<?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-8872210628955815250</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:05:24.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-968305208760939537</id><published>2009-05-28T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:15:25.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2002....What happened to you?</title><content type='html'>So today my brother got an invitation in the mail for his 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt;........  he graduated in 2004.  What happened to us, Class of 2002..... we are such slackers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-968305208760939537?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/968305208760939537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-of-2002what-happened-to-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/968305208760939537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/968305208760939537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-of-2002what-happened-to-you.html' title='Class of 2002....What happened to you?'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-7354505636877572151</id><published>2009-02-28T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:37:27.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalY3SiPI0I/AAAAAAAAFVw/hnu_yYSQF_o/s320/IMG_4121.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307871342724326210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my brother Curtis' birthday last Friday the 20th.  He turned 22.  He is in the Navy and actually out at sea until August, so he was not here to celebrate his birthday, but that did not stop us from celebrating!  My dad had a crazy idea to throw a party, video tape it, and make it into a DVD to send to my brother on the ship.  We all got together at my parents house.  Invited a bunch of my brothers buddies over, and then some family friends as well.  It was actually a lot of fun.  Had cake, sang happy birthday, and even opened some presents.  It was just a good excuse to get everyone together.  I think that my brother will actually really like the video!  Something to entertain him while he is floating in the middle of the ocean! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents neighbor boys were so stinkin cute!  I was taping them dancing with balloons and as they were talking into the camera, they kept saying "Let us hear Curtis!"  I tried to explain how the video camera worked and that Curtis could not actually see them at that moment, but they didn't seem to grasp that idea.  They really thought that my brother was watching from the camera right then and that I could hear him because I was holding the camera.  Oh to be little.... so stinkin cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalY4TJnngI/AAAAAAAAFWA/fmYop9Z7_Cs/s320/IMG_4125_edited-1.JPG" style="float:left; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalTd9yM3bI/AAAAAAAAFVA/p7k8eTmiJkE/s320/IMG_4150_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307865410099273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some fun pictures from what I have been up to for the past couple months!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught up with good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalTdqe5nAI/AAAAAAAAFU4/0ix30HIUucY/s1600-h/IMG_4149_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalTc3bI4nI/AAAAAAAAFUo/fse5hEOfmjE/s320/IMG_4077_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307865391212061298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalTcrBs9FI/AAAAAAAAFUg/xqRYLiSvmDU/s1600-h/IMG_4004_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalTcrBs9FI/AAAAAAAAFUg/xqRYLiSvmDU/s320/IMG_4004_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307865387884147794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Valentines Day by having some single lady time at a wine tasting party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helped my good friend Michael ring in his 21st birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-5706418348241020680?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5706418348241020680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times-great-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/5706418348241020680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/5706418348241020680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times-great-friends.html' title='good times, great friends'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalTd9yM3bI/AAAAAAAAFVA/p7k8eTmiJkE/s72-c/IMG_4150_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-1541390364624665536</id><published>2009-02-28T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:52:57.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalLYUOocCI/AAAAAAAAFTw/3wlVEOuGwxo/s320/IMG_4109.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307856516951863330" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalLYvvzyMI/AAAAAAAAFT4/4wqdTKh94RI/s1600-h/IMG_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalLYvvzyMI/AAAAAAAAFT4/4wqdTKh94RI/s320/IMG_4119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307856524338776258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have been living in my apartment for 6 months now.  Living alone has been super fun, but there are moments when I really wished I had a dog to keep me company.  I am not allowed to have pets in my apartment building, which makes me sad, but I have been trying to deal with that.  My first attempt to fill the void of a puppy was buying a fish.  I bought a beautiful pink beta named Bella.  I love Bella... she is fun to watch... she follows my finger if a move it around the outside of the tank... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was debating trying to sneak a puppy in the building... but with the barking and having to take out on walks, I figured I would very quickly get caught.  My friend Heather lives next door to me and actually has two cats.  She has lived there for over a year and has never got caught with the animals.  So that got me thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is, I am actually allergic to cats. They make me sneeze.  We always had outdoor cats while I was growing up, and that even got to me sometimes if I were to touch the cat and not wash my hands right away.  My parents actually got an indoor cat after I moved out, and for months I stayed away from their house because I couldn't breath every time I was over there.  They finally got rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you would think, that a person who is allergic to cats would NEVER even consider the idea of getting one.  Well, apparently I am not a very logical person.  I am now the owner of a cat.  It is a four year old male cat who I have named Skittles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never had to take care of a cat before.  I am totally a dog person.  Not really sure what to do with a cat.  The whole litter box thing?? Gross!!  The fact that there is an animal that is going to the bathroom INSIDE of my house really disgusts me!  Also the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he uses the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;litter box&lt;/span&gt; he gets the litter everywhere!  Then there is the smell... oh how gross the smell is!  I am an even bigger fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Febreeze&lt;/span&gt; then I was before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now what can you do with a cat??  I am used to dogs.  You take them on walks, play fetch, teach them cool tricks.  It has taken me a few days to realize that if I pat my hand on my knee, whistle and call the cats name it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; NOT going to come to me.  