;I love…Jason and my family of course! in different ways, but still in equally huge amounts.&lt;br /&gt;I care…about everyone  i meet. Its almost a fault.&lt;br /&gt;I am not…good with follow through. I have never finished anything in my life, I always quit, I get scared and I run...please help me stick with school!&lt;br /&gt;I believe…I can do anything I put my mind to, its the putting my mind to things thats the problem.&lt;br /&gt;I dance…randomly in front of people at work, its a spastic range of movements i guess you could call dancing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I sing…at the top of my lungs when alone in my car. All the time! Its very theraputic. And also in front of random people at work without realizing it. Its embarassing, but I always get a tip, so I guess its worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always...tell people how I am feeling until i explode involuntarily.&lt;br /&gt;I write…papers for my english class, thats all. I would like to do more writing, but who has the time?&lt;br /&gt;I win…at nothing, especially when I play against Jason, he's good at everything, I used to be unstoppable at Disney Trivia...but not anymore. I haven't won in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I lose…didn't we just cover this?&lt;br /&gt;I never…eat tomatoes or avacado, no matter how hard Jason tries. Avacado is a freaking weird vegetable? Fruit? Who even knows? Its weird and slimey and smells bad...disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;I never listen…to rap music or techno. It makes me crazy and feel like I want to punch someone!&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found…crocheting lately.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of…the future. How do you know the decisions you make today won't come back and bite you in the butt later? its scary!&lt;br /&gt;I need…to quit my job, and move out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy about…seeing Jason tomorrow and having a girls night out. 2 this week! Lucky me! I am happy Danielle is coming home in December!&lt;br /&gt;I have…not enough time in my day to do everything I want to do. Maybe if I didn't get so addicted to T.V., its frying my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I tag…Crystal, Fanny and Ashlee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-3301915556581120364?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/3301915556581120364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=3301915556581120364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/3301915556581120364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/3301915556581120364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m it!!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2769945595600173865</id><published>2008-09-30T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:16:19.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break Baby!!</title><content type='html'>So as of one this afternoon I am officially on Fall Break! I am super excited! I have already spent the day lounging around with Jason, it was fantastic! We got to watch our new favorite show Fringe, which hooked us during the first episode with the flesh eating virus, fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;Before I could enjoy my break though I had to take 2 tests, but I think I did pretty well. THe first one was in Human Growth and she gave us a pretty extensive study guide, so I am feeling confident in my answers. The second one was math, and i am feeling pretty good about most of it, but the last question was about how many pills someone had to take and I kept getting 182, and  I don't think thats right, so....other than that it was good.&lt;br /&gt;Work is actually becoming tolerable. I still hate being there, but im only there three days a wekk and that makes it very easy to not be emotionally involved. I show up I work and  go home. I am so much less stressed out its fantastic! And since the opened Legacy highway the traffic situation has become way better! It now takes me 20 minutes to get home instead of the 40 it used to take.  YIPEE!! Anyway....not too much exciting to report. I will try and do something super cool over fall break so I have some good stories to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2769945595600173865?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/2769945595600173865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=2769945595600173865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2769945595600173865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2769945595600173865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-break-baby.html' title='Fall Break Baby!!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2531243847755495047</id><published>2008-09-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:23:38.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock out!!</title><content type='html'>So Friday I had a pretty crappy day and I was all set to get on here and blog about my crappy day and now I can't remeber what chapped my hide so much. I guess that is a pretty good thing! I just spent the last 2 hours writing an essay for English tomorrow and  I am super excited to be done! I had to do a rhetorical analyisis and it blew, except I really like the essay I had to analyaze it was just the whole analyzing part I didn't particularly dig.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if I have mentioned this in any previous blogs, but I have a quite a problem. When I am work we rock out to the oldies station and sometimes I get carried away and find myself singing and dancing along with the radio and then something zaps me back into reality and I suddenly remember there is a store full of people in front of me. So this happened again today. I started rocking out and then looked up to see a guy ( a not bad to look at guy) staring back at me. He had this smirk on his face and then he said Yeah this is a pretty cool song and then started to sing along too, so we rocked out while I made his ice cream and then he told me this was the funnest time he ever had getting ice cream. Poor guy, I think he was trying to flirt, too bad I is a taken woman. but still it was a funny a story, and I thought I would share it with the rest of you! So my advice is to rock out when you feel the urge, it doesn't matter if people are watching, that only makes it better! And for those of my single friends out there, its aparently a good way to meet guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2531243847755495047?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2531243847755495047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2531243847755495047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-out.html' title='Rock out!!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-5435626041554254892</id><published>2008-09-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:43:41.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>So I have a new favorite movie, Penelope. Its a modern fairytale about a girl with the face of a pig. It sounds weird, but it was so cute. Now I have to admit I have always had this small hatred for Christina Ricci, it may have started because I was in love with Devon Sawa many moons ago and she got to kiss him in 2 movies and that didn't seem fair to me and this un-rational hatred has stayed with me a long time, but I must not also admit that I really liked her in this movie. Even though she had a pig nose I thought she was still very pretty and very likable. My other confession is that I am also hugely in love with James Macavoy the male lead in this movie and this may have tainted my judgement a bit. But I still highly recomend this film. It was cute and not crude at all which is a rare find these days! So if you ever looking for a fin chick flick you should check this one out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-5435626041554254892?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5435626041554254892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5435626041554254892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-favorite-movie.html' title='New Favorite Movie'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-6213701592278079782</id><published>2008-09-11T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:39:17.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>I never realized how long it has been since I have written a blog! I will have to  try and do better...though I think I have said that before. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I started school again. I am taking three classes which is a big change for me since I usually take one, only sometimes I take 2. But I am enjoying the work, and my classes. My favorite class is probably my human gtowth and development class. I enjoy going to class everyday and I feel like I am getting a lot out of it. We have been learning a lot about babies and why they do what they do, and then last class this girl brought in her baby and we experimented on it. Okay that sounds bad, they were nice experiments, we tested his senses and motor functions and he seemed to love every minute of it. I am also taking a math class taught by this russian woman who I find completely fascinating. She makes everything sound a lot cooler than it needs to be. Like 8 divide four is 2, sounds more like a threat than a fact, and I love it. I am taking english 1010 also, I have always enjoyed english and this class just seems like a repeat of things I already know, so i am hoping i can breeze through this one without much effort on my part.&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I are still together and going strong. We will reach the five year mark in December and that completely freaks me out, but in a good way I guess. Its awesome he has put up with my crap for so long. His mom bought me Mario Party for the DS for my birthday and we have playing that quite a bit lately. We get really excited and scream a lot and ending up laughing really hard the whole time..its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is pretty much my life right now, you are now up to date and I will try to write more and keep things more updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-6213701592278079782?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6213701592278079782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6213701592278079782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-its-been-while.html' title='Wow! Its been a while...'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-6392700863680364084</id><published>2008-06-08T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:30:10.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to post pictures so enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-6392700863680364084?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6392700863680364084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6392700863680364084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2023885193478704696</id><published>2008-06-08T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:24:50.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuoyTIdrI/AAAAAAAAADA/X55zQeyX5_s/s1600-h/NYC57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730884680840882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuoyTIdrI/AAAAAAAAADA/X55zQeyX5_s/s400/NYC57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Danielle after seeing Wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyupNolTWI/AAAAAAAAADI/h0uq_RnLDn4/s1600-h/NYC60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730892018568546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyupNolTWI/AAAAAAAAADI/h0uq_RnLDn4/s400/NYC60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wicked set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caryn in a taxi.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyud8DkI2I/AAAAAAAAACY/SOZLZag7ipo/s1600-h/NYC134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730698321339234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyud8DkI2I/AAAAAAAAACY/SOZLZag7ipo/s400/NYC134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyueM7YAkI/AAAAAAAAACg/GqLpupyhFAs/s1600-h/NYC135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730702850392642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyueM7YAkI/AAAAAAAAACg/GqLpupyhFAs/s400/NYC135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting at the airport FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyueQFgfuI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZyhWm3qgk_o/s1600-h/NYC137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730703698198242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyueQFgfuI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZyhWm3qgk_o/s400/NYC137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us trying to sneak a picture of the guy behind my shoulder, its Mr.Green from the movie Clue, or Lenny from Laverne and Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuehLqdTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8MueVFn6Fgg/s1600-h/NYC33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730708287419698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuehLqdTI/AAAAAAAAACw/8MueVFn6Fgg/s400/NYC33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and I