All that this cat likes to do is lay on the ground, stretch, and climb on things.  This cat is so weird... it really likes to sit in the shower while I am in there taking a shower!  It really climbs in and takes a seat and stays there while I bathe myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a week now.  There is cat hair all over my apartment and I have been taking allergy pills everyday.  We will see how long this relationship lasts.  Skittles is a nice cat... I guess I just have to get used to the ways of a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-1541390364624665536?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1541390364624665536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-was-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/1541390364624665536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/1541390364624665536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?!'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalLYUOocCI/AAAAAAAAFTw/3wlVEOuGwxo/s72-c/IMG_4109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-1066613314740724163</id><published>2009-02-08T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:24:16.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMMORROW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SY9pjIl03PI/AAAAAAAAABY/t_0I6jl7O4M/s1600-h/img013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SY9pjIl03PI/AAAAAAAAABY/t_0I6jl7O4M/s320/img013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300571338760838386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-1066613314740724163?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1066613314740724163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/tommorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/1066613314740724163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/1066613314740724163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/tommorrow.html' title='TOMMORROW!!!'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SY9pjIl03PI/AAAAAAAAABY/t_0I6jl7O4M/s72-c/img013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-4929003475798107924</id><published>2009-02-08T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:05:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought....</title><content type='html'>Why is it that women have to go through all the trouble of shaving, and men can be as hairy as can be and its okay??  I spend a lot of extra time in the shower every morning shaving my arms, my legs and everywhere other than my head... and what for??  to be smooth and sexy?  But then a man can have hair growing in the most random places and no one thinks there is anything wrong with that?!  It just seems so unfair!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-4929003475798107924?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/4929003475798107924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/4929003475798107924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/4929003475798107924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought....'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-581581424513209249</id><published>2009-02-02T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:52:45.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAl41xUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0D7NIMoYdcY/s1600-h/DSCN0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAl41xUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0D7NIMoYdcY/s320/DSCN0311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427797167260994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a Ladies Only "Anti-Superbowl" Party at my house yesterday.  It was super fun.  Got a group of girlfriends together.  Played games and hung out.  It was nice to have a night to hang out with the ladies.  Didn't really watch much of the Superbowl.... but it was more fun that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAjM4vgI/AAAAAAAAABI/v2B24KZ7MKY/s1600-h/DSCN0288_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAjM4vgI/AAAAAAAAABI/v2B24KZ7MKY/s320/DSCN0288_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427796446035458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAaPQVCI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xya4EdHhTyU/s1600-h/DSCN0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAaPQVCI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xya4EdHhTyU/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427794040050722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAJlfLFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LX8fM3lNuI8/s1600-h/DSCN0283_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAJlfLFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LX8fM3lNuI8/s320/DSCN0283_edited-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298427789569895506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-581581424513209249?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/581581424513209249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-sunday-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/581581424513209249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/581581424513209249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-sunday-madness.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday Madness'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SYfMAl41xUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0D7NIMoYdcY/s72-c/DSCN0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-424252750927318327</id><published>2009-01-31T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:10:54.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming...</title><content type='html'>I really love dreams.  I love the crazy ideas and thoughts that go through our heads while we are all sleeping.  I can usually remember bits and pieces of dreams every night, but lately it seems I have been having some very vivid dreams.  I searched a dream dictionary online to find what the meaning behind some of these dreams could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird dream #1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was laying nice and warm in my bed, and suddenly opened my eyes to find that my bed was no longer in my bedroom... it was in the middle of a shopping center!  There were people walking all around me.  All I wanted to do was get up and run away... but then i realized that under my blankets I was completely naked!  i couldn't get up and run away without exposing myself to everyone!  So I laid there helpless, while everyone walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is what the dream dictionary had to say... "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nudity symbolizes being caught off guard. Finding yourself naked at work or in a classroom, suggests that you are unprepared for a project at work or school. You may be uninformed in making a well-formed decision. With all eyes on you, you have this fear of having some deed brought to public attention. You fear that people will see through your true self and you will be exposed as a fraud or a phony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. This implies that your fears are unfounded; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue of nothing."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;So in my dream, no one was noticing that I was naked... they just went on with their business.  Its kinda weird, because when I had this dream, i was stressed about some stuff and making it a bigger deal than it really was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird dream #2.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This dream I actually had a couple of times.   