in central park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuezyjSzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DnLLbCl8SiA/s1600-h/NYC36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730713282366258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuezyjSzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DnLLbCl8SiA/s400/NYC36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the Natural History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuMEO8zPI/AAAAAAAAABw/xmYYFk5MO2s/s1600-h/NYC125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730391278931186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuMEO8zPI/AAAAAAAAABw/xmYYFk5MO2s/s400/NYC125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the park our last day, which is why I look so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuMkGQrPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r2vSuJR_Am4/s1600-h/NYC126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730399832419570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuMkGQrPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r2vSuJR_Am4/s400/NYC126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesome squirell in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuNWofvMI/AAAAAAAAACA/TzTivDMOkAI/s1600-h/NYC129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730413397785794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuNWofvMI/AAAAAAAAACA/TzTivDMOkAI/s400/NYC129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Belvadere Castle in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuNt54v3I/AAAAAAAAACI/NscFNBLgjcE/s1600-h/NYC130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730419644743538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuNt54v3I/AAAAAAAAACI/NscFNBLgjcE/s400/NYC130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuN0N-x2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Z5zl1ebunNE/s1600-h/NYC134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730421339637602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuN0N-x2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Z5zl1ebunNE/s400/NYC134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryn in a taxi(again, i don't know why its on here twice, but i don't know how to make it go away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyt7i3qz5I/AAAAAAAAABo/uzutzXnsJeQ/s1600-h/NYC124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209730107445006226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyt7i3qz5I/AAAAAAAAABo/uzutzXnsJeQ/s400/NYC124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoppin at the disney store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating the real chessecake and watchin the Pimpernel.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytrMnMvzI/AAAAAAAAABg/oaWD-rltGTo/s1600-h/NYC122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729826592440114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytrMnMvzI/AAAAAAAAABg/oaWD-rltGTo/s400/NYC122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEythT3tO6I/AAAAAAAAABY/QNx7a8f2Llw/s1600-h/NYC121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729656742034338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEythT3tO6I/AAAAAAAAABY/QNx7a8f2Llw/s400/NYC121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytcvFhd1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Id8m7FeQAZ4/s1600-h/NYC119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729578148394834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytcvFhd1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Id8m7FeQAZ4/s400/NYC119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretending to fall off the balcony, since mom is so afraid of heights I knew this would crack her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytV0nwg5I/AAAAAAAAABI/GamgdB3sS20/s1600-h/NYC110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729459375080338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytV0nwg5I/AAAAAAAAABI/GamgdB3sS20/s400/NYC110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle checking out the museum at Ellis Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytQ8p4waI/AAAAAAAAABA/H3l8ZnQrFgg/s1600-h/NYC108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729375632146850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytQ8p4waI/AAAAAAAAABA/H3l8ZnQrFgg/s400/NYC108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe wall of names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytKuGekZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6--jCWVuef0/s1600-h/NYC102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729268646318482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytKuGekZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6--jCWVuef0/s400/NYC102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us chillin on a bench, we were so worn out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytB9qiIII/AAAAAAAAAAw/QNXk1Fs1d08/s1600-h/NYC10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209729118205255810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEytB9qiIII/AAAAAAAAAAw/QNXk1Fs1d08/s400/NYC10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the harbor where Lady Liberty sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2023885193478704696?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/2023885193478704696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=2023885193478704696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2023885193478704696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2023885193478704696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-and-danielle-after-seeing-wicked.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56cO0A4xKhc/SEyuoyTIdrI/AAAAAAAAADA/X55zQeyX5_s/s72-c/NYC57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-7740935309643432000</id><published>2008-06-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:39:10.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Trip!!