I was at the movie theater, and EVERYTHING was red.  The floor, the ceiling, the decorations, the walls.... everything was red.  No one else was around.  Just me.  I walked up to the concession stand, and a man (wearing all red!!) turned to give me some popcorn.  The man was a good friend of mine... a friend whom I kinda had a thing with, but even though I really want it to work out, it hasn't been able to(LONG story).  Anyway, he turned towards me with a huge smile and handed me a bucket of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The dream dictionary had interpretations of the color red, the movie theater, and popcorn.  This is what it said  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage and passion. The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations. Consider the phrase "seeing red" to denote anger.  Red is also the color of danger, shame, sexual impulses and urges. Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Movie Theater:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To dream that you are in a movie theater, indicates that you are attempting to protect yourself from your emotions and/or actions. Viewing them on a movie screen projects them onto another person and thus makes those feelings/actions distant . You may be protecting yourself from experiencing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Popcorn:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see popcorn in your dream, suggests that you are full of ideas. It may also indicate that certain truths/facts are being made aware to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;I am not too sure about how to factor this into my life.  The guy who was in the dream, is someone I want but know I can't have... so I am thinking the red could factor into that.  I have always tried to hide and protect myself from my feelings towards him.... that could be the movie theater.  But I am not too sure about the popcorn quite yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird dream #3.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This dream actually happened last night.  It was two dreams in one.  In the first dream, I woke up, opened my bedroom door, and found the same guy from the last dream walking around my house.  I asked him what he was doing there, and how he got in.  He pulled out a key and made a really big deal about how he had found the key to my house.  He kept talking and talking about this key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the second dream, I was out shopping with my sister.  The same guy appeared again.  He came running towards me and told me he really needed my car keys.  Just like in the first dream, he kept making a big deal about the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;I looked up the meaning of Keys in a dream, and this is what it said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To see a key in your dream, symbolizes opportunities, access, control, secrets, or responsibilities. You may be locking away your own inner feelings and emotions.  Or you are close to unlocking the answer to some problem. In particular a ring of keys, represent your adaptability to a situation. Alternatively, keys have sexual connotations. They can represent intercourse, impotence, infidelity, etc. depending on the condition and usage of the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To dream that you lose your keys, signifies fears of losing control of yourself or losing your position or status in life. It may also indicate unexpected changes, frustrations, and unpleasant adventures. If you give your key away, then it suggests that you have given up control of some situation or responsibility.  To dream that you find keys, signifies that you have found a solution to a problem. To see broken keys in your dream, indicates lost in status. You are now denied access to a place where you were previously allowed. If the keys are rusty, then it symbolizes a talent or skill that you have neglected."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;I really have no clue what this one meant to me!  i am still trying to figure that out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I am really going to try to interpret as many dreams as I can.  i do find it to be so interesting, especially when the interpretations seem to be right on!  The dream websites I was reading suggested that you keep a small notepad by your bed so that you can jot down your dreams as soon as you wake up, before you have a chance to forget them.  I think I am going to start doing that.  I'll let you all know how that goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8872210628955815250-424252750927318327?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/424252750927318327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/424252750927318327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/424252750927318327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming...'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-4575222874037501848</id><published>2009-01-25T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:50:19.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundance 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SX0CZleLgnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XCqZdwEtBJg/s1600-h/DSCN0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SX0CZleLgnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XCqZdwEtBJg/s320/DSCN0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295391375436251762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friend Heather and I ventured up to Park City this weekend for the Sundance Film Festival.  I had been looking forward to this weekend, but left the festival slightly disappointed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had tickets to two different shows.  The first one was called "Bronson".  It was a true story about Charles Bronson, a British man who has lived his life in a prison cell.  He is known as Britain's most violent prisoner.  He was first put in jail for stealing money at a young age, but his term kept getting extended due to continued violent behavior.  The movie goes through his life from birth to 30 years of prison life.  It was an interesting movie.  This man was crazy!  He had a joy for kicking the crap out of people!  I just didn't understand him!  Despite him being crazy, I did really enjoy the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The second movie we saw was horrible!!  It was called "Lunch Break".  It took place in an industrial plant.  Imagine a VERY long hallway.  On one side is a very long row of lockers, and on the other side there are benches every few feet with people sitting on them.  The people were workers on their lunch break, sitting and eating their food.  The movie started with the camera at one end of the hall, and SLOWLY made its way to the other end.  That is all the movie was!!! No one spoke, no one made any noise.  All you could hear was the noisy sound of machines in the background.  The camera moved INCREDIBLY slowly down the hall, and for an hour and a half you got to watch people slowly take bites of their sandwiches and sip their coffee.  We made it through 20 minutes.... and we were not even close to being the only ones who walked out of the theater.  I really wonder what the writer and director of that movie were thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the movie we walked around and shopped.  It was a really gloomy day.  It rained and snowed on and off the entire time we were there.  I didn't get to see any celebrities.  They were all probably staying inside, or had gone home... it was the last day of the festival.  