</title><content type='html'>So i went to New York last week!! It was awesome!! We got there at about 7 on Friday night and we went straight to Danielle's and then she took us to this really cute mexican place for dinner, it was pretty cool. Her apartment was tiny and we had like no space but it was still a blast. We woke up Saturday and went sight seeing. We went see the statue of liberty (from a distance) and then we wondered around central park and and then we went to the museum of Natural History which was super cool!! They had this way cool floor all dedicated to dinosaurs! I loved it i could have spent hours there. It was really cool. And then  we went back to Danielle's and got pizza and watched a movie. THe next day we got up and went to get our Wicked tickets from the box office and I was so excited I couldn't even function! It was freakishly awesome! Then we wondered around times square a bit and then we went to the show. The show was amazing! I couldn't even hold still waiting for it to start and it was honestly the best show I have ever seen in my life. And we were so close that it was like they were just singing to me! I totally cried, but in a good way. After that we shopped a little and I spent like a hundred dollars on make-up, but really good make-up! And then we went and got real new york cheesecake and watched the scarlett pimpernel. THe cheesecake was amazing! Best I ever had! And Caryn had never seen the Scarlett Pimpernell so of course we had to make her watch it since Danielle and I love it so much. The next day we got up super early and went to see the Statue of Liberty we waited in line for a while and then we finally got to go and I am such a nerd that everytime I saw the statue of liberty I couldn't help singing the song from ghostbusters that they play to make the statue walk. I think Caryn and Danielle were ready to kill me, but I had a good time. We just kind fo took it easy the rest of that day and then Tuesday which was our last day we took Danielle to work and then Caryn and I wandered around Manhatten by ourselves, we went to the Disney store which was huge it was like 3 levels and really cool inside and the staff applauded us as we walked through the door which was a little weird, but memorable. Then we went and wandered around central park some more which was fun but by this point in the trip we were exhausted so we were walking really slow, but it was still awesome. Then as we headed back to Danielle's work we stopped at FAO Schwartz which is this huge toy store, its the one from the movie big where they dance on the piano and it was awesome. There was a whole Harry Potter section with costume and figurines and a Lord of THe Rings section and they had life sixe Lego Figures of Darth Vader and R2-D2 and Chewbaca it was pretty cool, we of course took pictures with them. Then this is where the trip gets frustrating. See the whole trip up until this point was sunny and beautiful, but then all of the sudden as we are on the airplane and about to fly away a freakish electrical storm hits and we got stuck on the airplane for like 5 hours!! And they couldn't decide if they wanted to cancel the flight or just wait and go and it was really irritating. So then after five  hours they decide to take us back to the terminal and by then all the food is gone and they still didn't know if they were going to cancel the flight or not. And by this point we had already missed our connecting flight in Denver.  So then they decided they were going to get us to Denver that night so we got to denver at about one in the morning and we were exhausted and hungry and so we got a motel room and slept til about noon the next day and then our flight left at three fourty five and we finally got home about five thirty, so only twenty hours after we were supposed to get home in the first place!! All in all it was a great trip, I am so glad I went, I would love to post pictures, but I am not sure how to do it, so I will have to have Tiff help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-7740935309643432000?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/7740935309643432000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/7740935309643432000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/06/nyc-trip.html' title='NYC Trip!!'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-5201448860832170452</id><published>2008-05-16T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:06:51.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...been distracted...</title><content type='html'>I can't beleive it has been so long since I wrote a blog! That is crazy! Well for those of you who don't know, i didn't pass Biology. I was really upset about it, but i am coping.  I have decided to do Medical Assisting after all and just skip Biology altogether. At least for now. I will probably come back later, i just need to get started in something before I go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to New York next friday. I am super stinkin excited! I have been looking forward to it for weeks and it is finally here!! I can't beleive it! I get to Danielle and Wicked and a bunch of other really cool junk! I am jazzed!!!!  Hence all the exclamation points.&lt;br /&gt;THings are pretty good in the rest of my life too. I am of course still loving everyday that I get to be with Jason. We hung out all day Tuesday and it was awesome. We went to see that What Happens in Vegas movie and i loved it. Jason and I were in a really good mood which probably made things funnier than it would have been otherwise, but still there were times i almost peed my pants I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new digital camera for my trip, its really tiny and cute and just really awesome and it will hold like 900 pictures, which is perfect since I love taking pictures! I am sure i will use all 900 on my trip.&lt;br /&gt;My way good friend Holli had her baby today! So those of you who know her should congratulate her! I am so proud of her, and so excited for her! Her mom is too, you can tell by how excited she was when she called my mom!&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all my big news, I promise to try and write more often, now that there is no guilt for being on the computer and not studying, it should be easier. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-5201448860832170452?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5201448860832170452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5201448860832170452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorrybeen-distracted.html' title='Sorry...been distracted...'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-976246990366891323</id><published>2008-04-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:04:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Heres the full arm  story</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday morning I'm getting ready for work, and I am running late as usual and of course when you are running late nothing is where you want it to be, so I am brushing my teeth and running down stairs at the same time to look for my shoes and I totally slipped and fell down the stairs, and as most of you know our stairs are just wood, no carpet on them and waiting at the bottom is a cement floor so I panicked as I was falling and reached up and grapped the railing to stop the fall. So my arm kinda twisted and pulled my to a stop and it immidiately began shooting pain ( as did a lot of other parts of my body, but not as bad). So I crawled up the stairs and called mom cause I was in pain and didn't know what to do, not thinking straight and couldn't comprehend how to handle the situation. So mom came home ready to take me to the emergency room but I had calmed down quite a bit by then and the only pain was in my arm, so I decided to try working.  By the end  of the day I decided to go to the doctor. So thats where we are at now, I got x-rays and they never called me back to give me the results, but it is beggining to feel better everyday and so I am positive I just pulled the muscle and it will be back to normal in a couple of days. Luckily I have an awesome family and Jason to take care of me. They have all been super great, especially with helping put my jacket on, for some reason that is the hardest thing to do one handed.  Anyways, it is finals time so I might not write another blog for a week or so...but wish me luck! I freakin hope I pass Biology this time, or I might cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-976246990366891323?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/976246990366891323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/976246990366891323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-heres-full-arm-story.html' title='Hey, Heres the full arm  story'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-492628497161896467</id><published>2008-04-08T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:50:20.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressin...</title><content type='html'>So I had my Bilology test today. It only determines my entire future, so no pressure. Its over and there is nothing I can do about it now, but I keep stressing that I should have done more or I didn't know enough and I am sure I failed, considering I haven't gotten and higher than a 60 on any of my tests I guess I know why, I just tried my hardest and  i hope it paid off. And if I don't pass I guess I don't have to go to class anymore and I will just do medical assisting, which would be great too. I just really wanted to radiology or nursing. I guess whatever happens happens and I just need to stop stressing, I just can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-492628497161896467?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/492628497161896467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/492628497161896467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/04/stressin.html' title='Stressin...'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-2402906222236963850</id><published>2008-04-06T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:41:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Vandalism?</title><content type='html'>So a bunch of my friends and I hung out at Jason's Saturday night. I was having a really good time and then as everyone was leaving Caryn called to tell me there was something drawn on my window. So Jason and  I go to check it out and someone had written Albino on my windsheild and drew some male genetalia on my back window! I am so upset, if it was random, why me? And if it wasn't random, why me? I can't imagine I did something that would make someone do that to my car. So it had to be random. But then why my car and no one elses who just drives down the street finds a car draws obscene things on it and drives away? I hate people. And then it was  really late and I just wanted to go home, but i wasn't going to leave that crap on my car so I had to find somewhere to wash it off....grr...I guess I am just mad...but the happy thing is that I paid my last car payment this week so at least they vandalized my very own car, not the banks, mine. That is an awesome thought...I will focus on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-2402906222236963850?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/2402906222236963850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=2402906222236963850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2402906222236963850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/2402906222236963850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-act-of-vandalism.html' title='Random Act of Vandalism?'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-431499841226382084</id><published>2008-03-31T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:20:44.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I wrote it wrong, we watched the Mist. Not the Fog, the Fog was a terrible movie that was not scary at all! The Mist traumatized me for life. Just so we're clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-431499841226382084?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/431499841226382084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/431499841226382084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-9115867619191173106</id><published>2008-03-30T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:36:50.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocheting Machine</title><content type='html'>We went to see Grandma today for my usual Sunday activity and she taught Tiff and I how to crochet I really struggled at first cause of the whole I am left handed thing and therefore everything is more difficult, but one I got the general idea the right handed way I figured out the lefty way and now I am completely addicted. I probably crocheted for like four hours, my hands are sore, and I want to do it more! Yesterday I got to have a date with Jason and it was so much. I just love hanging out with that kid, it really is a blessing to get to date your best friend. We rented a movie and a game and hung out all night. We watched the Fog, which is a suprisingly really good movie and it scared the crap out of me! I jumped a lot and had to hide my face a couple of times, so it was a good movie, but it also really upset me. SO I really can't decide if I liked it or not. We also played this Lord Of The Rings game and it was way fun. I liked it a lot and I can't wait to play again. I am glad we found a game to play together since we beat Lego Star Wars there has been a void that needed filled. But anyways, he is the best and I am glad I get to hang out with him. I love that we can laugh at everything and anything. I cant wait to tell him I can crochet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-9115867619191173106?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/9115867619191173106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/9115867619191173106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/crocheting-machine.html' title='Crocheting Machine'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-7733661478532167701</id><published>2008-03-27T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:37:40.