Instead of celebrities, I got hit on by a crazy man wearing a cape and mickey mouse gloves.   I'm glad I drove all the way up to Park City to experience cheesy pick up lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next year I want to get tickets for movies on opening weekend.  I think it might be a little more exciting.  I'm still glad I went this year though.  It was a fun experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-4575222874037501848?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/4575222874037501848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/sundance-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/4575222874037501848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/4575222874037501848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/sundance-2009.html' title='Sundance 2009'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SX0CZleLgnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XCqZdwEtBJg/s72-c/DSCN0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-6258277036632249801</id><published>2009-01-21T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:34:18.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Obama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/obamaMOS0202_468x365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 365px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/obamaMOS0202_468x365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent as much time as I could yesterday watching the events in honor of welcoming President Obama to office.  I am usually not one to get too into politics, but this election year has seemed to suck me in.  I really like Obama and I am excited to see what he does for this country.  I also think he has the cutest family. His girls are adorable!  How exciting would that be to grow up in the White House?  I know it has its downsides as well, but to be a 7 year old girl who gets to run around in this giant mansion with hidden doors and secret path ways.... that is pretty dang cool!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-6258277036632249801?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6258277036632249801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-obama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/6258277036632249801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/6258277036632249801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-obama.html' title='Go Obama!'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872210628955815250.post-8604928950715421661</id><published>2009-01-20T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:52:15.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance!</title><content type='html'>I decided since it is a new year, I would get a fresh new start on a lot of things in life.  The big important things down to the minor details, like a new blog!  My goal is to write in the blog so much more this year than I did last year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is crazy to think of how much things in my life have changed over the past year!  To look back on where I was at this exact time last year and compare that to where I am at now is amazing.  I have learned to expect the unexpected.  Life can take a 360 at any point, whether you are prepared for it or not, and I think that can be a very positive thing!  It just depends on how you look at it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of 2008, I was in a relationship with a fabulous man whom I loved very much.  We lived together in a great apartment with 2 wonderful dogs.  We thought we were at the beginning of what was going to be a fabulous life spent together.  We talked about marriage, and we were meeting with real estate agents about purchasing a home together.  After being together for 3 years, i really thought we had found true love with each other.  Its amazing how quickly two people who were once so close can become so distant.  As the months of the years went on, I realized that I was unhappy with the situation I was in.  We tried to make things work out.  We tried to understand one another.  But after lots of painful thinking, I ended it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of 2008, I was working for a company I loved and traveling around sharing that love with others.  I was in a very respected position in which I was able to help train and motivate others to do well in their positions.  Over the summer, I was promoted to become part of the management team.  I went through a very lengthy training process.  After a few months, things were not working out the way I had hoped for, and after almost five years of loyal work, I parted ways with the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2008, I had a couple of wonderful dogs that I had considered to be a part of my family.  Due to the break up with my boyfriend, I unfortunately had to give the dogs up.  Even though I know they both went to great homes, that was such a hard thing for me to do!  I cried and cried the day I had to get rid of them!  So sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of 2008, my life revolved around three things... My boyfriend, My job, and my puppies.  At the end of 2008, none of those were part of my life anymore.  I never would have expected that.  I really think that things happen for a reason.  I went through a tough few months last year.  I had created a life and routine for myself, and suddenly that was all shaken up and I didn't know how to handle that.  During that time, I realized how thankful I am to have wonderful friends and family in my life.  Jobs and boyfriends come and go, but your family and friends are always going to be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now the beginning of 2009, and I am so excited to see what the year has in store for me!  I am now working with a great up and coming company.  I am managing a new restaurant that is about to hit downtown salt lake city.  I am so excited for it and have been having such a great time getting it ready to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not dating anyone, and I love it.  I am living in an apartment by myself in downtown salt lake city.  I love the feeling of independence.  I feel like this year is going to be a year to learn about and improve myself.  I am learning to embrace "me time".  For the past three years I has someone always there taking care of me and I have realized that I need to take care of myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one down side to my new apartment is that I can not have pets!  I still really miss my dogs, but I have decided that having the responsibility of animals like that can wait until I have my own house with a yard.  For now, I got a fabulous little pink fish named Bella :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am so excited for the journeys that the new year will bring.  Whether things are good or bad, its about taking that experience and learning from it.  "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain"  My motto for the year is... Just Dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872210628955815250-8604928950715421661?l=jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8604928950715421661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/8604928950715421661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872210628955815250/posts/default/8604928950715421661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifernicolelane.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance!'/><author><name>jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07257866938314727795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYn9uCeX2UY/SalRpyubFKI/AAAAAAAAFUA/8ea6a0FTtTg/S220/JENN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