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The curses of Technology.</title><content type='html'>So I missed class all week this week. My cell phone is my alarm clock and Tuesday night my phone died in the middle of the night so I didn't wake up. Then today I set the time wrong and didn't wake up again. I was so mad! I really need to go to class! I can't afford to miss any and then this happens. So my phone wasn't really to blame today, its just that Im a moron that can't tell time between AM and PM , but still....I am just frustrated and it means I will have to work twice as hard so I don't fall behind....grrr. Well nothing can be done now so I suppose I just have to play the Pollyanna card and make the best out of it. I am trying to be more positive lately. I have been too stressed out and its making me grumpy, so I am going to try and work on my attitude. We'll see how that works out, its easy to say im going to try and be happier when I am not at work. I guess I just need to get a new job....May, I promised Gary I would stay til May...Something to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-7733661478532167701?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/7733661478532167701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/7733661478532167701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/curses-of-technology.html' title='The curses of Technology.'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-5749753612218962901</id><published>2008-03-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:32:26.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A - Attached or Single: attached, completely with Jason, for as long as I can trick him into it.&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friends: Jason, Caryn, Crystal, Danielle, Dale, and of course my sis.&lt;br /&gt;C - Cake or Pie: I'll say cake, but really neither is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;D - Day of Choice: Thursday or Sunday, cause I don't work those days.&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential Item: probably cell phone, it never rings but i feel naked without it.&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Color: Blue right now. Colts blue :)&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Worms: Worms. I don't know why, they are just more fun to eat.&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: I have to say Bountiful since I have never lived anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgences:Oh man, the candied apples from the chocolate factory, and cookies from Cutlers, they are my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;J - January or July: definitely July right now, cause im cold, but i bet in July i will be saying January..&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids:none yet, but i am as proud of my neice as i would be my own child.&lt;br /&gt;L - Life is incomplete without: my family and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage Date: ahaha, the question everyone asks me everyday of my life...when it happens it happens and at this point you'll all be lucky if i don't elope and not tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings: Two, one brother and one sister&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or Apples: I dig them both, i couldn't choose.&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias or Fears: well spiders are a big one, and things going in my ears jasons favorite game is stick things in Jills ears and watch her have a friggen heart attack...i'll get him one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quotes: " No one is useless in this world that lightens the burden of it to anyone else"-Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: Fall&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag 3 Friends: none of my friends have a blog but Tiff and she already did it so...&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: Some of you already know this, but i haven't worn a matching pair of socks since I was probably 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;V - Very favorite stores: Target, Old Navy and Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst Habit: biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;X - X-ray or Ultrasound: x-ray, but i don't know why it matters&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your Favorite Food: Pasta hands down. Any kind of pasta.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Virgo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-5749753612218962901?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5749753612218962901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5749753612218962901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/attached-or-single-attached-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-9048522714411461247</id><published>2008-03-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:33:18.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Is Great</title><content type='html'>It was Easter weekend this weekend. I love holidays and getting the opportunity to spend time with my family. Though it was weird having our first Steven-less holiday, but it worked out okay i think. Kate helped me dye eggs on Saturday and she loved it! And she didn't make too much of a mess which is always a bonus.  I then got to spend the day with Grandma yesterday, which is one of my favorite things to do. I love my sunday's with her.  Then we came home and watched Cary Grant at Tiff's. I could watch him everyday. All in all a very good holiday. I hope everyone else had a Happy Easter too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-9048522714411461247?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/9048522714411461247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/9048522714411461247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-is-great.html' title='Easter Is Great'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-6595177718233910274</id><published>2008-03-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:29:29.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve</title><content type='html'>So we took Steven to the MTC today. I couldn't believe how hard it was. All yesterday and this morning I wasn't thinking about anything except how excited I was for him, and how I wanted his room. Then we get to the MTC and they send you walking down this long hallway with pictures of missionaries all over it, and thats when the tears started, thats when it first hit me that these were my last moments with him for 2 years. Then we enter the room and everyone is singing Called To Serve, I could barely get the words out. Then they play this movie of missionaries and I just lost it, couldn't hold the tears back anymore. And then the movie ends and they tell you to say goodbye. My heart sank and I was sobbing. I wasn't ready. But I did it. I hugged him and told him how much I loved him and how proud I was of him, and I told him how special it was that Dad bore his testimony to him last night and that he needs to keep that with him. THat is the most amazing thing to come from this whole experience I think. And then he hugged everyone else and I tried to stand behind him so he didn't see how much I was crying. And then he hurried off out his door. I could tell he was too excited to leave. Is it too soon to start a countdown for when he comes home? I know I am going to be one of those sisters thats lives week to week just waiting to hear from him. He better write soon! Anyways. I get to go back to work tomorrow, and maybe its  good we are so understaffed and I am so overstressed it will  help me keep my mind off of things.  Jason did a very good job of that today too. I cried to him when I first got there and he let me for a littel while, and then he started doing his cute Jason things that stop me from crying like telling me jokes and tickling me and making me talk about other things that have nothing to do with Steve. That was good. He is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-6595177718233910274?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6595177718233910274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/6595177718233910274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/steve.html' title='Steve'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-970400578899457863</id><published>2008-03-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:29:18.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have been sick this weekend which has been really sucky, plus Steven has been being the great brother that he is and checking on me all the time and waiting on me hand and foot which makes me realize how much I take him for granted and I am going to miss him a ton! He is just the greatest guy in the whole wide world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-970400578899457863?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/970400578899457863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/970400578899457863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-have-been-sick-this-weekend-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-784180081438473377</id><published>2008-03-12T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:49:02.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...I love my job.</title><content type='html'>So today I was working and I dropped a pan of ice cream and it hit my protruding ankle bone. Of all the luck. It hurts really bad and it immidiately started swelling and of course I couldn't find anyone to cover for me until like an hour and a half later....yeah that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I also had this awesome genius lady who stood in front of the sign that says we don't accept checks and preceeded to write out a check. So I politely said, "im sorry mam, but we don't accept checks." She freaked out! She started screaming that I should have said something before she started writing her check, like im a psychic and knew thats how she was going to pay. And I apologized anyways and told her that I was sorry was there any other way she could pay? She freaked out again and said she didn't have anything else with her so I was just going to have to take her check. I got a little more stern and told her I was sorry but we aren't set up to take checks. She freaked out and told him how inconvenient that is for everyone in the world and how hard is it to take her check its a perfectly good check( by this time I was starting to get a line of people who all seemed extremely irritated with this woman).  I told her as a small buisness it just isn't worth it for us to accept checks. She freaked out again saying its no different than accepting cash, and i just stood there thinking to myself that this woman in a moron and has lived a very sheltered life and thought about telling her about all the processing fees and how it costs as much to process a check for an ice cream as the ice cream costs and then the guy behind her stepped in and said he would pay for her ice cream if she would just drop it. I almost laughed when she smiled all sweetly at him and told him he was such a nice guy and started totally flirting and he just rolled his eyes and ordered his ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Man....people make me crazy. I can tell I have worked in the food industry way too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-784180081438473377?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/784180081438473377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/784180081438473377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhi-love-my-job.html' title='Ahh...I love my job.'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107539370125722188.post-5865533907590347780</id><published>2008-03-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:49:49.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog.</title><content type='html'>So today was my first day of work without Steven. It was weird, he has been working with me for months and now he won't be there anymore. I had to write terminated next to his name and everything. Its crazy that he leaves in just over a week.  I am kinda having a panic attack. I can't beleive I won't be able to see him  everyday. I can't even comprehend what that will be like. I keep thinking about all the things that can happen while hes gone. I could finish school, Tiff could have another baby, Kate will be so big and talking and stuff when he gets back. Its just crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6107539370125722188-5865533907590347780?l=jillybean1578430.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/feeds/5865533907590347780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6107539370125722188&amp;postID=5865533907590347780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5865533907590347780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6107539370125722188/posts/default/5865533907590347780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillybean1578430.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog.'/><author><name>Jill Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
